Novel & Cerita A Tidal Wave Of Glory

He widened his eyes and looked forward. "Sacrifice!" Another explosion. The three-story Corpse Tide collapsed in an instant. "This guy... Body Refiner... just how... did he do it..." Nation Master's crooked mouth struggled to spit out a sentence. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. However, the truth was like a loud slap in the face. "Grand!" "Magic!" Hong! The center of the Corpse Tide instantly exploded. The terrifying power surged in the air, and the surrounding air kept exploding. Waves of airflow exploded like raging dragons, sweeping large pieces of Corpse Generals in all directions like reeds.

His face was getting wrinkled. Brockley was still downcast. He rubbed his face. As much as possible to hold back the tears. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Somehow I can be sad even though I'm not familiar with the Glory Kingdom. Maybe I just got carried away." Then Brockley lifted his face and forced a smile even though his eyes were very red and watery.

Unseelie magic tided over the stadium with the force of tsunami coming into shore. I flinched bodily, partly from visceral disgust and partly from astonished admiration. The lyrics rolled, just that one lonely voice, flowing into the dark. It was gorgeous—darkly, silkily, deeply gorgeous. And the magic inside of it was scathing, seething, like ripe rot and h*llish heat wrapped in chocolate.

It was like an ocean of sensation, whipped by a storm of feeling, tidal waves gathering more and more explosive power. He surged up and laid her back on the rug, his breath a hot wind on her skin as he hovered over her like a dark mountainous wave about to break. She felt the crest of it, poised within her, holding, holding. Then the pounding began, deep, glorious beats that throbbed through her entire body, convulsing it around him, carrying her into intense turbulence—a turbulence that swept her to an incredible peak of ecstatic excitement, and her body seemed to shatter with the fantastic pleasure of it.