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Warlock of War: My Ares System

Check out my other novels - |Arpious of the Planes| |The Rise of Quetzalcoatl| |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| -- Same Universe - |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| |Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System| ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cold and lonely death on the battlefield despite the thousands of warriors around me and the beating sun shining upon my corpse. In the year 431, I had died on the battlefield. I was reincarnated into a new world, hoping my life would be better, but I ended up in a more miserable situation than before. As the sickness began to eat the insides of my mother, a saving grace that would pull me out of the darkness, but into the abyss... had come. [A system is being chos- [Interference by higher being] [Error] [Authority is insuffici- [Error] [Authority is sufficient] [Your god has been selected] [Your system has been granted] [Ares System is being installed] ------------------------------------------------------------------- Please inform me in the comments of a chapter if it seems unreadable because there are times when I get so bored that I just don't edit it. -- Twitter - @equuipwebnovel Discord - equuip#6686 -- paypal.me/AuthorEquuip Any money you send will help me commission people to create new covers for my novels. -- Thank you to dini_galeri for the amazing artwork!

equuip · Fantasy
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First Ring of Hell: Lust (19)

The basement resounded with the final clash, a crescendo of cosmic energies colliding in a climactic confrontation. Orion's Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade pierced through the guard's spectral defenses, extinguishing the green flames. The second guard, now deprived of its supernatural empowerment, crumpled to the ground.

The basement fell silent, the remnants of the celestial-abyssal battle dissipating into the shadows. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the fallen guards. The green flames, once a formidable force, now flickered and vanished, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness.

Orion, with a contemplative gaze, observed the aftermath of the battle. The basement, once pulsating with supernatural energies, returned to its oppressive silence. The reanimated guards lay defeated, their imposing presence reduced to mere remnants of a celestial-abyssal struggle.