The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate - Chapter 152: Poem For Vengeance

This book narrates the joyful cultivation tale of an ordinary commonplace university student and a cute and coquettish little fox.

Game has become reality, toppling the world’s rules. Humanity has entered an era of global class awakening.Demonic creatures wreak havoc! Secret realms and dungeons proliferate!Terror and treasures coexist! Danger and opportunity walk hand in hand!Only by becoming a class user! And raising your level and becoming stronger! Only then can you stand at the top of the world!On the day of his class awakening, Lin Moyu became a Necromancer, which is a unique hidden class.He obtained a godly talent. Despite being merely a level 1 talent, it amplifies all skills by 10 times.He obtained a godly passive skill, which transfers all damage he suffers to his summons.As a result, so long as his summons aren’t completely annihilated, Lin Moyu won’t die.“An endless swarm of Godly Skeletal Warriors!”“Millions upon millions of Lichs!”“Countless Undead Bone Dragons!”“Can you handle it?”Subjected to curses, gods transform into white bones.When corpses explode, the sky topples and the world collapses.“I sit high upon a throne of bones, treading the boundary between life and death.”“I am a disaster!”

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”