Novelas y relatos de Heavenly Martial God

22 A dragon! He was a god-damned, fire-breathing, humongous, large toothed dragon-kind Miaka had never seen a real dragon before and was as blown away by him as Kai was. Kai quickly jumped out of the way as the guy shifted, but even as a dragon, he was no match for a God. Kai - being a war God - had no real chance at losing any battle - dragons or not. Miaka ran to the small wooden stage to congratulate her hero, but her efforts were misplaced, she soon found, as the people of the town did not want to forgo the execution.

Tsarayu stopped as he smiled and used his consciousness to look at his Martial soul. "Finally, I'm in the second stage of the Spirit Establishment realm. But why is this Martial soul so different from what I've heard?" At first Tsarayu was happy at his breakthrough, but when he looked at his Martial soul, he was amazed as well as confused. Tsarayu knew that when a Martial soul of a cultivator came into existence, it would be wearing a normal cultivator's robe and wouldn't have anything else. But Tsarayu's martial soul was different. It had golden armor on its body, and a blood-red sword in its hands, looking like a war god ready to fight against the world.

"Goddess no! You're not asking me to marry you! You're just swearing you don't mind not being my mate!" He smiled softly, his eyes shining. "Well, actually..." I gasp as he places a knee in front of me without taking his eyes off me. "I, Elliot Griffon, future Alpha of Red Moon pack, swear to love you faithfully, Alice Moore, future Alpha of Blue Moon pack, with all my might. I swear to be there in good times and bad. I swear to be there when the pain of losing your mate is too unbearable. I swear to keep you happy and I pray to the Moon Goddess to bless us with pups. If you can't be my mate, will you do me the great honor of being my wife?"

If real gods existed, the one they pray to in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral would have descended long ago to punish the world. By the current hierarchy of martial power, what corresponded to a "True God” was referred to as Transcendent. It stood one full level higher than "Beyond Mortal Limits" and represented the absolute peak of life itself. Martial Emperor, Martial God, Beyond Mortal Limits, and Transcendent were the four final, definitive stages of the martial path. The "demigod" Mendyl mentioned meant someone with one foot already stepping into the realm of Transcendent. Christopher said nothing, only staring intently at that increasingly blazing sun, his expression growing darker and ugli

Meichuan Jiulang, the Fourth Heaven King, Wang Meichuan Ichiro, and Henggou, the Second Heaven King, landed on the ground and jumped up quickly! The dense shock in their eyes couldn’t be concealed, and the Heavenly King ranked at the 2nd position spoke in a low voice. “No wonder you were able to kill two of our younger brothers! So you’re the Martial God as well!” Yang Xiao's eyes were full of ridicule. "Are you trying to find an excuse for your incompetence?"

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.

After a brief shock, he recomposed himself and replied, “Thank you, Lord Jacopo!” “Heavenly Lord of the Seventh Heaven, Helvius Daniela. “Heavenly Lord of the Eighth Heaven, Silvester Daniela. "Heavenly Lord of the Ninth Heaven, Xandros Tegan. “Heavenly Lord of the Tenth Heaven, Yaraka Xenmour. “Heavenly Lord of the Eleventh Heaven, Qusai Gael. “Heavenly Lord of the Twelfth Heaven, Henrik Declan. “Heavenly Lord of the Thirteenth Heaven, Kallinikos Yoav.

You are undefeated to receive the power of the celestial Martial Saint. Immediately shining colors in a form of light blue, green, yellow, and pure white descended from the four corners in the spiritual realm into my system. I started feeling the heat of the fire. I thought I was in flames but I was not burning. The heat continued for some time and it stopped. The voice continued, as a celestial martial saint, you are entitled to a grand weapon. The holy bully sword has enough power to conquer and bully every other sword being a grand weapon from the spiritual realm or ordinary spiritual weapon. Now get ready for your holy sword.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.