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Ascension of the Nephilim

Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured. Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life. But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time. Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man. Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge. Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all. Kyros is the legendary Nephilim. And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.

Rapture_Tales · Fantasy
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708 Chs

Dragon Hybrid

It was as if Destiny welcomed Martha's challenge.

The moment she released the power of Fate Challenger, Destiny triggered the sudden collapse of the floor.

There were no earthquakes, but the entire floor just caved in, revealing deep darkness underneath.

"Protect Lady Martha!" Hunter cried out as the three rushed to protect her. 

As the floor started, Martha immediately drew her bow and launched an arrow with a metallic wire attached. This was one of her prepared arrows in case she needed to make a quick escape.

She used just enough force energy so that the arrow would pierce deep into the wall.

The Three H's was already near Martha when the entire ground beneath them opened up.

"Grab on!" Martha called out, and the trio jumped and clung to Martha as the floor collapsed.

"Move your head away from my chest, you dimwit!" Martha cried as they fell.