The Martial God with Psychic Powers - Chapter 128

If you’re reading this, then chances are you’re drawn to tales of Greek mythological characters and monsters . Update schedule: 2-3 chaps per day Ding {System notification} God of War, Ares, hath been vanquished {+one million exp points} “What the heck! I just defeated a god and I got only a million exp? Cronus, you stingy ancient relic! I’ll get you for this!” Rex yelled. “Verily, thou hast bested but the god of mere skirmishes, Ares. Prithee, speak not of billions in reward ’til thou doth lay low Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades. Until then, relish thy modest crumbs, mortal!” “Talk normally!” Rex screamed “You’ve merely vanquished the god of brawls, Ares. When you manage to take down Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, then we can talk about real rewards. Until then, enjoy your pocket change!” “Okay, now I even hate it when you speak normally!” Rex facepalmed ************** Pandora’s box has been opened! Woe unto humans!! The entertainment of the gods has just begun!!! Years after the titans were defeated at the hands of the Olympians, humanity started to awaken abilities that made them accomplish feats that would have been only possible in Superhero movies. Yet “evil must accompany good,” as monsters also began to emerge on Earth. Amidst all of this, an orphan boy named Rex fails to awaken anything, as if this isn’t enough, a pitiful end soon follows him, but it seemed as if fate hadn’t forsaken him yet, as the very depths began call for him, ***Young one, You have inherited my will*** But great power comes at a great cost

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.

The overhead of the Tang Dynasty, the story of capturing the spirits.

“The stones on the other mountains are hard enough to carve and polish jade”.

To Prince Cheng, Lin Chengyou, Teng Yuyi is the piece of “jade” that he can not capture.

The proud son of the heavens is on the road to chase his wife to death.

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