Leviathan of the Covenant - Volume 8, Chapter 4 - The Conclusion between the King and the Imitation

Forge unparalleled mechs with the ambition of old age, and use the galaxy as a knife to smash the edge of the empire.

His name is Ji Xinghe. When he was 65 years old, he went to Alien Battlefield to avenge his son.

The old man is standing on the ground, his ambition is a thousand miles away, the old man wears armor, and fights to the galaxy, the old man drags his sword, it is not for glory.

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Demon pets, demon soldiers, and demon warriors.

In this bizarre world where everything can be a partner, Du Yu looked at Qian Zhihe with wings flapping in his palm, and couldn’t help falling into deep thought.

Did she just say…she is from the Golden Crow?

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Easy and funny, welcome to the pit.

The works “Nine Stars Poisonous Milk” and “The Lord of Nine Stars” have been completed, and you are welcome to read them.

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Read the first 10 chapter and you will like it..All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died.But Lucas Nightveil was different.A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her.Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King.While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike.He didn’t want peace.He didn’t want justice.He only wanted war.“In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.”— Lucas NightveilAs his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command:“Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King.”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?