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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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Normally, the drawbridge unfolds towards the entrance, but this time it is folding backward toward the inside of the city. 

The chains holding it up slowly unraveled, their endless clinking and shifting resounding through the air. 

And finally, the drawbridge hit the other side with a loud BOOM before the slave traders wheeled us into our destination. 

"I miss Luna…." Aisa grumbled under her breath, trying to garner some pitiful attention from me. 

"That's great… should've begged her to come then," I rolled my eyes before blocking the woman's complaints out of my head and focusing up. 

Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup 

The sound of stone wheels clacking against a hard surface echoed through the long silence that befell the slaves and slave traders.