Diswa
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The hellhounds' ambush was both a success and a failure; they successfully breached the front line, killing an elven archer and an elven mage in a very short time, before the quick-thinking Little Weir directly slammed down two giant treants to block them. The Demon-masked Youth didn't miss this opportunity, immediately launching a continuous, overwhelming wave of attacks. The thirty paths were instantly filled with skeletons and zombies. It wasn't that he didn't want to deploy more powerful forces; it…-
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What did he see? A well-trained skeleton army, with a squad of ten sword-and-shield skeletons lined up in front, followed by two vertical lines of over twenty skeletons each, holding swords, spears, and shields. The formation wasn't perfectly neat, but it was unmistakably an army, and not far away, a dozen skeleton archers were even “lurking.” In front of the bell tower was a small plaza, with wide roads on its other three sides. The plaza was two hundred meters long and fifty meters wide, and…
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The clock tower was already in sight, and Little Weir charged up the street in one go. The interior layout had barely changed; there was still nearly half of the dried fish left, and only one and a half barrels of sweet fresh water. The juvenile Night Lynx was not here, so it seemed it hadn't moved in after he left; it must still return to its old den during the day. Since he had decided to make this his stronghold, he naturally had to prepare it well. After roughly restoring the previous…
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Chapter 136: The Demonic Youth Who Slightly Dislikes Demons After completing a set of Intermediate Muscle and Bone Forging techniques, Little Weir felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He hadn't eaten anything, only drank a bowl of thousand-year-old aged wine, yet his body recovered so well. Was this the so-called home advantage? No, perhaps he was currently using a projection of his own body, which was the benefit of body synchronization. Since his body was constantly nourished and infused with…
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"Such a real soul battlefield! What exactly is the origin of that little fellow?" At the top of a large tree, the devil-masked youth gently touched his broken arm. How many years had it been since he last felt his body? He never expected to feel it again at this moment. Memories that he had almost completely eroded away were now resurfacing, bit by bit. This world was merely a mid-level world. He had been accidentally drawn to it, casting down a 《Book of Devils》, which led to his first…
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Chapter 134: Battling the Devil Again, Revisiting an Old Haunt “Ding! The Apostle has defeated their opponent; Hadfield’s soul has dissipated. Hidden soul knowledge recorded: seven sets of knight cultivation methods, three sets of witchcraft meditation methods, twelve witchcraft templates. Three-tenths of the dissipated soul power has been collected and converted, enhancing the Apostle’s soul power. The first battle in the Soul Battlefield has ended!” “Ding! A devil’s split soul has…
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"The Goddess of Night? How could the Goddess of Night appear in this kid's soul space?" Hadfield was taken aback. He was a follower of the devil, so how could he benefit from encountering the Goddess of Night, one of the oldest and most powerful gods? "Moonlight Illumination!" Little Weir was only a level one wizard apprentice and hadn't truly learned any witchcraft, but he had an intuitive, almost instinctive, understanding of the gifts bestowed by the goddess. Although the "Night Meditation Method,"…
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“What the heck is a Soul Battlefield?” Little Weir, unable to move or open his eyes inside the blood cocoon, was chatting happily with the proxy spirit in his mind. Outside, a dazzling five-colored light erupted from him, and a small, exquisite seven-story pagoda slowly flew out. It ignored the layers of the blood cocoon's embrace and the obstruction of the blood-red barriers filling the sky, soaring into the air and continuously expanding. “The seven-story pagoda!” The Star Mountain Wizard…
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Above the altar, a blood-red face quietly emerged amidst Hadfield’s prayers. Hadfield held a thick book, its cover adorned with a grotesque devil mask and strange patterns. “In the name of the Book of Devils, I, Hadfield, swear that my soul shall belong to you after death. I offer one hundred and forty living hearts in exchange for the power of the devil, and pure, benevolent souls in exchange for the opportunity to possess the person in the blood cocoon.” The blood-red devil’s face suddenly…
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In the sky, two colossal monsters engaged in a brutal, bloody brawl. Giant fists landed on their invulnerable bodies, leaving deep marks, and blood splattered as the two savagely fought, without technique or flair, only primitive, wild attacks. Fists, kicks, tearing, and biting – in a flash, the two enormous monsters became blood-soaked figures, covered in wounds. Hadfield kicked Grinson a dozen meters away, almost sending him tumbling off the altar. Grinson, however, used the momentum to…
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