MTL - Undead - Chapter 37 .Chapter 37

She was bored, so the Emperor accompanied her as she played in the three thousand realms and caught a phoenix for her to sit on. When she has cravings, the Emperor crossed through space to gather all kinds of delicacies and immortal fruits for her. Later on, she liked little kids, the Emperor tricked her, saying if she becomes the Empress, she’ll get her own kid. And like that, she became the Empress and got tricked by the Emperor into bed. However, she reincarnated and forgot everything…..

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He was persuaded into playing the VRMMO 「Trailblazer」 or TB for short by his cheerful childhood friend Miyu.

But Wataru faced Miyu, who was full of motivation and said this.

「Then, I’ll be the rearguard. Shinto priest? I’ll take this one」

「What!? You are not going to fight next to me!? And you call yourself a man!?」

For some time she would become one of the top players and start getting called Hero.

So Wataru had to deal with being an extra.

But, during a certain PvP event, a strange nickname was attached to Wataru.

That, he was actually the 「Hero’s true self」.

Let go of your burden and chase the footsteps of your predecessors from the shadow.

Blinded in the past life, hence train the body to locate enemy by sound.

Upon rebirth, using the future information, obtain the best equipment! Purgatory transcript on strategy! The strongest thief skills!

With a dagger in my hands, slaughter the world of those who oppose me.

Traditions does not die only fade away

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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