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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!

equuip · 奇幻
分數不夠
870 Chs

Destruction of The First Circle (1)

The walls of the catacomb were adorned with intricate and cryptic inscriptions, a testament to the dreams and longings that had once filled the now-hallowed space. The dim lighting cast elongated shadows over the inscriptions, creating an otherworldly tableau that painted a vivid picture of the intense emotions that had found refuge within these catacomb walls.

The remnants of lost desires, etched into the very fabric of the Celestial Catacomb, took on an ethereal quality. As Orion moved deeper into the chamber, the inscriptions seemed to pulse with residual energy, each stroke of the ancient symbols telling a story of love, longing, and the ultimate demise brought about by the cosmic clash.