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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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Evolution (6)

The mosaic told a story of ancient rites and forbidden knowledge, weaving together symbols that transcended the mundane. Leviathan scales, crashing waves, and mysterious sigils adorned the floor, creating a harmonious fusion of art and mysticism. The arrangement of the patterns suggested a deliberate design, as if the cathedral floor held the key to unlocking the secrets hidden within the Leviathan's lore.

As Cyrus moved further into the chamber, the arcane energy intensified, creating an almost palpable aura. The mosaic became a pathway, guiding him through the sacred space and inviting contemplation. Each step seemed to resonate with the ancient tales inscribed upon the floor as if the Leviathan's presence lingered in the very stones of the cathedral.