MTL - The Hero Kneels - Chapter 875 7 Sin God King

Mu Yangling was reborn into a hunter’s family, and she expected to live a simple and happy life.However, a disaster almost shattered their home.His father was conscripted into the army because of a war, and the whole family had to follow and settle in a farming village.Unfortunately, they couldn’t even distinguish the seedlings of the five grains.As Mu Yangling looked at her mother and younger brother, who were on the verge of tears, she straightened, lifted her head, and said, “It’s okay. I have strength.”She also had some agricultural knowledge from a thousand years later!

At the end of the dark 40,000 years, the enemies in the Milky Way launched their final offensive. When the end of the Era comes, the eternal war will come to an end. The human empire has now reached its destined final moment.

But the gear of fate does not end. The fate of the Milky Way will be determined by him and them as it was ten thousand years ago. What will happen at the end of this dark 40,000 years?

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One week before the destruction of the earth, Xiao Yu fused his soul with the main computer of an interstellar spacecraft, and fled before the destruction of the earth.

After the integration with the computer, Xiao Yu possessed the powerful computing power of the computer, but also possessed powerful innovation and exploration capabilities as a human being. As a result, the humble interstellar spacecraft in which Xiao Yu lived began to continuously evolve from a chemical engine to a nuclear power engine, and from a nuclear power engine to a positive and negative material annihilation engine. The volume and mass also began to increase. Big.

With the continuous development of science and technology, Xiao Yu also began to try to build a true interstellar super fleet that integrates attack, defense, exploration, landing, and acquisition …

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.