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Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

-Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed- Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such formidable strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes? Look no further, for this narrative delves into those very mysteries. ... "Magic Chronicles" is a game that retells the story of a war between humans and demons. To his annoyance, Reji is given credit for the last accomplishment after finishing successfully. The reason for his annoyance was because of the title of the achievement...[Unforgivable] Was it because he stole a passerby's vehicle and quickly got there? Or that he broke into other people's houses so as to break unlocked treasure boxes? Or that he infiltrated the cult in order to "borrow" their precious relic? "Without my careful endeavors as the savior, how would your world stand upon the invasion of the demonic race from the rift? What will you employ to cast out and seal the desolate chasms of disorder the demons summoned and are now threatening your realm?" [Beep...The summoning ritual of the Demon King has been detected. Soon thou as well shall be chosen and descend into that chaotic rift] Reji: ".?" ---------- -The evil tag is there for a reason; please don't decide if he is evil or not from the first arc- --------------- every 500+ power stones = 1+ chapter every 50+ golden ticket = 1+ chapter

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Chapter 134: How Many?

In the Syndicate, at the Candice Oasis Region, in the Ghost Town.

 

Shermen, the Shadow Demon Apostle, was in her sgadow element in the dark night. When She arrived at the Syndicate after infiltrating along the shadows and found the location on the intelligence map, the hovering Shermen looked down at this human small town.

 

The small town was now filled with screams and cries.

 

Large areas of burning houses had already indicated the town's perilous situation.

 

Under the firelight, human militia wearing simple linen shirts and wielding basic knives, spears, and sticks were now fighting against another group of humans who were much better equipped, with iron knee and wrist guards, armor protection on key parts, and more well-trained.

 

In fact, it couldn't be called a fight.