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I said. “So that’s how your sanctuary was created, I see we better be careful. Your sanctuary is home to strong fighters not to mention your creations as well” said Meridia. Suddenly I saw a ghostly figure of a male inkling with Royal Heart Purple Coloured Hair “Amicitia is that you?” Said the Purple Heart Haired Inkling with a cowardly tone “yes it’s me bud, I heard what to you and friends long ago I’m sorry to see you all killed by the hands of Emperor” I said.

He found the cold sensation incredulous. That fat man finally descended from the sky and landed next to Magus and Xavion while guffawing loudly. “Hehe!” Xavion and Max were dumbfounded by the situation. They had trouble understanding the whole situation. How could a fat man who rode a dragon corpse suddenly emerge from the black hole? Magus stared at the tanned, fat man for a long time. At last, he slapped himself on the forehead and exclaimed, “Young man, I know who you are! You are the descendant of Emperor Martyn! The horny cat!”

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

And there was a chance it would only be in the middle or lower realms, since the upper realm had now merged into one—making it the only path to the realm of the gods. “All right, no problem! Just send her there. My sister doesn’t need a powerful world—her goal is to experience an ordinary life!” said the older brother, having no objection to his younger brother’s suggestion. But for some reason, he felt that his sister would never be just an ordinary person; even though she wasn’t as strong as he was, her bloodline was purer than his own. It wasn’t that her bloodline wasn’t as good as her older sister’s, but they were each a little different—just like herself, who was an expert in spatial po

I called out, and three of my warriors rushed in. "Cut off his head and send it to Gregory," I ordered icily. "Yes, Your Majesty." They chorused before dragging the body out. "Only I understand you, but sometimes I feel like I don't really know you. Do you want to kill everyone?" He paused. "Not her," I said and tucked my hands into my pockets. "Do you believe that? You were going to kill her, and you have enough reasons to." He insisted. I didn't respond. I had long accepted that I'm a monster, but would it make me

Ronan smirked and he said to her, "Your instructor wasn’t mistaken, all 5 are very popular with the warriors, the healing one is obviously the most popular and the counter poison one is quite rare in the market and very requested by us. The one of energy reserve can be used by warriors and by mages, the strength one is also appreciated by warriors when we fight against magic beasts because even if the magic pills of level 1 can increase our strength only for one or two minutes it is generally enough to win a fight. And finally the last one which is energy attraction can increase our spiritual energy absorption to facilitate the creation of our marks on our energy core, so there is a high dem

The real situation was that Grand Pure Emperor was catching the mysterious disk, using his own flesh and blood as a guide to activate that heavenly deity arm to refine the Fiendgod country. Star Nelson couldn't believe it before she saw it with her own eyes. It was impossible for Amethyst Palace Realm she knew to do this. For example, Amethyst Palace Realm couldn't destroy Lunia, so how could he control a country and refine it like the Great magical power in front of him at this moment? And it must be known that this country, which was constantly nurtured by gods and devils, was many times more condensed and terrifying than Lunia. After calling out that name, Star Nelson bowed and kept a hum

“Not much.” “What do you mean by ‘not much’? You’re not even carrying any magical weapons.” The guy rolls his eyes and takes a note on his sheet of paper. “I will let you join, but are you really sure? It will be a crazy competition,” he warns. “You know how popular the Lycan king is. Most female mages want to be the new Luna.” I nod, perfectly knowing how popular Gideon is. He is so popular, in fact, that he will cheat on a wife who’s done nothing but to love and serve him.

Someone had called Camp Odeist. "Who's this?" The translator's tone wasn't exactly friendly. "It's Udyr!" The Emperor said. "Udyr who?" The translator hadn't quite processed it. His tone was filled with doubt and a hint of suspicion. He felt the name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. It was understandable. After all, the Emperor, whether before or after the apocalypse, was too far removed from the translator's world. "Emperor Udyr." Udyr had excellent composure. Despite the translator's rudeness, he wasn't angry, his tone remaining calm.

My cheeks went pink because I did think that. "I mean don't get me wrong I'm a dark God but I don't want to sit around planning wars. Where's the fun in that? I want to fight in wars. Anyways I like to do mundane things to." Maverick said with a chuckle causing me to stiffen instantly. Did he forgot I was right here or was he really giving up? "That's Alexander's problem he wants to gain full control permanently. He is willing to hurt everyone he's close to so that he can rule like we aren't Gods." Christopher said with a chuckle.