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Ascension of the Nephilim

Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured. Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life. But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time. Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man. Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge. Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all. Kyros is the legendary Nephilim. And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.

Rapture_Tales · Fantasy
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707 Chs

An Excruciating Method

Mezal was awakened from his daze.

He felt incredible horror and pain as if something was peeled off his skin.

Upon severing the rocks, Mezal felt a great pain that assailed him. It was as if every cell in his body was attacked and was undergoing a form of splitting.

Several wounds slashed out, and Mezal bled with great pain.

"AHHH!" The great pain caused Mezal to scream in pain.

The surrounding Champions who accompanied the trip immediately reacted and ran towards the carriage where Mezal was.

"Mezal!" Ordeus shouted as he opened the carriage door.

When he saw him, great rage occurred.

"Who did this?!" Ordeus shouted.

Mezal was in a very pitiful state. He was bleeding all over and even fell down from his seat.

Mezal didn't have the strength even to lift himself up.

"That.... darned God!" Mezal cursed. The cutting of those stones wasn't just symbolic. Something happened in his body.