On the eve of my father's replacement in the army, I realized that I was not a human being.
The biological father left a note: "You are of the bloodline of the God of War. The day you awaken, you will be punished by God."
During my ten years in the army, I hid my daughter's body and my divine power.
Until the enemy's demonic formation trapped and killed the three armies, the cold-faced general who always looked at me with a probing look stood in front of me covered in blood: "Mulan, stop pretending."
He smiled: "If you don't use your magical power, we will all die."
When I tore the sky curtain apart with my own hands, he whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will bear this divine punishment with you."
