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The Master of Seventh Gate

***Epic story so please consider the violence.*** The world has surrounded by demons. There is only one way to save it; Allies need to gather and unsheath their swords against them, if they did not the whole world would fall apart. This story has a grievous theme and has been proceeding over darker shades until reaching the light. No superhero exists here, they are all regular people who have been seeking peace. And will fight with the darker shade to have what they yearn for. ==> {If you prefer comedy I don't suggest this one.} *** Athor takes his first step and destiny brings him, his true identity. This story's last Volume will be updated in March...Please forgive this hiatus. you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/vtGqMgYb9K the cover rights belong to me, art by Ina Wong, unreal studio works...

Naz_Mzf · Fantasy
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283 Chs

Making hubbub: To you maryray

"We are not just a group of shallow wusses to let you step in hell", Mohan confirmed Dan. To avoid any trouble or dangling with demons there was only one way. Waiting till administering death warrant and Flow the tide. The crowd that will gather to watch the execution show would bring them a perfect opportunity.

"Then we will be patient till the right time", Atendor said, let out a sigh and slowly passed the loophole and the others followed him. There was a desolated building near the houses. To spend the night they settled there.

Dan unsaddled the horses. A thought blazed swiftly in his head, "Hey Mohan do you have those smoking crackers? Those that burn eyes!" he pointed to his bag. A decidedly decision could have given those people a well lesson. Watching someone is dying ain't interesting. They already swallowed their prides! Who cares?!

"Are you willing to make some hubbub?" Mohan grinned enjoyed that purpose from bottom of his heart!