The Hero Took Everything from Me, So I Partied with the Hero's Mother! - Chapter 48: The Dragon was Hunted Down

The journey of a generation’s male empress started because of four words.

“Send a dowry escort.”

During the 19th year of Yuanqing, Qi Yunruo boarded a carriage and entered through a corner door of the second prince’s estate. Then, across the watery corridor, he gazed at the prince from afar.

Notes:

For aristocratic women in imperial China to marry into a family part of the upper nobility, they must be of the legitimate line and must also have an escort/dowry maid that married into that family. That escort would be a “ying” (媵) and could be considered a concubine.

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She was reborn in the 1970s, when there were no mobile phones or TVs, people lived in poverty and marriages were arranged by families. He, the wealthy and powerful head of the regiment, who governed the local army, helped her join the army so that her family would no longer be bullied and could live a good life. And Suddenly, he proposed marraiage to her...

Billions of humans have descended on the Boundless Continent to become the Lord of the Citadel and participate in a fair and equitable race for supremacy.

At the beginning of the landing, each Citadel Lord would randomly receive an Initial Barrack.

The first thing to do was to recruit soldiers, plunder resources, build a dynasty and compete for supremacy over all races!

Lin Yi was surprised to find out.

The one he received at random was the unique Military Barrack – the [Angel Reincarnation Pool]!

Angels could be bred!

“Haha, mine is an Advanced Troop Type building that can summon Forest Elves!”

“Mine is a Top Tier Troop Building, capable of summoning Dark Dragons with ultimate potential to reach the Holy Rank!!!”

“I can summon Golden Behemoths ……”

Looking at these self-bragging messages, Lin Yi couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.

His angels, holy beings, unique soldiers!

The weakest of the twin-winged Angel, in its full form, was also of demigod level.

The most powerful of all, the eighteen-winged Archangel, was even a terrifying existence of the Lord God level!

As soon as the Angel Legion comes out, who can compete with them?

Believe in the Lord, and you shall have eternal life!

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