Ascension of The Unholy Immortal - Chapter 312: Three Headed Devil

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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He went from an ordinary student to a god-level master in manufacturing.
Continuously progressing, processing range from hundreds of meters to tens of atoms, processing precision from microns to nanometers to atoms and molecules, everything was possible.
Wassenaar Accord? The embargo against China? What we have banned are technologies that China doesn’t care much about. Most of the member states have to import technology from China, shouldn’t the member states have a meeting to discuss and bring in China as well?
Forbidden chip sales? Is there a mistake? We barely managed to maintain our low-end market with a large amount of subsidies, it’s already good enough that China didn’t initiate an anti-dumping investigation. President, are you sick?
Hmm, it seems like living cells can be processed precisely as well. Do you need to refine the cancer cells that you are spreading out?

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Shocking big news: Gu Qingning, the good-for-nothing daughter of the Gu family, is no longer dumb, and her IQ is on the line.

Hearing that Gu Qingning got perfect marks in the grade-jump exam, everyone sneered, “It must be cheating.”

Sister Ning was not angry, and rejected the olive branches offered by other top universities, and took the recommendation of University A to sit firmly on the throne of the god of learning.

Hearing that Gu Qingning wanted to build power, everyone laughed again, “Waste wood can build power, and men can have children.”

Sister Ning didn’t get annoyed, she started her career silently, made a fortune silently, and abused scum while wearing a vest.

Hearing that Gu Qingning is in a relationship, everyone laughed again, “What kind of blind man would fall in love with her devil.”

On the same day, the most mysterious prince in the Beijing circle posted an official announcement on Weibo.

——Mrs. Fu, what do you want to eat tonight? @Gu Qingning

The whole city boiled, and it turned out that they were the ones who were blind.

From then on, Master Fu and Sister Ning joined forces and never looked back on the road of slaughtering dogs.

…

“Master, madam beat up the heir of the Rawls family.”

Fu Juncheng, “Send a few more people to help beat her up, don’t tire her out.”

“Master, madam is robbing us for business again.”

Fu Juncheng, “Who asked you to rob her, and send her the plan.”

“Master, your mother said that Madam seems to be pregnant.”

“boom–”

There was a sound of slamming the door, and the tall and straight figure of the man had long since disappeared.