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Nameless King

Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.

Arlemit · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
1149 Chs

The Fate of the Progenitors

"Hey, did you really think I was dead?" Alucard asked with a slight smile on his face as he appeared behind Alia.

Alia flinched, slowly turned around, and said in a trembling voice, "What...? How is that possible? When did you have time to recover...? Sir didn't even leave a drop of blood from you...!'

Whooooooooooosh.

Gael swung his sword as a stream of wind with particles of ash headed in their direction, fluttering Alucard's hair and coat.

"Eh... You're still too young to fully understand what it means to be on the Transcendence Stage." Alucard shook his head, pressed Krakos with Alia against him, and turned into a shadow, finding himself in front of Gael.

Alia hurriedly removed Alucard's hand from her shoulder and ran toward Gael with a worried expression. She took his hand and asked, "Sir, are you all right? Your wounds... They were terrible."

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