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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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Orion vs The Goddess of Lust (9)

The intensity of their movements increased, the clash of their weapons resonating with a symphony of cosmic and alluring energies. Orion's celestial-abyssal strikes cut through the air with deadly precision, countered by the Goddess's seductive maneuvers that sought to entice and ensnare. The ground beneath them bore witness to the grotesque and the beautiful, stained with the essence of their celestial-abyssal and lustful conflict.

The dance of combat continued, both warriors pushing the limits of their stamina. Each swing of the scythe and thrust of the spear left trails of cosmic and seductive brilliance. The battlefield became a tableau of gruesome beauty, the amalgamated reality bearing the scars of their relentless clash.