Awoke As A God After Auto Battling For 1000000 Years - Chapter 73: Three Guilds Competing, Invitation from the War God Guild

The Emperor of the Great Qi Kingdom was looking forward to a princess, but he had twenty-eight sons in a row!

The tyrant opened the altar and prayed that as long as he gave birth to a daughter, he promised that he would not commit murder in the future and bring peace to the world! Unexpectedly, God really agreed!

Ten months later, Gu Nuo’er, the only little princess in Daqi, was born with a koi carp.

In the face of being surrounded by treacherous officials, the enemy country is staring at the tiger, and the disadvantaged start of man-made disasters and natural disasters——

The little princess waved her little hand, indicating that the baby is not afraid!

Relying on the luck of the koi carp, help the tyrant father to clean up the court situation, please the queens in the harem, and bring blessings to the people around him.

Gradually, she became everyone’s petite baby.

Tyrant Daddy: “The Dragon Chair is my Nuobao’s shaker, as long as she speaks, the world will give it to her!”

Brothers of the prince: “If you have looks and you have money, I just don’t get married, and I spend my whole life to spoil my sister!”

Ministers and uncles: “Who dares to bully the little princess, don’t blame us for besieging and killing them all!”

When Nuonuo grew up, everyone realized that the boy who grew up with the princess wanted to steal her for a long time——

Ye Siming: “Nuo Nuo, whoever makes you cry, I will make the whole family restless, and whoever hurts you, I will take his life. If you like it, my life is yours too.”

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The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]