The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations - Chapter 586: Annihilate the Enemy (3)

Introduction One:When Jiang Shouzhong finally resolved to help his wife vanquish demons and uphold the righteous path of the human world, he saw nothing but piles of white bones. Standing atop the battlefield of Asuras, the demoness was none other than his former wife.——Introduction Two:Above the temple halls, beneath the rivers and lakes, where the world of humans and demons divide, along the righteous and evil paths, countless charismatic individuals weave lives full of fireworks, unable to exhaust the tales of snow, moon, wind, and flowers.Kings and generals, peddlers and pawnbrokers, scholars and swordsmen, fiends and phantoms, they are all but pages in a book—each of varying thickness, some with twists and turns, others dull and ordinary, filled with ups and downs, joy and sorrow, or a mix of good and evil, with causes and effects unending.And the book of Jiang Shouzhong's life is undoubtedly the most captivating of all.——

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it.Synopsis:When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The Great Norther Wall. The Dragon Knights. The Lords of the Winter Mountains. The Descendants of the Primordial Dragon. These are the various titles of the Grand Ducal Clan Ragnar, which boasted a rich, thousand year history. Theo Ragnar resolved himself to aiming for the throne of that very same clan. ‘These cursed chains weren’t something I could slip out of. They were meant to be broken with strength.’