webnovel

Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

HideousGrain · Acción
Sin suficientes valoraciones
751 Chs

Initiating an attack

It was already noon of the following day when the Undying group and the three Werewolf packs reached the Sanctum of the Old Vampire Lord.

A huge circular building with a radius of more than one kilometer appeared in front of everyone's sight, and most Ascenders and Werewolves were baffled.

"Since when did such a large building exist on the Shikan plains?" Dilan asked, pretty sure that he hadn't seen this building when he had passed through the small valley in the Shikan plains.

The Sanctum of the Old Vampire Lord was located in the center of the Shikan plains and quite a few Ascenders of Dilan's Undying group had been there as well.

It was a tiny valley without much flourishing nature. The area was scarce of trees like the rest of the plains but there had been a beautiful riverbed that was known as 'The Lovers' River'.