Ascension of the Nephilim - Chapter 130 - Power Of The Coven

Hongmeng transmigrates as a god and obtains a golden finger which allows him to join a chat group with characters from other worlds.“Ding, you have received a random invitation to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000. Do you wish to join All-Heavens Chat Group No. 10,000?”

Chen Sheng transmigrated to the Cultivation Realm and became a prince in the mundane world, with no Spiritual Root.He thought he would live a mediocre life, enjoying a century of wealth in vain.Unexpectedly, he awakened the treasure [Hundred Generations Book] one morning.As long as his bloodline does not end, he can pursue immortality through a hundred generations.So he decides to have as many children as possible in this life.

Battle of Mount Hyjal:

The overwhelming Burning Legion, Malfurion on the front line saw his death as his own.

Outside the barracks at the rear, Li De leisurely started his singing.

A spectacle composed of countless terracotta figurines rises from the ground!

“Building Wonders: Terracotta Warriors.

Spectacular effect: All combat units are upgraded by one level! ”

“This…is this the power of a demigod?”

Malfurion clenched his fists and asked in disbelief.

“You’ve become stronger, send it quickly!”

Li De said, but what he thought in his mind was:

“What’s the best way to build the next spectacle?”

This is a story of a traveler with a spectacle system, farming in the world of Azeroth, and blooming the light of civilization.

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Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract.He can trade anything with it...Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate.So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight.He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest.Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person.He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty...He works hard, but it's too slow.He needs a secret group, a middleman.He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit.Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name.They only call him “the Covenant Weaver” or “the Scale Lord.”When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...