The Tales of Draconic Warlock - Chapter 212: End of my fourth year (3)

The curtains to an epic of a continental power struggle are pulled open. There’s an entire empire in Dane’s heart!

Churches, tribes, prisons, forests, castles, graveyards, abysses . . . He controls the bases of all seven races in the fantasy epic war game, [Heart of Dynasty]; right before his eyes is the throne of a monarch!

Elf rangers pull your bows, the heavy-armoured knights are charging!

The Caesar Empire has collapsed. An era of war for the new ruler arises. The Kingdom sends endless expeditions; the Northern Alliance is unwilling to be excluded; the abyss and death begin to stir as they gaze upon the continent. Plots, tricks, religious wars. . . amidst these battles, only the victor can be called powerful!

Dane, holding a blade dripping with blood, says with bared teeth, “f*ck! Let me use my ass to see whether that seat at the top is comfortable or not!”

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Traveling through the world of pirates, becoming Luffy, and possessing cheats in teaching space, it is natural to make changes.

When Chambord landed on the island, the pacifist, the general Huang Yuan, appeared, and all the supernovas fell into despair except the hat group.

Seeing Zoro sweeping the world with a single sword, Sanji the Demon Kazekaku, and Luffy blasting away the oracle with his four-speed karma fist gun, the supernovas were stunned.

“Is this a supernova? I’m afraid it’s not the imperial group!”

During the war on the top, the hat regiment descended with the momentum like a royal regiment.

On Ghost Island, Kaido and Big Mom satirized: “Hey, boy, what are you going to become? Say it again in front of us!”

Luffy opened five gears furiously, his fist was as huge as a ghost island! A five-speed Yehuo fist gun! Party Kaido and Big Mom!

Luffy landed, the black stand-up collar cloak fluttered, put on the helmet, and whispered domineeringly:

“I’m Monkey d Luffy, the man who wants to surpass you and become the One Piece!”

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Every story needs a great evil for the hero or heroine to defeat…

The wicked stepmother who torments Cinderella.

The fearsome dragon who kidnaps the princess.

The fake rich daughter who bullies the real.

An evil demon queen hell bent on destroying the world.

Yet sometimes these villains defeat the heroes.

Agent 214 has been tasked to enter these dangerous worlds and eliminate these evil villainesses before they have the chance to win.

But why is every story a little different than what it first seems?

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.