Soldier King Poet Test Mga Nobela at Kwento

King Kyle straightened his body and levitated, "I haven't massacred people in a long time. Some rats from a small shack actually think I'm a pushover now, huh?" "Congratulations in advance, Your Majesty," the guard enthusiastically saluted. The king raised a brow, "For what?" "For... your easy victory over the stupid enemies," "You know, even the enemies are better than you. At least they have the true spirit of a warrior. They see death going on a break and exuberantly beg for it to take them cost-free to hell. I like being death's messenger. An angel is an angel still, no matter what he does. As long as he can have an impact on people, whether good or bad, that is enough. Am I right or wro

As the poisoned wine entered their throats, the soldiers’ faces changed drastically. However, before they could speak, they underwent a profound transformation with blood-curdling screams. Their skins began to crack, and their blood vessels expanded. Their strength and appearance changed until they finally turned into loyal insect soldiers. The Witch King walked out from the crowd and said sinisterly, “Your Majesty, do you see any difference in this batch of insect soldiers compared to the previous ones?” His words were filled with pride. The fake emperor looked closely. Sure enough, the 5,000 insect soldiers before him did not look dull or rigid, and their eyes sparkled with a glimmer. They

“There isn’t any need for all of this. The Chamber of Truth never classed me as the rightful… king…” Frowning, I trail off as I remember the entity from the Chamber. His appearance…. His words… “What?! Have you not got anything else to say?” Sinclair sneers. My eyes flash as I glare at him coldly. “You have already numbered your days.” I snarl. “I meant that the chamber never revealed me as king. It didn’t show any of us as the next king! So it comes down to this tournament. These tests are made to filter out the incapable from the capable correct? Then tell me, do you not have faith in the tests you have set? I’ll participate… and not all of these tests are physical. Let’s see who has the m

It was directly defying the orders of the monarch but the female did not care. Laughter resonated throughout the court and Emperor Zyram smiled with some mirth and harmony as he rose to his full height, steeping down his throne like a carnal predator. The courtiers were horrified when the fierce sword that drank blood to quench its thirst was unsheathed from its mane producing the sound of metal clanking. The weapon that was both poisonous and lethal was slowly kept under the chin of the Prime Minister of Seclair before the masculine male made the man raise his head to look into the dark bloody irises that were murderous.

Chapter fifty-four KEVIN'S POV I could see that the king was already bored at tonight's entertainment, just looking at her eyes one could see that she never really experienced the true horrors of battle. And *, fortunately,* for her she never would, unlike her opponent-or wouldn't it be more accurate to call him her executor?- he was known as the butcher he had been one of our best fighters at the war front-still was-but years of knowing nothing but bloodshed and practically living on the battlefield as he had no home to go back to had truly broken him.

He winced. The headmaster, with a mysterious glint in his eyes, observed the reactions of the defenders. He seemed to relish the anticipation and uncertainty that filled the air. The defenders, each with their unique abilities and weapons, understood that their training had prepared them for more than just routine exercises. The questions from the orphans continued, echoing the curiosity and concerns shared by many. The king raised his hand, signaling for silence. "Your journey won't be easy, but it is necessary. The tests will push you beyond your limits and reveal the true extent of your abilities."

In fact, it is clear that the soldiers who were deployed were soldiers with very high strength and more than that, the king who was deployed was not just any king, that is, a king who definitely had great power. “I'm sorry, brother. I didn't think that far at all, let alone feel that this would be a part that no one could ever refute. There are several things that might cause a? And that is a very extraordinary thought. And of course this is something that will definitely make everything better and of course beyond anything we will continue to try and continue to try so that everything can be suppressed by everything that exists. We also can't force things like what we think up to this point

They were so dark that they instilled fear in anyone who looked into them. But after spending so much time together, I had grown accustomed to it. "This will test your speed, decision-making, and other skills. I will take on the role of the soldier's protector. Let's imagine the soldier is the king. You will be the assassins on a mission to eliminate the king, while I observe your every move. So don't disappoint me. Are you in?" he asked us, his tone filled with seriousness. I simply swallowed, not realizing that this would set the tone for what was to come.

The Poisoned King Serena’s POV “Kale, don’t you dare fall.” My voice heavy with emotions, vibrating through the training yard, cutting through the stunned silence of the gathered warriors. He lay sprawled in the dirt, chest heaving, his golden eyes clouded with pain. For one terrifying heartbeat, he looked less like a king and more like a dying man. “I’m fine,” he replied, pushing up on shaking arms. The lie was too clear to be ignored, like glass ready to shatter.

The young soldiers before him were a testament to the kingdom's enduring strength, their eyes filled with determination and pride. General Arikos' keen eyes studied each of the soldiers as they sparred, his mind alert for any flaws in their technique or lapses in their discipline. He was a stern but fair leader, committed to upholding the legacy of his ancestor, Aric, and ensuring the kingdom's forces remained unmatched in skill and valor. As the soldiers trained, Arikos caught sight of a young woman on the outskirts of the grounds, her fiery red hair unmistakable as it danced in the breeze. Kaida's descendant, Ambassador Kaia, approached with a steady grace, her diplomatic robes flowing gen