Komik Supreme God Emperor Novels & Stories

"This bart can't hold on any longer. Let's fight!" Ouyang Shentu opened and closed his eyes. He rode on the giant Dragonesque Elephant, which was over 1,000 meters tall, and roared toward the sky. Then, he moved madly again. "Die!" Endless Winged Serpent even more so moved about, flesh wings spreading, swallowing and exhaling like the sun and moon, fiercely smashing over. Finally, the Supreme Emperor of Zephyr Khan was surrounded by cracks. The Supreme Emperor was made up of pure Electrical power, which contained boundless divine power. However, whether the Supreme Emperor was powerful or not depended on the cultivation of the person who performed it.

Lucifer stretched his body and said casually, “As expected from the Primordial Divine Ape Race’s signature martial art move, Sacrilegious Ascension is indeed powerful. However, my clan also has a similar Supernatural Power. It was created by my father and is called Supreme Form.” “Supreme Form?” In the distance, many beasts frowned upon hearing the Supernatural Power. “Could it be Emperor Xacobe’s signature martial art skill, Supreme Form?” “What’s Supreme Form?” “I don’t know.” Many Outsiders and beasts from the Three Thousand Worlds gathered here were from great families and knew a lot. Some had heard of Supreme Form, while others were clueless. Lucifer spoke again. “It’s a unique techniqu

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. “If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words –Supreme Lycan– over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. “Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing ab