Legacy of the Void Fleet - Chapter 161: ch This… this changes everything

What's it like to control Time?Kranos had always been obsessed with controlling Time. “Time takes all away,” he thought.After dying of old age in his first life, Kranos reincarnated into the immortal world.Reincarnated into a world of cultivation, magic, magical creatures and horrifying existences, Kranos accepted his fate of being a mortal.However at that moment a notification panel appeared in front of his eyes...[Detected fragment of Time Dao...][Time System uploading…25%... 50%... 100%][Time System uploaded…]…[Name - Kranos.][Cultivation aptitude - ETERNAL-grade.][Elemental affinity - TIME.]…In this world filled with countless creatures and powerhouses, read how Kranos uses time to resolve all challenges he comes across.“With the power of time in my hands, I will conquer all.” Kranos sighed as he looked at the four immortals in front of him.Tags: #Action, #System, #Noromance, #Anti-hero, #Cultivation, etcetera.Hey guys, it's the carefree author's first time publishing a novel. I want to start with a small goal of 1000 chapters. Please support me!

Living carefree at home is the greatest shortcut—- My house is the world’s greatest magic power spot, that being the case both my house and I were summoned to another world by some guys who were aiming for it. However, I’ve been living in this place for many years and my body is, apparently, abnormally overflowing with magic. Due to some unforeseen circumstances by those guys who summoned me, they quickly ran away. Be that as it may, there are some ill-mannered people who covet the magic leaking out of my house. I won’t give up my house to those people! I’m going to wield my power as I please!

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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