From Skeleton Soldiers To King Of The Undead

In this latest work by Lord of the Mysteries author, Cuttlefish That Loves Diving, be prepared for a well-thought out and detailed apocalyptic, cyberpunk world with a setting superseding Lord of the Mysteries! Our protagonist, Shang Jianyao, is crazy—literally crazy, at least that’s what the doctors said. Living in a huge, underground building of Pangu Biology, one of the few remaining factions in this apocalyptic wasteland known as the Ashlands, he acts in unfathomable ways that’s head-scratching, comical, and shrewd. So is he really crazy? Probably. He has a grand dream: to save all of humanity. Intricately tied to this dream is something everyone in the Ashlands believes in: Deep in a particular ruin buried away by danger and famine, a path leading to a new world awaits. To step into the new world, one only needs to find a special key and open that certain door. There, the land is bountiful, as if milk and honey flows freely. The sunlight is dazzling, as if all coldness and darkness are washed away. The people will no longer have to face desolation, monsters, infections, mutations, and all kinds of dangers. There, children are joyous, adults are happy, everything is fine as they are supposed to be. Every Antiquarian, Ruin Hunter, and Historian roaming the Ashlands knows: That’s the New World.

Autumn of 1840. The world is like a whale floating up, igniting a fire in the eyes of the boy. A letter from more than ten miles away, a traveler from a foreign land, and several wonderful and fantastic stories. Ritualists, strange objects, alien species, invisible techniques; Cursed secret texts, pointy-eared cats and dragons, little people under the floor, castles walking in dreams; Science and mystery, fantasy and reality. The boy tapped his cane, staggered with the times, and his black hair flew and melted in the laughter behind him: "Those who are against us are bad guys!" The monsters said. ———— This book is also known as: "The end of mysticism is probably afternoon tea", "My sect members are not quite right" Keywords: Victorian fantasy, mysticism, esotericism, cat people's daily life

Here’s the thing. The big demon Baiju, who was invited down the mountain by the Demon Management Bureau, was very satisfied with the guardian assigned to him. He was tall and had long legs, with a clean face and a calm temperament. He also cooked well. And although there was always a strange murmurs from his heart, it wasn’t a big deal. The only thing that puzzled him was that this human seemed to like to play with his white hair. Xiao Yao, renown for his elite untouchable presence, with his face buried in dog fur: Hey.

Introduction: [Single female lead + live broadcast + ghost exploration] Jiang Yuan outdoor live broadcast, night fishing in a strange reservoir, scared the popular anchor Xiao Yimei to tears! Directly rushed to the hot search The agent was anxious, "Let you walk into science, popularize scientific knowledge, and you have the ghost army borrowing the road? Terminate the contract!" Jiang Yuan: "Don't, it's all science, you listen to my explanation!" The supervisor came to the door and asked him to investigate the murder The platform came to the door and signed a contract with an annual salary of tens of millions! Jiang Yuan is crazy in the horror forbidden land, Popularity rises, system rewards are also rubbed, Are the audience scared away? Jiang Yuan: "Oh, then I feel relieved"

B-style introduction: Long spears like a storm cut through the sky, followed by the undead and wolves. The distant bells and the cold death follow each other like shadows. Did you hear the bells that night? It is announcing your death. Straightforward introduction: A church composed of heretics such as witches, sorceresses, vampires, and undead. An incompetent god who can only act cool in dreams. A bitter male protagonist who is both a god, a pope, and a believer. The story begins with a summoning ceremony. Cthulhu + steampunk. The new book "Abnormal Extraordinary World" is being serialized in two editions.

Luke has transmigrated to the United States, but eventually realizes that this United States is different from the United States of his previous life. Here, the superpowers and characters from the movies in his previous life actually exist. How will Luke fare in a world where such terrifying superpowers exist? Fortunately, he has a cheat – the Super Detective System. Join Luke on his new journey toward becoming a detective.

The villain is an essential novel character that needs to be filled in. As a high-class villain club’s heir, Xia Bei Bei is determined to have her name go down in history as a byword for infamy villainess. However, to forge ahead towards the brilliant prospect as a true villainess BOSS, inevitably there will be a figure who appears in front of her from time to time who wanted to push her to her death due to some twisted rule. Xia Bei Bei: Male God, what are you doing right now? Such-and-such Male God: I know that you have been coveting my beauty for a long time. So this time, I’ll reluctantly allow you to be intimate with me. Darling, you can’t backpedal. I’ll let you kiss me. Xia Bei Bei: Cough* Cough* Male God, don’t give up on your treatment!

My name is Sigmund, and this is the 27th day and the first day after my crossing. Snowstorm, mountain village. 27 days is just the same day of reincarnation. Cold and hungry, and a faint growl in the wind and snow. In 27 days, I had 11 broken arms and 3 legs. Don’t be surprised, I also buried 7 of myself. Until the 28th day, in the diffuse snow, a dark ghost carriage broke the time cycle and appeared in front of my eyes. The door opened, and the ancient parchment rolled slowly Another world gold finger, or a novice reward for signing in for 28 days? Between on and off, Sigmund was lost in thought. ………… Traveling through time and space and nightmares, every time the carriage arrives, Sigmon gets rewards and becomes stronger, but even so, he still stubbornly believes that this car… is not serious. Only because that day the carriage brought him two silver-haired women, one large and one small. “My name is Ciri, and I’m from Kyle Morhan.” “My name is Maria, from the Star Clock Tower.” Are your horses pulling carts or pulling skins? joke! I am a decent person, what can I do? Ha ha……

【Cthulhu】【Foundation】【Greece】......All Myths Lin Mo traveled to a world where card masters are respected, and awakened the one-in-a-million card master talent——【Evil Oracle】 However, everything follows the principle of equivalent exchange. While gaining a powerful talent, Lin Mo also lost the right to use ordinary cards, and the cards would explode as long as they were used. In order to continue on the path of a card master, Lin Mo had no choice but to do it himself, engraving, writing, and reshaping, as Lin Mo followed the steps step by step to complete them. Countless evil gods who had been sleeping in myths were brought back to the world by Lin Mo in the form of cards. Ancient evil god - Yamata no Orochi End of the Black Dragon - Nidhogg Fallen Angel - Lucifer Supreme Mother Goddess - Shub-Nicholas Devil Blood Soldier - Chiyou Countless cards with ancient mysterious atmosphere emerged from Lin Mo's hands In the blood-stained dusk, the black dragon cut through the sky In the surging sea, the demon snake spit venom The distant North Morning Star fell, and when the day and night were reversed, the angels broke their wings in the world Medusa, Spear of Longinus, Revelation of the Old Testament ...... Summoning cards, equipment cards, skill cards, prop cards, every card, all originated from the oldest evil god in mythology. Lin Mo gently held the card in his hand until the low hum of the horn of the old civilization sounded in his ears. The prosperous times are gone, the old days are back He comes with fear, spreading like a tide He comes with the end of the world, creating an era in blindness and chaos The ignorant, the human beings prostrate themselves in worship The sky is dark, the will of God is conveyed to all living beings

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination… Entering the realm born by human imaginations… Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean. Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination. Virus is my slave. Endurance my inheritance. Growing and hunting in the boundless universe. Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space. Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost? In a battle of demons, who can leave an immortal legacy? A declining Trump card, Final evolution! I’m… on a journey! We are one!

“In a land far to the east, there exists a strange store that has rejected a three Michelin star rating multiple times. The prices are expensive. A combo set of soup and egg fried rice costs 288 RMB. Oh, I forgot it also includes a side dish of pickles. Even so, very many people line up to wait. That place does not accept reservations. It only lets in people who are waiting in line there. Countless people make special trips to line up there. Of course, there’s nowhere to park planes or cars. Their service is so terrible, the customers have to serve their own dishes and grab their own bowls and chopsticks, and they even have to wipe down their own tables! God, the boss is simply crazy.” —《 Michelin Gourmet Magazine》

Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system. However, he had the heart of a player. I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world. I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC! Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players… — In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky. Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist. Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted. With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh. In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses… “Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.” The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.