Nine Star Hegemon Body Art (WN) - Chapter 2536: The Peak of the Mother Tree

Cosplayer Liu Mang accidentally crosses through time and arrived at the Eastern Han Dynasty wearing Aries Gold Cloth. (Saint Seiya!) He arrived on top of the walls of XiaPi right when it was about to fall to Cao Cao.

As a kind of punishment, the wings of a demon king were cut, and he eventually lost all of his power. To get back his power, he made a deal with the angel. He will go to the realm of humans to find a special girl with a special skill who is meant to be her queen. If the woman got pregnant, all of his sins would be forgiven, and he will regain all his powers. But he didn’t think that knowing her would be an adventure for him as the king of demons in the human realm.

For those who fought in war, war never ends.

But Xiao Yuan’s war has just begun…a war that has ended.

Guderian?

Rommel?

Manstein?

The USSR needs only one soldier… Shulka

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Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.