Dark Warlock in the Apocalypse - Chapter 7: The Dark Decision

Transcend to become the prince of Daxia, activate the Devil Emperor Summoning System, summon the powerhouses from other worlds, and fight for hegemony in the heavens!

If I were the Devil Emperor in the future, I would definitely let your blood stain the sky!

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Felix was reincarnated as Lindarion Sunblade, a prince of Eldorath, destined for greatness—or so they say. In a world where magic, swordsmanship, and archery reign supreme, power is everything, and the strong shape history. But strength isn’t given, it’s earned.With a System awakening within him, one that pushes his limits with deadly quests sometimes, helps him with skills, and helps with forging weapons into legendary artifacts, he refuses to be just another noble in a gilded cage.Trials await, enemies lurk in the shadows, and even among his own kind, power breeds conflict.But he will rise. Not just as a prince—but as a ruler, a warrior, and a legend over the entire world.

In the eyes of outsiders, Luo Das is a perfect lady from a famous family. During a trip to the museum, she traveled back to the ancient kingdom generation a thousand years ago and became a statue of the goddess of the river established in the temple.
After spending three days and nights as a stone statue, Luotas saw Eleuil, the daughter of the previous king who was exiled to the temple. The little girl raised her eyes and looked at the statue silently and stubbornly.
The most legendary woman in the history of the kingdom, the battlefield death god who fought all her life but was poisoned before ascending the throne, is just a seemingly lonely little princess at the moment.
Lotus: Well, it’s kind of cute.
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Eleuil was exiled to a remote temple by her uncle, thinking that she would face a bleak future. She looked up at the statue and thought: If the gods really exist, please appear in front of me.
So that night, the gods fell into a dream and reached out to her, which determined her lifelong beliefs.
The young princess knelt in front of the statue and bowed her head reverently: “I will always respect you, believe in you, never betray, never blaspheme, and swear to you in the name of Eleuil!”
Ten years later, it was she who held the icy wrist hanging down from the idol and kissed, and sighed uncontrollably: “Please forgive my offense, my eternal god and sweetheart, only you, I can’t let go.”
Luodus: What about the cutie you said? ? ?
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——The legend of the ancient queen and the gods will eventually become the most magnificent chapter in the interweaving of myths and history, and it will be passed down for thousands of years.
Reading tips:
1. The cool and glamorous queen who kills decisively × the elegant and abstinent goddess of decathlon
2. The background of this article refers to the overhead ancient countries of ancient Egypt, Babylon and other civilizations. It is not a serious fantasy, and the name is as easy to remember as possible.
3. Contains the settings of past and present life
4. Emotional interaction takes place after both protagonists become adults
5. Update every day around 12:00 noon, compare your heart

Content tags: strong, special love, travel through time and space, epic fantasy
Search keywords: Protagonist: Luodus, Eleuil ┃ Supporting role: Gods of Solanchia, people of the kingdom, and hostile forces ┃ Others: HE, 1v1, ability, god, ancient country, Western fantasy

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”