Overlord of Blood and Iron - Chapter 150. The March of Apocalypse. (Pt. 1)

Nox always had a dream, he wanted to see the sun without the hazy pollution fog that constantly hung above the slums, he also wanted a chance at becoming a Solar knight, the selected few that were granted a Helion Core and the chance to stand against the monsters known as Eclipsed.But for someone born and raised in the gutters of Aureum, dreams like that were nothing more than fantasies.The Academy, the shining heart of the Solar Confederacy, was a world reserved for the privileged — not for rats scraping through metal heaps for a handful of credits.Until a tier 2 Eclipsed suddenly attacked the slums and by some miracle, Nox found himself alive and in the hands of a crazy teacher at the academy.Now, under the watch of a definitely half-mad Academy instructor who seems far too interested in him, Nox finds himself walking through the gates of the Solar Academy — the very place he once thought unreachable.He doesn’t know it yet, but his survival wasn’t luck. It was the beginning of something far greater.Something that could change Aureum forever.

In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases.

He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her.

In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared “Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels.”

“Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!”

Power runs in blood - and blood always demands payment.Aya rules the North Kingdom with an ancient power that could end her bloodline forever. When Killan, the Southern King, seeks alliance through marriage, politics turn dangerous and desire becomes a liability.What begins as political maneuvering soon becomes something far more volatile. Drawn together by necessity, respect, and a growing attraction neither expected, Aya and Killan must navigate court intrigue, ancient rivalries, and the heavy cost of duty. As old wounds resurface and war looms on every border, the choices they make will determine not only the fate of their kingdoms—but the price of their hearts.Echoes of Ice and Iron is a story of power and inheritance, of love tested by obligation, and of sacrifices demanded by crowns forged in blood and history.

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book,The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.Keep in mind.