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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!

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Battle of The Lowest (6)

"Those are some nice eyes you three have," 

As the other soldiers collapsed to the ground with overwhelming exhaustion, my three friends seemed bloodthirsty for the first time in my life. 

"You gotta control it otherwise, it's going to make you its puppet," I said, awakening the three and causing them to let out a long sigh of relief, exhaustion, but mostly content. 

They were still a bit shocked by the surrounding area, but we were already making our way out of the trench and into the crumbled city. 

We ran and ran for what seemed like hours until we finally reached the base. 

Some of the people who clawed their way out of the trench died from blood loss as even though the healer can patch up their wounds, she can't replenish or make blood out of thin air to help her patients. 

So, some of these guys didn't make it. 

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU RETREAT!" A large and bulky man decorated with patches shouted into our faces.