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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · 奇幻
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372 Chs

No Other Choice

The numerous black hands rapidly approached the group, swarming them. It was as though there were an endless amount of them coming from a void.

It did not take long for Hex, Layla, and Apollo to be surrounded, covered by their shadows.

At that moment, a wave of purple energy burst out of Hex. All of the black hands were blown back helplessly and crashed into the walls. It was as though they were autumn leaves blown aside by a strong gust of wind.

A bright light appeared above Oddryl's finger before dimming. At the same time, Layla had brought her claw forward, tensing her fingers.

A beam of light shot out from Oddryl, while a shockwave rippled from Layla.

The explosion reverberated throughout the empire.

The beam of light exploded upon contact with Layla's shockwave and was then blown back towards Oddryl. It was as though the beam of light was a baseball, thrown by the pitcher, Oddryl, before being hit back by the swinger, Layla.