Naruto Thousand Years Of Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"She's dead, her Yuan Shen shattered by a single slap from Chifuyu Nishang." Icy words that echoed in the icy cave, Xiao Dust suddenly felt a heavenly spin, how could Master be dead, how could Master be killed by Thousand Feathers Nishang, how could Master not be able to defeat Thousand Feathers Nishang!

Some were around the Quasi Acme Rank, while the weaker ones were at the Seven-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God Rank. “Only three thousand years of lifespan?” As James gazed at the fierce battles straight ahead, he fell into deep thought. The voice said that each living being inside the formation only had a lifespan of 3000 years. 3000 years later, they would be annihilated. The only way to survive was to kill the others. Killing an enemy would gain him an additional 3000 years of lifespan.

Lastly, I saw Avy's death, and now she's also gone. Duke Meelis, my father, hated me since this power was awakened in me. I also saw his death accidentally, but, thankfully, it'll only happen twenty-seven years in the future from now. My stepmother, who also hates me because she blames me for her daughter's death, also has thirty-two years to live. Well, yeah, I pretty much saw all of my family's deaths, before I knew what was happening to me. Can you imagine the trauma that was caused to a three-year-old child? Fucked up indeed.

Alkhun already got what he wanted and left that Dojo, never returning again. "Looks who's talking..." He bitterly laughs at himself. "It's Cruel." Nerom eyes fall from his eyes after hundreds of years, he felt the same feeling. Losing precious individuals.

Rose demanded. “They took her into surgery to stop the bleeding.” Dad said. “There’s a girl… she’s a junior doctor, I don’t think she’s a surgeon so she might be around here.” “Are you the girl?” Alice called to a pretty girl with dark skin and large red glasses. She had sea blue hair and tattoos resembling vines wrapped around her arms. A mage. A healing mage. Nice choice. I think I’d have gone for healing if I had the choice. “What girl?” The mage-doctor asked. “I’m Doctor McMillian. Err, Lucy.”

“DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION

Yūri sighed and tugged me to lay down, shifting to straddle me. “Hibiki Ryū Konishi. You will not lose me. Tomorrow or any time soon. I promised you a lifetime. I promised to live long enough to see great-grandchildren. I’m not going to lose. I want that future too badly to die. And we both know we can’t have that future with him alive.” she sighed, hands pressing over my heart.

There was a subtle silence before Rain stepped forth to ask a different question. “Lord Arshild, how long has it been since you, uhh, died?” He asked. “Hell if I know. Trapped in here, time seemingly stopped. You know how you sleep and when you wake up, hours pass just like that? That’s exactly how I felt upon the Dragoknight's activation. How long has it been since then?” Arshild asked what Rain asked. “My lord, it has been 600 years.” Theraphosa answered. “Six hundred?!” Arshild exclaimed in shock. “Wow! I was expecting only a few years at most. Six hundred… huh. So you’re saying the Scarlett King was defeated…?”

“But to be honest, I’ve never heard of any family or organization that can grow and develop in such a top-secretive manner for hundreds of years...” Having said that, Nanako said again, “Charlie-kun, those dead soldiers that you mentioned just now have been firmly controlled by this organization for hundreds of years, and these dead soldiers have not figured out the specifics of the organization for hundreds of years. They don’t even know where they usually reside, which requires this organization to have extremely strong control over the dead soldiers. The gap between the levels must be large to a certain extent to be able to achieve this kind of control...”

"Show them." Marcus moved to the display screen, connecting my phone. Images appeared: my mother's journal pages, documented deaths of seventh-generation Daughters over two centuries, a paper trail of payments from Council accounts to a witch named Morgana Blackthorn. "You've been systematically eliminating Selene's Daughters for two hundred years," I said. "Every seventh generation, right before their twenty-fifth birthday, dies in convenient accidents. Except I didn't die." "Luna Sera, these documents could be fabricated…" Council Member Torres began.