Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands - Chapter 483: Vermilion Bird 41st Outpost — To Fight or Retreat

The Ring of Magic had shattered.Calamities emerged.Lind, who had crossed over to become a wild monster NPC at a stronghold in the apocalyptic Magic World, saw a group of undead shouting “Pass the flame” arrive at his territory. They held lofty ideals and were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the world.Therefore, Lind prepared to masquerade as the village chief of Newbie Village.Lind: As a remnant of the old era, I will craft a ship that can carry us to the new era.Player: After enduring endless hardships, we finally met the BOSS, and then the BOSS just knelt down and swore fealty to the lord....“I, the King of Game BOSSes, Just Want to Be a Good Newbie Village Chief”“Player: Every NPC on Our Side is as Strong as a BOSS”“Player: That BOSS Actually Can't Beat the Quest NPC We're Supposed to Protect?”Tags: Lord, Farming, Kindombuilding, Fantasy, Fourth Apocalypse

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”

He praised her, “Wifey, you are a genius!”