Death God of the Drifting Moon - Chapter 8 -

Martial Arts Year 1. Cracks have appeared between Heaven and Earth, and terrifying foreign monsters have begun to invade the earth.

Martial Arts Year 100. Martial arts have begun to flourish, and human martial artists are clashing against the invading foreign monsters.

Martial Arts Year 200. Humanity is declining, foreign monsters are continuously seizing habitual zones.

Martial Arts Year 300. Lu Sheng crossed over. Moreover, he had access to memories from 10,000 years in the future.

“The Body Refining Technique from 10,000 years in the future. After more than 10,000 revisions, it’s a thousand times more effective than the one used now!”

“Martial Art Breathing Method from 10,000 years in the future…”

“Medicinal Pill Recipes from 10,000 years in the future…”

“The Sacred Martial Scriptures from 10,000 years in the future…”

Martial Arts Year 10,000. Humanity has gone extinct.

“The Path of Martial Arts had been honed to its pinnacle, yet there was no one left to inherit it.”

“I, Luo Sheng, am Humanity’s final Ember!”

( EXTREME MATURE)Lucian Bloodmoor died once, and discovered that death was not peace, but terror.Granted a second life, he is reborn as a vampire into one of the most powerful bloodlines in the kingdom. From birth, he is blessed with unmatched magical aptitude, power so overwhelming it could topple nations and erase dynasties. Yet even that is not enough.Haunted by the terror of a final, irreversible death, Lucian becomes obsessed with achieving true immortality. Morality, loyalty, and restraint mean nothing in the face of that fear. Sacrifices will be made, countless, unforgivable sacrifices, and every one of them will be justified in his mind.He tramples over all who stand in his way and claims anyone who can serve his purpose. Elves, humans, slaves, commoners, aristocrats, and even other races are consumed by his ambition. Not even his own kind are spared from his descent into madness.This is not a tale of heroism, nor redemption. It is the story of a man whose delusions and obsessions shattered lives, drowned kingdoms in blood, and bent the world around a single, terrifying goal.And through it all, Lucian Bloodmoor never stops walking forward..................Extra tags.#NoYuri.#NoNTR#Harem#Yandere#MILFs#Wincest#Virgins#Elves#Beastkin#Spirits#Demons#Dragons#Queens#Princesses#KinksNOTE:Extra chapters will be based on the response I received on Golden tickets,Power sones and performance.

Name: [Art Tavel (Zhuang Zhou)]

Occupation: [Demon Warlock]

Class: [1]

Bloodline: [Abyss (0.03%), Human (94.97%), Darkness (5%)]

The descendants of the Tavel family, the bloodline of demon warlocks that had declined, had another “dark” bloodline after the arrival of Zhuang Zhou.

With this bloodline, he can summon monsters from the dark world.

The first thing he thought of was not to drive the summons to help fight, but to wonder if the equipment of the dark world would explode after the summons died?

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[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.]Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was “Ninth Master”.It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place.Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies.In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look.And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed.**Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, “How many little brothers are there?”Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, “Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?”“So what if I am?” Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, “Feeling pity?”Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, “The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?”[In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.]Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, “I cannot.”Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.