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Its bloodied wolf snout grinned viciously at the Emperor's palanquin. Seeing hundreds of his victorious elite troops slaughtered to no avail in three minutes, and his cunning poisonous tactics thwarted by the intelligence of the pure outcast Queen, the Emperor finally realized one bitter reality: He had chosen the wrong pure opponent. The rise of Vanguard-Sterling is not merely the arrogance of old Europe, but the anomaly of a new monster that dominates muscle and reason in pure absolute terms! The emperor threw a black jade smoke bomb onto the ground. "We're not done yet, Sterling," he whispered before his body dissolved into a storm of pure electromagnetic shadows, fleeing like a cow

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Such a large-scale army was something that no one in Divine Capital had ever seen. At this moment, a ray of golden light flashed down from the army, and it shot violently onto a street in the capital. The golden light was very powerful, but it didn't cause any damage. A majestic aura instantly filled the entire capital. Someone exclaimed, "It's the God Emperor!" God Emperor Hua Mojian was another legend on the Eastern Continent. He was the idol of many. Everyone immediately recognized that this man was the God Emperor of God's Palace on the Eastern Continent.

His hair was completely gray, yet he still looked alert and full of energy. Even through the screen, Cassian could sense an imposing air of dominance from the man. It was a similar sort of presence that Nero gave off, but Nero had a sharp, gritty kind of dominance, while the old man on the screen felt like an immovable mountain. It felt as though there would never be anything to fear should he be around, not even if the sky fell down. Of course, Cassian could immediately deduce who the old man was—Jonah Sinclair, the Military God.

"But when I put that curse on your predecessor, I didn't know that it'd take so long for that curse to activate." "Wait, my predecessor?" "Yes," he nodded. "The first emperor, Avery Valter Astaseul was my descendant. He was also the one who helped me defeat the evil black dragon, and even established a religion in this country to honor me. So I acknowledged his contribution and blessed his bloodline. With that, the great Helios Empire was born. But as time went by, the new generation of the imperial family kept tarnishing my name with their dirty works," the God said. "Assassination, invasion of other lands, purging of nobles who opposed the imperial family. They did all of that, and many m

Control. Now I had all three. And ten years alone with them. Veylor’s deep, commanding voice cut through the roar of the waves with unshakable authority. “The only person capable of entering the Void without succumbing to its Miasma is the Emperor himself,” he began. “His essence was forged from the Void, shaped from its raw chaos. The Miasma recognizes him as one of its own, and thus, he walks within it freely while others falter, enslaved, or destroyed.”

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv