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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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The Great Battle of Mountain Beasts (31)

In an impressive display of speed, the Troll King leaned back, letting the blade pass mere inches from his chest. Using his connection to the earth, he stomped, creating a tremor that forced the Orc King to step back. Taking advantage of the moment, the Troll King pressed his hands to the ground and summoned a set of spiked roots that erupted from the earth, wrapping around the Orc King's legs and momentarily binding him.

The Orc King growled, the red aura around him intensifying as he shattered the roots with sheer strength, breaking free in a flash. He raised his cleaver, charging forward and unleashing a flurry of powerful strikes. Each swing was precise, heavy, and brutal, forcing the Troll King into a defensive retreat. The Troll King struggled under the onslaught but managed to evade or deflect most blows by manipulating the ground beneath his feet, shifting and sliding with each strike to lessen the impact.