MTL - Resurrection of Terror: My Eight Magical Skills Will Be Automatically Cultivated - Chapter 167

Xie Yunshu’s father, who was made a marquis because of his military exploits, finally thought of taking the two of them and their grandmother to the capital. She was still in her mother’s womb when her father left home to join the army, but now she is a seventeen-year-old girl.

It is said that in the Hou’s Mansion in the capital, his father had a county magistrate, Ping’s wife, and a pair of children born of him and Ping’s wife. County owner Ping’s wife’s mother’s family is powerful, but Xie Yunshu’s mother is just a peasant girl.

After crossing, Xie Yunshu smiled slightly, we have the melon eating system in hand, we know everything, everyone is good, if it is not good, then try it!

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This book is about the rise of a Beast-controlling Sect disciple. There are a thousand kinds of demonic beasts, all kinds of divine arts, countless worlds, and endless Great Dao.Here, you can see the Beast-controlling Sect disciples riding Western dragons and Behemoths. You can also see the sect disciples controlling Golden-armored Zombies, Flying Yakshas, and fighting Necromancers. One by one, the different worlds will gradually unveil their mysterious veil, revealing their enchanting appearance…

JAYDEForged in the crucible of Xi Corporation’s labs, Jayde—once known only as SN1098—is a genetically engineered super soldier, her body honed to a razor's edge through decades of fighting humanity’s brutal wars. Her rebellion against her creators sparked a desperate battle for her people’s survival, only to end in betrayal and a fiery death on Crypso 3Q3U, her sacrifice shattering the corporate chains binding thousands of GESS lives. Yet death is not her end. Jayde awakens, impossibly, in the tortured body of a young girl on a strange world untouched by the technology she knew—no starships, no replicators, no blasters, only the primal pulse of magic. Bound to an ancient artifact pulsing with secrets, she must navigate a realm of powerful mages, mythical creatures, and lurking monsters, her old instincts clashing with the arcane forces now at her command. Her soul, scarred by battle and betrayal, carries a darkness that threatens to consume or redeem her as she carves a new path.RENRen, the fierce demon king, stands as the last bulwark against his race’s extinction, his heart a furnace of primal fury. To save his people and halt the malevolent Zartonesh’s invasion of the realms, he must venture to the Lower Realm, where the Devil Wars first ignited. His fate entwines with a young woman—Jayde—whose soul, steeped in shadow, stirs the ancient beast within him. Her vast, untamed power could be the key to salvation or the doom of all he fights for, her presence a spark to his fire, a bond that could forge or shatter destinies.AN EPIC JOURNEY OF MAGIC AND REDEMPTIONJayde trades her blaster for a sword, stepping alone into a universe where magic hums like a Centauri war-chant, guided only by a mysterious artifact that whispers of forgotten truths. She journeys across dimensions, learning the art of spellcraft, forging alliances with unlikely companions, and facing enemies born of myth and nightmare. As she grapples with the darkness within her soul—a remnant of her past life’s pain and betrayal—she searches for her true-mate, a bond that could anchor or unravel her. Will she master the magic of this strange world and rise as its savior, or will the shadows she carries bring ruin to all she holds dear?WARNING: This tale unfolds as a slow-burning romance, weaving love and loss through a tapestry of magic, sacrifice, and defiance, as Jayde’s legacy burns brighter than any star.

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.