MTL - Heaven’s Shadow - Chapter 680 Open a hole

The boy named Ulysses has longed for the respected profession of priest since he was a child, and has been working hard for this ideal. However, by chance, he became the heir to the Demon King chosen by the “Book of Curses”. After experiencing many setbacks and blows, he is still working hard, trying hard, trying to return to the path of priesthood.

However, there are many powerful enemies in front of him.

Always getting lost, the heroic fiancee of Ulysses is single-minded, Rasha; guarding the “Book of Curses”, the little devil Aya who will do anything to turn him into a demon king; very worried and worried about his own children, the extreme north. Earth’s Ice Phoenix mother; Helen, the strongest weapon girl who can destroy the world for her father.

A witch with very bad magic but excellent swordsmanship, a saint with divine power, a dragon who burns like a flame, a Hydra who loves to mate and love everyone together… Today there are also many brave warriors who are ready to crusade against the Demon King.

In front of these lovely and enthusiastic warriors, can he really become a pure-hearted priest as he wishes?

(In this story of love and justice, the girls who can “tear down” the demon king are all brave)

- Description from novelbuddy

Hikaru Nozomi, an ordinary university student, gets recruited by the Order of the Elements after awakening the Element of Light. And his mission? To find the other 9 Elements.

When Cui Qichao’s ancient emperor blood awakened, he began to suppress the emperor’s instincts in various worlds…by crazily farming.

Yandi Shennong’s blood, quality farming guaranteed.

Cui Qichao: I love farming, farming makes me happy!

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”