MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon - Chapter 729 multi-line battlefield

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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“Give it up, history ends here, your efforts are meaningless… This is destiny.”

Hearing this, the young man drew his sword and stood up, shining brightly on Jiuyou.

“I am the destiny!”

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Qin Jianxi transmigrated into a very bloody novel.

She was the female supporting role who was pitiful, was divorced by the male lead, was used by the female lead, and was revenged by the male lead.

Dedicate her liver and kidneys to her family, anyway, wherever she needs to add bricks and tiles, she will be moved there.

This is really a miserable death after licking the dog until there is nothing left.

Now that she has become this super female supporting role, her fucking mentality has collapsed.

Money is not good? Isn’t the food delicious? Is it not good to live? Why do you do that…

When Fu Ge met Qin Jianxi for the first time, she was cleaning up her ex-fiancé.

I thought, this woman is really strong.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the second time, she jumped from the fourth floor easily and landed perfectly.

He’s so mentally broken.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the third time, she was dancing on the stage, sweet, charming and wild.

His heart fell completely.

When the scum found out that Qin Jianxi was the richest man, their mentality collapsed.

They hoped that Qin Jianxi would be dumped by Mr. Fu.

It turns out that she is the top scientific research expert, she is the computer expert, and she is also the top wizard in the medical field.

1VS1 favorite text, stronger men and stronger women. The male protagonist watches his wife with a 20-level filter, and his daughter-in-law is the most perfect in the world.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.