Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell! - Chapter 479 - 265 Taoist Jing Feng: Physical Defense piled up? What does that have to do with my Magic Damage? (Please subscribe! Please vote monthly!)_2

Carry a full belly, her husband brings another woman home and even wants to kick her out!

Tragically dying and reincarnated, she is determined to escape, yet he relentlessly pursues: “Dare to flee, I’ll search the entire city, find that woman within 48 hours!”

He’s arrogantly domineering, turning his hand he treats her as insignificant, reversing his hand she’s the treasure held in his palm.

She scoffs: “Stay away from me, we’re already divorced!”

In a world where countless web novel universes collide, where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons wage war against each other—where protagonists rise, seduce breathtaking heroines, seize endless opportunities, and battle for supremacy—there is one man who can suppress them all.A man who has finally crossed into another world.When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster.“A villain destined to be beaten to a pulp by the protagonist? Am I really just a side character?” Veil muttered to himself.But why should he accept that fate? His father held absolute power, his mother was a legendary business tycoon—what made the so-called protagonist superior to him?Fortunately, at that moment, he successfully awakened the Villain System.One day in the future—“Veil! You crippled me, stole my opportunities, and even took my woman! You damn villain! You’ll suffer divine retribution for this!”A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up a mouthful of blood.Veil smiled gently and said, “I didn’t do anything… This was simply your fate.”“A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it.”Remember this.I, Veil Lancaster, only wish to be a charming and sinister villain.

“The more the Holy See supports me, the more it means I am doing the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means I am doing the right thing.”

“If even the heretics praise me, it proves that I did the right thing. If the heretics don’t say a word, it shows that I did something impeccable!”

“If the Holy See opposes me, it means that they have degenerated into evil heretics. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means that I have done the right thing.”?

In 681, Ansu, the youngest Pope in the history of the Holy See, was crowned Holy Pope. He delivered a speech and gave important instructions for the subsequent de-deification work. Pope Anzu emphasized:

“And now both the Holy See and heretics are against me, which just shows that I am on the right path!”

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685 years.

“It’s not that the evil god can’t be summoned, but it’s more cost-effective to choose him to take the stage.”

Sylvia, the former Saint of the Demon Tribe, commented this way.

As soon as these remarks came out, they instantly aroused the attention of all walks of life – the large-scale documentary “The Legend of Pope Anzu” will continue to be broadcast for you.

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This is the story of a top evil player speeding through a fantasy world.

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[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.