God Of Chaos Mga Nobela at Kwento

Flowing the land and filling to the streams of the connecting river. Death! Bodies are piled high like the mountain. Scattered the once happy lands. Screams! They are louder every passing time. Piercing into everyone's ears from afar. Even the strongest of foes must quiver at the sound. Ash! It’s falling from the sky and onto the ground, scorching the land. Gone are the trees and fields. The once earthy and breezy place has decayed. Darkness! The sun has not risen since the war started. All lands have been cursed. One can not tell whether it's night or day unless you tap into the source of the cause. The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

It was the finale as they both gave it their all in this match. Swarms of chaos divines would somehow find the courage to hit them but before an attack could ever land, the mass of squirming flesh would vanish as if a picture forcefully erased from the canvas. The gods and immortals were definitely overwhelmed by the numbers of the chaos divines but their gas would never run out anytime soon. They can't be called gods and immortals if they had premature ejaculation of powers that fast. That would have been too much of a shame for them.

His mates weren't able to stop him. "You....you are?" Allistair said his voice shaking. "Oh....I am you Allistair and what they once call Allixon." Chaos smirked. Allistair's eyes widen. "What?....no.... that's not...then the Moon...." "......Goddess is our enemy." Chaos cut him off. All were flabbergasted at what they have heard even the person's who entered the room because of the corrupted energy they felt and the chaos happening inside the room that they hear.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

Wait, you mean, Lord Azrem, the immortal emperor? "Yes, he realized the mistake of not accepting my gift. S But it's too late I've already started my plan. So he turned to another god." "Another god?" "My child, I am the personification of Harmony. Who do you think is the manager of Chaos who conspire against every thing I created?" Ivar was stunned by what he just heard. Another god. Chaos. "For now, forget about what I'd told you. It's not that important, but it'll be soon.

And that was because of the new change to the World of the Three Great Races. Chaos Yes, Chaos Flowing through the atmosphere of the World of the Three Great Races was Chaos; the richest and purest Chaos that had ever been known to mankind and God alike. This was true Chaos – Pure Chaos – that only existed during the era of the Origin King. This was Chaos given directly by an artefact blessed by the Chaotic Flame. How furious the Origin King would be if he found out that his servant’s power was what Mane ultimately used to save himself. Alas, he was dead. For he had fallen to the staff of the Chaos Witch.

said Belphegor, as tears made of flames came out of the eye sockets of his skull. "You don't have to cry. More importantly, I would like a brief introduction about this planet, and who was my father's enemies… Whatever you know about it," said Chaos, as he had come back to his humanoid form for a more compact and easy movement, sitting over a couch. He had already worn a set of clothes given by Belphegor, which made him look like a young aristocrat. With black pants, a white shirt, a handkerchief imbued with a crimson jewel set below his neck, and that was it. He was given black sandals as well, which he had to wear because the nails of his foot were large and sharp like blades. "Ah yes, I k

Yog-Sothoth stuttered, pointing at The Black Merchant black fog that was slowly gathering around his body. The Black Merchant looked at Yog-Sothoth before letting out a smile. “Seems like you relied on your power too much to know the thing you want to know and you forgot to remember or learn to analyze. Did you forget what I truly am?” Yog-Sothoth stops like he just remembers something important. “What are you…? God of Chaos… No! Impossible! After you are trapped here. You are just toying with me and only me! Not planning the demise of the whole kingdom or empire. It’s impossible for you to regain the power of chaos!” Said Yog-Sothoth.

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.