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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasi
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509 Chs

Slaughter

As soon as Lucius gave the signal, Kiana activated her gift.

Instead of making them into needles, Lucius had asked her to turn them into bullets… or as close to that shape as she could for now. She had both of her hands extended ahead as the bullets came out of them.

~Thiu~

~Thiu~

~Thiu~

A sound similar to that of muffled gunshot could be heard as the projectiles created by Kiana traveled at a great speed.

~shua~

These projectiles easily tore through the canvas of the tents and pierced the bandits that were sleeping inside.

"ARGH!"

"Gah!!"

Pain filled cries could be heard coming from the camp as Kiana kept on shooting the projectiles. She shot them non-stop and only when all of the tents were reduced to tatters did she stop.

But by then the cries of the bandits had stopped as well and a bloody scent could be smelled.

~gulp~