Fanfiction by sprunki.
Blood and death filled this land,
The dark clouds of war are floating in the sky over the city,
Gray, the devil incarnate, lingers in the shadow of the city.
He is weak, very weak...
Extraordinary, strange, divine,
The Golden Man, the Sinner, and the Corrupt Original Government,
"I offer you everything I have for your protection."
"allow."
Under the protection of the moody Blake and the mentally unstable Wenda, Gray is safe, temporarily.
"Give fear and death to everyone, and the Lord of Darkness will surely come to the world!" Blake said.
With death all around us, how long can even the calmest and most easy-going person remain normal? This world has gone mad long ago!
(Boring, the author wants to see rivers of blood!)
Villain story, dark story, contains bloody and violent plots, do not read if you don't like it, urban story, no CP tendency (maybe), friendship (?
Mainly the killing group Shashasha and the like.
(The author is a bit crazy, so it's normal for the characters to be crazy, right? The author is not a little devil.)
Please support the author's new book.
In the bustling tavern, a bard sang the legend of a dragon-slaying hero by the fire, while several adventurers gathered together to play monster cards. Mali finished the remaining capsule coffee in his thermos and said to the half-elf girl beside him, "Let's go, it's time to go," the kind waitress warned. "But there's a group of vicious snake-men bandits lurking on the road ahead. Why don't you wait a little longer? The Baron is already recruiting mercenaries." "No problem, we'll drive."
At the end of science, humanity has reshaped the mysticism of ancient times with technology. Qigong practitioners and swordsmen of this new world roam cities and ruins, perpetuating endless wars with artificial flying swords and nuclear fusion elixirs.
That day, Qi Long, who had been away from the crosstalk stage for a long time due to an accident, received a rescue call from his senior brother Deyun, the owner of the troupe, and returned to the crosstalk stage.
Unexpectedly, his innovative crosstalk was learned by his disciples.
There is no distinction between big and small on the stage, and the evil disciples who build new graves off the stage make fun of their master's height every day.
The various evil jokes make the comedians feel like they are going through a tribulation in every scene...
Even the traditional disciple was led like crazy by this uncle.
Boss Guo: Stop hanging out with your uncle, you’re leading my apprentice astray!
After a pleasant conversation, the price of Yono Yuko stocks rose by 10, and the current stock price: 110】
【The Yasuo Yuko Unit has been cleared and received funding: 110,000】
【Purchased 【 Swordsmanship (Master)】 Skills, cost money: 100,000】
Crossing Tokyo and opening the love stock market game system, Duosaki has been intoxicated in the daily routine.
Stock speculation is impossible for me to speculate! only! meeting! full! warehouse!
.......
Literary version: The yellow tram on the way back is lonely, the deep wind blows across the cheek, and Duosaki puts on a hood and walks alone into the deep tunnel.
“Na, Sijun. ” The girl chased out and smiled gently on her face: ” Spring is coming, it is the kind of spring that will bring happiness. “
[No system, no invincibility, no refreshing writing, moderate rhythm, those who mind should be careful. According to the suggestions of readers, the first person has been changed to the third person (the first four chapters of this book tell the history of the world and all things. If you don't like historical research and settings, you can jump directly to the first chapter: "Ashes are destroyed, new life" starts, which will not affect reading)]
When the gods are dead, who will maintain the order of the world?
According to legend, the original god Kronos cast a ring with his heart and transformed himself into a world, ending chaos with his life and opening up the world. The divine ring called "Kronos Ring" carries all the mysteries of time, fate and order. It hangs quietly at the top of the sky, rotating endlessly, waiting for fate to come again.
Thousands of years later, a young man in a border town picked up the fragments of fate between the sea of fire and dreams on the night when his home was destroyed. In a world where darkness is approaching, faith collapses, the gods are silent, and only the fire of mortals has not been extinguished.
Can he break the ring of fate and reshape a new era? When fate comes back again, is he ready to face the call from the depths of time?
Traversing an alien world, Wang Heng'an possesses nothing but one gift: forging a deep bond or karmic connection with another, he can draw upon one of their unique abilities! Saving a wounded fox spirit, his fingertips weave bewildering dreams. Untangling the inner workings of a female ghost in an ancient house, he hears whispers from the underworld. Enlightening naive plant spirits, he breathes life into his being like spring. Helping an immortal to renounce his earthly ties, a wisp of celestial energy quietly enters his body... Ghosts, spirits, gods, and immortals, all form the foundation of my destiny. Refining my heart in the mortal world, I connect with all spirits. Drawing upon the diverse abilities of all beings, I forge my unparalleled path! Wang Heng'an: "My path lies not in the mountains, not in the immortal palace, but in every connection I forge with these countless beings and species!"
If you are rich, you are Rheinmetall, if you are poor, you are Laiyang Steel Pipe. Who says our industry is not good? Huanghe was the first to object!
Rubber tycoon Li Yunlong, a seven-step second-gunner who exploded the bridge, and an expert in Kong Jie’s winter attack.
Infrastructure is ambition!
152mm large caliber, spraying tiger, leopard and rat at the top and fighting at 95 seconds at the bottom!
The loader used up his last bit of strength to pull out the shells. I, the AA man, didn’t have to go around to blow up everything!
Huang He, who owns the core technology of Minkes Shipyard, said, “My ingredients are too complicated, so don’t make random guesses.”