I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse - Chapter 580 - : They Are NotWeak

After the last elemental high tide ended, the world entered the “Great Ebb Tide Era”, and countless races such as elves, giants, orcs disappeared in the long river of history. However, the continuation of life has its own way. After a long time of accumulation, the blood of ancient alien races gradually merged into human beings.

You have the blood of a giant, become my warrior, and I will let you look down on the common people again;

You have elven blood, join me, and I will let you feel the call of the moon god;

You have the blood of an ancient dragon, show your surrender to me, and I will make you the apex of the gods!

I am the blood lord, I have the ability to awaken the power of blood, my name is Robin.

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[Complete your story by challenging countless monsters, demons, and legends]

This is the last sentence I saw before I lost my mind.

And it’s one sentence that I’m still holding on to.

That’s how the journey of killing monsters and wandering in search of all kinds of rumours began.

And it will continue.

Until the day I get out of this damn game.

On this continent, all creatures had a chance of evolving into dragons.

It was said that every life had their own Dragon Gates. After crossing it, they’d become like the sun and moon in the sky, dazzling gloriously.

That also applied to humans.

Humans’ Dragon Gates were becoming Dragon Tamers.

Searching everywhere for young spirits close to dragonizing, and training them into unparalleled Dragon Kings!

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“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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