After six eras in this world full of gods and monsters, Tianxia arrived.
If you were to travel back to the end of the Ming Dynasty in 1628, what would you do? The Jurchen barbarians outside the Great Wall had risen, and in twenty years they would march into the Great Wall, leaving hundreds of millions of Han Chinese dead at the hands of foreigners. The Ten Days of Yangzhou, the Three Massacres of Jiaxing, the "Retain Your Hair, Lose Your Head" policy, the literary inquisition, and nearly two hundred years of isolation from the outside world, countless humiliating treaties, preferring friendship to domestic slavery, and ceding 1.74 million square kilometers of territory, an area roughly three times the size of France. China, despite its resources and the goodwill of its neighbors, paid 1.95 billion taels of silver in compensation to the powerful nations, a world record, but not a glorious one. [Tea Head]
The portable mecha mutates and can absorb materials on its own?
Anti-insect battleship blueprint? Drawings of an anti-insect mecha? Anti-insect warfare strategy? Brand new drawings come to mind.
Yang Mu's rebirth seems to be controlled by the hand of God...
But since God gave him a chance, Yang Mu chose to make a change.
On the road of Xinghai's technological development, Yang Mu wants to go in the opposite direction and stand tall.
Because everything I do is not random thinking, but preparation for a rainy day. All this is for the rise and fall of human civilization twenty years from now!
Back in time he finds himself in pre-World War II Germany, where folk are full of fanaticism and discontent, hatred is fomenting and war is brewing. Born into an aristocratic family, with powerful resources at his disposal, where does he go from here? When the oppressed change into military uniforms and neatly line up shouting, ‘Even if we all die in battle, Germany will still exist!’
At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.
[Lord + Summon Monsters + Domination + Invincible + Decisive Killing]
Suren, equipped with a war system that allows her to summon magical beasts, transmigrates into the body of a viscount in another world.
Is it to survive and develop, farm and build, and gradually restore the family's glory, or to embark on the path of killing and conquest, and forge the throne with blood?
Suren looked at his endless array of Warcraft units:
Tier 1 Dire Wolf, Cave Hyena...
Second-tier Wind Wolf, Lava Giant Lizard...
Tier 3 Thunderstorm Bat King, Enchantress Fox Girl...
Fifth-tier Titans, four-winged wyverns...
Perhaps the moment he came into this world, a path to the pinnacle of kingship lay beneath his feet, gods would bow down to crown him, and all races would kneel and cheer, witnessing the supreme ruler who reigns over all...
(Use your brain + enjoy...)
His soul transmigrated to 1885, becoming Constantine, the crown prince of Greece, the "last worst-performing country in Europe." Internally, oligarchs held sway; externally, powerful nations threatened; the nation was impoverished and weak, teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. His past life's soul cried out: "How can we play this hellish game?" Fortunately, he was the only prophet with historical memories! While the world considered Greece an ant on a chessboard, Constantine treated all of Europe as his own. He intercepted "Nikolaus Dimitrios" (historical prototype being Tesla), overtaking his rivals in the Second Industrial Revolution! He reformed the land, dealt a heavy blow to the oligarchs, and monopolized Mediterranean trade with Greek merchant ships! "Russia's scheme? I see through it!" "Britain and France want me as cannon fodder? First, ask my Italian cannons... no, my Krupp cannons if they agree!" His father, George I: "My son..."
[System + Academic Genius + Urban + Comedy + X + Y + Z]
Ye Bufan discovered he had transmigrated?
I've turned into a cute little boy!
Just as Ye Bufan began to lament his life and sigh with sorrow...
He had actually been bound to the Super Brain System.
At this moment, my truly extraordinary life is about to begin!
Were the questions difficult? What, you can answer them all?
A six-dimensional ability test? What, you're a hexagonal warrior?!
Leading the development of the times is our inescapable responsibility!
When someone asked Ye Bufan why he was so smart...
Ye Bufan shrugged and replied:
"Would you believe me if I said I grew up eating tomatoes?"
...
In the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, immortals and demons wreak havoc. Zhang Yu, a mortal, awakens amidst a mountain of corpses after a flood. In search of survival, he joins the army and, with his insignificant mortal body, seeks immortality.
Fortunately, he possesses a cheat-like ability [equipment slot], allowing him to absorb the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, forge true dragon armor, and refine the Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi. However, the road ahead is fraught with danger, and an even greater secret is about to be revealed—he is actually the last Dao seed of the ancient Jie Sect.
From then on, a lowly soldier raised his sword to the heavens, using mountains of corpses and seas of blood as his steps, and gods and demons as his fuel.
This path of eternal life amidst the flames of war is also the path of transforming the empire and changing the heavens.
"The Alliance Forced Me to Treat the General" Author: Yin Renhuan [Complete + Extra] Copywriter: Shao Xiangwenhe When Wei Xi was 20 years old, he felt that his life was very complete. He inexplicably inherited a large inheritance from a distant relative. He could not say that he was rich, but at least he had enough food and clothing. Even the pharmacist qualification certificate he got by staying up all night in college could be kept at the bottom of the box to spend his old age. Wei Xi, the self-reliant orphan who had struggled for more than ten years to survive, felt at ease.