Chapter 765: The Golden Era
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Chapter 765 The Golden Era
The sudden revelation of Desira and Voraxa's presence injected a new layer of complexity into the already bewildering scene. The Rebellion Army was expecting a straightforward confrontation with Lethargia, but now found themselves facing the unexpected appearance of two more warlords. The air crackled with tension as the unexpected reunion unfolded, leaving both sides to grapple with the implications of this unforeseen warlords.
"Hold your ground!" shouted the leader of the Rebellion Army. "We are proud demons and devils, united in purpose to liberate the Netherworld from the oppressive grasp of the Warlords! "Today, we stand as a force to defy their tyranny, to break free from the chains that bind us, and to reclaim our rightful place in the realms of the infernal! No longer shall we bow to the whims of those who seek to control us!"
His words echoed across the grassy plain, rallying the demon army with the fervor of rebellion. Each syllable carried the weight of defiance, a proclamation against the established order. The demon soldiers, spurred by the impassioned speech, brandished their weapons with newfound determination, ready to challenge the forces that had long dominated their existence.
At the culmination of his grand oration, the leader raised his sword high, a symbol of their united purpose. "Today, we march forward, not as slaves, but as warriors! Warriors who will shatter the shackles of oppression and usher in a new era for our kind!"
"That's the spirit! Raise your sword and fight for your convictions!" Lorelai shouted, joining in with the rallying cries of the Rebellion Army.
"Whose side are you on?" Elena commented.
As the cheers of the Rebellion Army echoed through the air, Desira was standing stoically with her arms crossed, and observed the spectacle with a measured gaze. Her eyes, narrowed with a blend of amusement and disdain, conveying an unwavering confidence in her abilities.
When Obsidian X passed, the Warlords' unity crumbled. Ambition and greed took root, and the once-mighty coalition fractured into power-hungry factions. The golden era was replaced by an age of oppression, as the Warlords sought dominion over all, enforcing their rule with an iron fist.
"Obsidian X . . ." the leader muttered after a short silence, ". . . is no longer here."
His eyes blazed as he shouted, "And you are no longer our Warlords! You're nothing but demons we need to eliminate in order to truly achieve true peace!"
The leader of the Rebellion Army, fueled by the fervor of his emotions, launched a ferocious attack towards Desira. His weapon arced through the air with deadly intent, seeking to strike down the Warlord of Lusts and Desires. However, Desira, with a solemn face, faced the impending assault with an air of indifference.
"Foolish," she uttered with a calm yet cutting tone as she effortlessly sidestepped the attack. Desira's movements were almost ethereal, a dance around the chaos of the battlefield that showcased her prowess.
At the side, Azazel sighed with a mixture of concern and admonition. "Desira . . . Don't kill them," he implored.
However, Desira was unswayed by Azazel's plea. He had no love for her fellow demons, only indifference. But if Azazel asked her of it, then she would follow without question regardless of what she felt. Desira only harrumphed in response, and with a decisive stomp of her foot, she channeled her dark powers. Dark hearts, ominous and laden with temptation, manifested and fluttered towards the Rebellion Army like malevolent butterflies.Delve into the §ource of thïš dat@, deepl¥ r00ted in n0v(lb¡n★
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Chapter 765 The Golden Era
The sudden revelation of Desira and Voraxa's presence injected a new layer of complexity into the already bewildering scene. The Rebellion Army was expecting a straightforward confrontation with Lethargia, but now found themselves facing the unexpected appearance of two more warlords. The air crackled with tension as the unexpected reunion unfolded, leaving both sides to grapple with the implications of this unforeseen warlords.
"Hold your ground!" shouted the leader of the Rebellion Army. "We are proud demons and devils, united in purpose to liberate the Netherworld from the oppressive grasp of the Warlords! "Today, we stand as a force to defy their tyranny, to break free from the chains that bind us, and to reclaim our rightful place in the realms of the infernal! No longer shall we bow to the whims of those who seek to control us!"
His words echoed across the grassy plain, rallying the demon army with the fervor of rebellion. Each syllable carried the weight of defiance, a proclamation against the established order. The demon soldiers, spurred by the impassioned speech, brandished their weapons with newfound determination, ready to challenge the forces that had long dominated their existence.
At the culmination of his grand oration, the leader raised his sword high, a symbol of their united purpose. "Today, we march forward, not as slaves, but as warriors! Warriors who will shatter the shackles of oppression and usher in a new era for our kind!"
"That's the spirit! Raise your sword and fight for your convictions!" Lorelai shouted, joining in with the rallying cries of the Rebellion Army.
"Whose side are you on?" Elena commented.
As the cheers of the Rebellion Army echoed through the air, Desira was standing stoically with her arms crossed, and observed the spectacle with a measured gaze. Her eyes, narrowed with a blend of amusement and disdain, conveying an unwavering confidence in her abilities.
When Obsidian X passed, the Warlords' unity crumbled. Ambition and greed took root, and the once-mighty coalition fractured into power-hungry factions. The golden era was replaced by an age of oppression, as the Warlords sought dominion over all, enforcing their rule with an iron fist.
"Obsidian X . . ." the leader muttered after a short silence, ". . . is no longer here."
His eyes blazed as he shouted, "And you are no longer our Warlords! You're nothing but demons we need to eliminate in order to truly achieve true peace!"
The leader of the Rebellion Army, fueled by the fervor of his emotions, launched a ferocious attack towards Desira. His weapon arced through the air with deadly intent, seeking to strike down the Warlord of Lusts and Desires. However, Desira, with a solemn face, faced the impending assault with an air of indifference.
"Foolish," she uttered with a calm yet cutting tone as she effortlessly sidestepped the attack. Desira's movements were almost ethereal, a dance around the chaos of the battlefield that showcased her prowess.
At the side, Azazel sighed with a mixture of concern and admonition. "Desira . . . Don't kill them," he implored.
However, Desira was unswayed by Azazel's plea. He had no love for her fellow demons, only indifference. But if Azazel asked her of it, then she would follow without question regardless of what she felt. Desira only harrumphed in response, and with a decisive stomp of her foot, she channeled her dark powers. Dark hearts, ominous and laden with temptation, manifested and fluttered towards the Rebellion Army like malevolent butterflies.Delve into the §ource of thïš dat@, deepl¥ r00ted in n0v(lb¡n★
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Chapter 765 The Golden Era The sudden revelation of Desira and Voraxa's presence injected a new layer of complexity into the already bewildering scene. The Rebellion Army was expecting a straightforward confrontation with Lethargia, but now found themselves facing the unexpected appearance of two more warlords. The air crackled with tension as the unexpected reunion unfolded, leaving both sides to grapple with the implications of this unforeseen warlords. "Hold your ground!" shouted the leader of the Rebellion Army. "We are proud demons and devils, united in purpose to liberate the Netherworld from the oppressive grasp of the Warlords! "Today, we stand as a force to defy their tyranny, to break free from the chains that bind us, and to reclaim our rightful place in the realms of the infernal! No longer shall we bow to the whims of those who seek to control us!" His words echoed across the grassy plain, rallying the demon army with the fervor of rebellion. Each syllable carried the weight of defiance, a proclamation against the established order. The demon soldiers, spurred by the impassioned speech, brandished their weapons with newfound determination, ready to challenge the forces that had long dominated their existence. At the culmination of his grand oration, the leader raised his sword high, a symbol of their united purpose. "Today, we march forward, not as slaves, but as warriors! Warriors who will shatter the shackles of oppression and usher in a new era for our kind!" "That's the spirit! Raise your sword and fight for your convictions!" Lorelai shouted, joining in with the rallying cries of the Rebellion Army. "Whose side are you on?" Elena commented. As the cheers of the Rebellion Army echoed through the air, Desira was standing stoically with her arms crossed, and observed the spectacle with a measured gaze. Her eyes, narrowed with a blend of amusement and disdain, conveying an unwavering confidence in her abilities. When Obsidian X passed, the Warlords' unity crumbled. Ambition and greed took root, and the once-mighty coalition fractured into power-hungry factions. The golden era was replaced by an age of oppression, as the Warlords sought dominion over all, enforcing their rule with an iron fist. "Obsidian X . . ." the leader muttered after a short silence, ". . . is no longer here." His eyes blazed as he shouted, "And you are no longer our Warlords! You're nothing but demons we need to eliminate in order to truly achieve true peace!" The leader of the Rebellion Army, fueled by the fervor of his emotions, launched a ferocious attack towards Desira. His weapon arced through the air with deadly intent, seeking to strike down the Warlord of Lusts and Desires. However, Desira, with a solemn face, faced the impending assault with an air of indifference. "Foolish," she uttered with a calm yet cutting tone as she effortlessly sidestepped the attack. Desira's movements were almost ethereal, a dance around the chaos of the battlefield that showcased her prowess. At the side, Azazel sighed with a mixture of concern and admonition. "Desira . . . Don't kill them," he implored. However, Desira was unswayed by Azazel's plea. He had no love for her fellow demons, only indifference. But if Azazel asked her of it, then she would follow without question regardless of what she felt. Desira only harrumphed in response, and with a decisive stomp of her foot, she channeled her dark powers. Dark hearts, ominous and laden with temptation, manifested and fluttered towards the Rebellion Army like malevolent butterflies.Delve into the ource of this dat@, deepl r00ted in n0vlbnf37c8f0d5cb079375efd239c41a82e59c321978e0e48e77c2630d66e46623297a0b371d93a1642392f338b49283a803930b04d8366adb1ae122e7d4bdaacfd77
