The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 147 - 144. Don’t move rashly, beware of accidental discharge_1

He was just an ordinary high school student—until he traveled to the Marvel Universe and became a bounty hunter...What? You need money to unlock abilities?Blaine: “Tony Stark, have you thought about your last words? Someone paid three million to have you killed.”Tony Stark: “Three million? That’s it? I’ve spent more on shawarma. I’ll pay five million—let me go!”Blaine: “Huh? I’m a bounty hunter. I have professional ethics!”Tony Stark: “Fifty million! Come on, bounty hunter—cut me some slack!”Blaine: “...Deal. See you next time, Mr. Stark.”In this world, there’s nothing that money can’t solve.If one billion isn’t enough, then two billion. If two isn’t enough—ten billion, hundreds of billions, trillions, endless trillions!Not my story. TranslationIf you want to support me. My pat*eon Id is--> pat*eon.com/Lord_Immortal_0170Or you feel like tipping me for my hardwork you can do so on Ko*fi --> ko-fi.com/lord_immortal_0170

An ordinary office clerk was accidentally reborn into a vast and mysterious world of Xianxia, becoming a member of a small cultivation clan.The story begins in an endless sea of sand, in an oasis called the Yuquan Lake Oasis.

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.

There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!