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Undying Warlord

Dilan, 21-years-old, was anything but ordinary. He sought adrenaline wherever he could. Life didn’t feel worth living on the small blue planet he was born on. However, it was a seemingly ordinary night on new year’s eve that everything changed! A raging storm manifested on the mountainside he had climbed on to feel free, to escape the ordinary world that bored him to death. And death was what awaited him eagerly as he was flung through the air, just to be pricked by an old, seemingly ancient tree trunk. Not even a miracle would be enough to save him anymore. But it was just at this moment that something much bigger than a miracle happened. Every single existence on the blue planet got connected to the Log of the Ancient, something most would label as “Status”. The ordinary and mundane world changed forever, turning into a bloody and merciless battlefield as the Primordial Ascension unsealed the shackles that weighed on the planet for millions of years. Mythical mana was unleashed, animals began to mutate, zombies emerged, and monsters known from fairy tales appeared out of Gates. Follow the journey of a man, who seeks adrenaline, who embraces pain, who overcomes death itself …a man, who will become an Undying existence! ** P.S Romance/R.18(any type of love yk) will start 250 earliest.

HideousGrain · Ação
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751 Chs

Losing it (2 of 2)

Priestess Brashta noticed that something was wrong the moment the human next to Dilan died.

Dilan's presence had changed instantly and the mana surrounding him had turned like a cloud of roaring fury.

For a few seconds, nobody knew where Dilan had disappeared to because it had been impossible to follow the path he had run to with their bare eyes.

This created distinct fear within the ordinary Tier-1 Ligrav and Rasnian, who hadn't even seen the purple flash Dilan's movements had created before.

Nobody dared to move first, forcing Priestess Brashta, the Eternal Guards, and the hunters to take the first step.

They were not less vigilant than the others but they also knew that mass panic would ensue the moment they would try fleeing from a single opponent.

Priestess Brashta was still in charge of controlling the miniature sun to her best capabilities while standing on top of the Sun temple.