Solo Leveling Monarch Of Destruction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The ceiling groaned like it was about to fall. "We're out of time!" Mateo yelled. "This whole place is coming down!" Miguel kept reading, faster now, his voice getting louder. The figure writhed and twisted, its form breaking apart. "You'll damn them all! The veil will break! Everything will…" Miguel spoke the final word. Then silence. The figure exploded into ash, and the real shaking started. Catalina grabbed Gabriel and ran to Lucien, pulling him up. He was weak but awake, blood still dripping from his hand.

Adding them to Mondorra, Clark, and Demetra's fighting styles, Wilbur came to a shocking realization. The cultivators were all peak Sanctuary level elites, but the power of destruction in their bodies was of different levels, and each elite had a different degree of control of it. Mondorra was pretty much incapable of controlling the power of destruction and had merely borrowed the spiritual energy in the flame crystal core to forcefully activate the power of destruction. Clark was slightly more in control of the power of destruction, but he was mainly relying on the spiritual energy from the flame crystal core as well. Demetra was highly skilled in terms of controlling the spiritual energy

Seeing that there was still someone bravely hovering above his head, the Old Demon did not hesitate to put his body on the ground, and he shot up into the sky, straight to Tadhg Walter. Tadhg Walter let out a cold snort, with a cold and indifferent expression on his face. This Old Demon's cultivation is not ordinary, he has already reached the level of the Saint Monarch level to open the three major locks, and that's why he was able to do it alone to destroy the whole county city. But this time he obviously chose the wrong target. He quickly shot up to the sky, and in the next blink of an eye, he suddenly felt a flash of aura covering himself.

“Do we really have no chance against it?” Hearing him, Gracea looked at him like he was the stupidest man she had ever seen. “We can't fight it. A zombie monarch is a level-5 and higher-level zombie that could control other lower-level zombies within a certain range. Forget eliminating it, maybe it will eliminate us all in just a few minutes of our fight."

"No one should assist Ophelia in conceiving Mávros, or I will bring death and destruction upon the werewolf race. Let this day be remembered." Present Day: On my command, Olethros, my demonic wolf possessing Layton's lycan beast, had taken control of his body. As the god of destruction, I relished in watching werewolves beg for mercy. There was no need to hide anymore; I had revealed my true identity to the Alpha King himself. The King now knew what he was up against, and so did he the unfortunate alpha before me. "What's the problem? Haven't you seen a guy who can control fire before?" I questioned, lowering myself to the level of the pleading Alpha.

That black light he kept releasing from his sleeve had intercepted many attacks at the critical moment. "Once I kill you all, I will reach the God Realm!" The destruction shadow snickered. The experts of the two clans who entered the Sacred Hall ruins were basically low-level Sages and Saints. Even the most powerful among them had only reached the three-apertured level. He was still four intervals below the level of the destruction shadow. For Sages, each small interval was significant. Yet this middle-aged Martial Sage could shout out his true level. The destruction shadow felt a little surprised.

My plan was simple but ruthless: destroy their reputation, strip them of their power, and then end them for good. Demolition runs in my blood, and when it comes to revenge, no one does it better than the Lucianos—especially me. I’ve been perfecting the art of destruction since I was twelve years old, learning how to dismantle my enemies with precision and fury. The Kings made a mistake when they came for me, and now, they’ll learn the hard way that I’m not someone to be crossed. I’ll bring them to their knees, one calculated move at a time, until there’s nothing left of their empire but ashes.

The eerie calm felt unnatural, as if a storm lurked just beyond it. I clenched my fists. “But if destiny is already decided, how can you stop it?” I questioned, watching as a flicker of hesitation crossed Kaelvor’s eyes. “I am the God of Destruction,” he said, his voice deep and resolute. “Together, with our combined power, I can stop doomsday.” I wasn’t convinced that marrying him was the right choice. No, I couldn’t marry anyone who wasn’t Zander Blake. I was his, and only his. There had to be another way to combine the power without marrying someone who wasn't my mate, Zander Blake.

“We don’t take down empires by storming the gates. We dismantle them brick by brick. First, we fracture their business empire, choke their revenue streams, sour their partnerships, plant seeds of distrust where they least expect it.” He moved to the next section. “Then we strip away their standing in society. The Mondragons survive on perception. Remove the sheen, and their friends turn into vultures.” Finally, his hand dropped to a solitary photograph of Robert, pinned lower than the rest. His smile in it was infuriatingly familiar, the same smile he used to pacify me when I was Melissa, when he didn’t take my concerns seriously. “And then,” Dante said, his voice dropping to a near whisper,

The eerie calm felt unnatural, as if a storm lurked just beyond it. I clenched my fists. “But if destiny is already decided, how can you stop it?” I questioned, watching as a flicker of hesitation crossed Kaelvor’s eyes. “I am the God of Destruction,” he said, his voice deep and resolute. “Together, with our combined power, I can stop doomsday.” I wasn’t convinced that marrying him was the right choice. No, I couldn’t marry anyone who wasn’t Zander Blake. I was his, and only his. There had to be another way to combine the power without marrying someone who wasn't my mate, Zander Blake.