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Infinite Divine Gears in the City

It has been 10000 years. The tide of spiritual energy has returned. The prosperous Tokyo has returned to the Edo Period and had hordes of supernatural creatures roaming the streets. In the desert, the Pharaoh was leading his army and awakening from his eternal slumber. Vampires and werewolves were locked in a constant battle in the Eastern European plains. Witches and evil spirits were traversing through the markets of Europa. The feathered serpent was stretching its body on the American Continent, opening its eyes during the cycle of death. Humans had fallen from the top of the food chain as they remembered the fear that the legends carried. In this world where demons and monsters roamed, Lester looked at the shadow of the ferocious worm cast on his body and told his system. ""Please give me a set of Sunfire Cape, Randuin's Omen, Frozen Heart, Spirit Visage, Warmog's Armor, Thornmail, oh yes, and the Gargoyle's Stoneplate, Force of Nature, Adaptive Helm, as well as Righteous Glory..."" He then brought his hands together against the trembling monsters. "I am not talented, but I am going to bust your heads open today!" "Grasp of the Undying!" Life Value +5 "Dark Harvest!"Damage Growth +5 "Overgrowth!" Life Value +2% "Gathering Storm!" Spell Strength +100 What? You want me to eat these mutated creatures? Let me tell you! I, Lester, will rather die of starvation or jump down from here than to... System: "Life Value +40" "Wow, it tastes great!" PS: This novel can be easily read even without gaming knowledge. Feel free to have a read."

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Chapter 1263-witnessing the fate of a legend (1)

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Its body was covered in mysterious cloud patterns, and its purple-gold eyes were cold and vast. The [primitive demon Dragon] opened its wings, and black flames swept across the universe. Just the aftershock of its body stretching out formed a tangible surge of godhood.

Just by looking at the beautiful yet evil 'Dark Sun', the spirituality in everyone's mind was distorted uncontrollably, as if it was about to degenerate into some indescribable state.

"Don't look at him directly, and don't look at the patterns on his scales!"

Tasadar let out a shrill roar in the psionic network, but there were already screams echoing in countless golden warships, and it took a long time before it gradually subsided.

'This mythical form ... He's even more terrifying than the last time. Could it be that he was holding back when he attacked earlier and didn't use his full strength?"