Apocalypse: God-level Zombie Synthesis System - Chapter 1011 - : Qing Luo

The formless ancient world was infested with despicable demons. They hunted and feasted on mankind, keeping the human civilization constantly in a weak and suppressed state.

During the first known year, a magical mountain descended into the world from the realm of the Gods. Carved on this enormous mountain was a message: ‘Heaven Prevails’…

After the Grand Descent, a name that was given to the descending of the mountain, the Three Great Sages made their ways to Mystic Mountain where they learned to harvest what we now call magic, establishing the Mystic Cults and eighty-one sacred shrines to help aid mankind with the cult’s mystic powers against the eternal fight to the death with demons.

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“You might be my wife, but I shall not lay a hand on you.”

“Is that so? Then can I lay my hand on you?”

“……Pardon?”

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Around 20 years in the future, the world is destroyed due to the invasion of demons. There’s only one way to prevent the destruction.

Marry the Duke known as the Monster and give birth to his child who will grow up to be the future warrior.

“Mielle, that marriage, I’ll do it instead.”

Yelena, who saw the future,
decided to get married to the Monster Duke and give birth to his child to save the world, however…

“Are we going to keep being idle like this?”

She thought she would be able to get it over and done with (?),
but her husband’s impregnable fortress-like defenses are beyond imagination!

“I told you to strip! Why aren’t you stripping?! Is it a part of your skin?”

Can Yelena safely give birth to the warrior and save the world in the end?

“Please... give me a baby.”His eyes cut like sharp blades: “Even if it's with your husband's own brother?”I nod, trembling.To save my dying husband, I would cross any line.What started as a deal spun out of control in the darkness.“Look at me,” he grips my chin. “What are you craving?”I shake my head, biting my lip as tears fall.“You want this...” his lips brush mine, “you want me.”