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Chapter 515: Sanctum’s End II CHAPTER 515 SANCTUM’S END (II) Thousands upon thousands of lantern-shaped objects, each shimmering in the faintest of cyan, framed in silver-cast outline, hovered inside a gigantic, dome-shaped room. Odd-looking cables, each as thick as three grown men put together, with folds running like circles over their surfaces, decorated the ceiling, forming a strange, worming pattern that converged toward the central point where a mural of the sun lay etched in acrylic.…-
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- Level 55 - Level 21 - Level 38 - Level 2 - Level 100 ♢ “Then I always have the option to pick up and train a new classless to specialize in it.” Before anything else, Sofia identified the specialization point. Since it already showed a ‘secondary specialization’ line on her status, she thought this one might work differently. The chosen specialization will influence future stat growth from regular level-ups. Item level : -1. Grade : Virtual “That answers my question…-
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(Ryoto's pov) I won against Yoruichi, and I'm going to rub it in her face for at least a decade, which isn't a lot in retrospect. I'm merciful, after all. After a short break, Kisuke and I went into our positions but before that. "Kisuke, could you please not lay down traps so obviously in front of me? I didn't say anything when you did this with Rin, but I'm not going to stay quiet now." "Can't blame a guy for trying." He shrugged his shoulder and disabled the Kido he laid beforehand. In the…-
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A few minutes into the second massacre the army starts breaking off, men tossing their heavy armours and swords to pick up speed as they make their escape. But the Spirit Warriors are having of this, I figured it's time to go on the offensive and where else am I going to find sacrifices for my rituals? My enemies would serve me just fine. My Spirit Warriors capture two fleeing mercenaries and cut down the rest, the fools made it easier to pick them off without their armour. The Spirit Warriors descend…-
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My eyes flutter open to a scattered bunch of system notifications. I haven't had this many since I woke up in the cave. The dinging at the back of my mind stops once I acknowledge the notifications and my surroundings. I've been stripped of my clothes and put in a white, soft long gown that reaches my ankles. I've been laid and propped up rather comfortably on a bed and surrounded by soft pillows my arms and head sink into with ease. At the end of the bed there's a table right in front of a mirror, a…
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The carriage is pulled by four strong horses, the maximum number of horses the driver said he and the carriage could handle, but it seems like four horses is just the right amount. At the back of the carriage I sit in an annoyed silence with the Diviner, he's got a restless leg that won't stop tapping no matter how many times I bring his attention to it. He's anxious, rightly so considering the last orders we got from Asher spoke of a possibility of hurt. He asked for the same alchemical cure we brought…
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By the time I'd deemed Panda at risk of dying chasing the army in attrition and called him back, Shaco had grown taller and wider than even Panda. Beating his wings with his tail curled in a protective cocoon around me, we get ready to brace the impact of the growing fireball about to be launched. Yelenia and what's left of the brutally beaten and exhausted army retreat back to Autue, if I don't end this now it'll turn into a siege. But I'm not worried, not in the slightest. Things have just gotten a…
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It's been an amusing time. In fact, it's been so good that I am essentially the Marquess myself. I've wound her my finger so tightly that if I told her the only way to save her skin and win this war was to hand over her ride to oversee the battle herself…she would. She would because she can't bear the thought of losing the faith of her family and falling to the levels of disgrace that I have. But she doesn't see that she's lost everything to me already, a man she once held prisoner. As it goes I've…
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"Oh don't be so stubborn, Anselm." I sigh, pressing my fingers against my tented brows. The stress is beginning to mount up right about now, "We need all the hands we can get." He all but stomps his foot on the ground, "No, no we don't. You've already been forwarned by a freaking Demon Lord that somehow lives underneath the Forest, by the way, have you told the Spriggan about that?" "No, of course not, are you even listening to me at all? I can't! If I do either Venegue himself comes for me or I lose the…
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Clamouring desperate for forgiveness others spouting righteous indignation and casting Anera's holy symbols over the gates. My guards have little trouble holding the disgruntled nobles and their house back, although they look nothing like their titles would suggest. Their robes in tatters from the dozens of rats and mice that tore through their homes, attracted by the scent of death, decay and rotting food. Their water turned sour, an added punishment on my part, they reek foul stenches on par with the…
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