Paradise of Demonic Gods - Chapter 146: Poison

On that day, the fog blocked everything.

On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship.

On that day, he stepped through the thick fog and confronted a completely subverted and fragmented world—the old order had vanished, strange phenomonoms dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society, and isolated island city-states and fleets of ships challenged the sea that had become the last ember of lights for the civilized world. All of this while the shadows of the old days were still stirring in the deep sea, waiting to to devour this world that was about to die.

But for the new captain of the ghost ship Vanished, there was only one question he had to consider first— Who knows how to drive this ship?!

Lao Zhe’s Realistic Style Anti-Japanese War New Book

“We will definitely come back!” A military officer said to thousands of officers and soldiers under his command.

But since they left the customs, the invaders are strong, the country is still in danger, how is the family safe? The battle line goes all the way to the south, fighting countless Guanshan Mountains, but losing countless Guanshan Mountains, until the top of Cangshan Mountain and the bank of Erhai Lake!

Looking back, there is endless smoke and mountains, how many officers and soldiers are buried in other places? A war of resistance has been fought for fourteen years, how many people can return to their hometown?

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Life Demon, Law Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…

When various strange forces invaded, the world has since been divided into two distinct ends.

Some people worship him as a god and walk on the earth as a spokesperson.

Some people choose to drink a glass of strong wine on the scarlet night and raise the shotgun in their hands.

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Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.