Beast Piercing The Heavens - Chapter 20 – First Battle

Name: [Art Tavel (Zhuang Zhou)]

Occupation: [Demon Warlock]

Class: [1]

Bloodline: [Abyss (0.03%), Human (94.97%), Darkness (5%)]

The descendants of the Tavel family, the bloodline of demon warlocks that had declined, had another “dark” bloodline after the arrival of Zhuang Zhou.

With this bloodline, he can summon monsters from the dark world.

The first thing he thought of was not to drive the summons to help fight, but to wonder if the equipment of the dark world would explode after the summons died?

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‘Is this… an interface?’

Despite having no knowledge of where he was, he was familiar with the system interface.

After all, it was oddly similar to the novel he closely followed.

But…

‘This doesn’t make any sense, I should have died already.’

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After a tragic accident, he found himself transmigrated inside one of his favorite novels.

He realized he was now Brandon Locke, an unfamiliar character, an extra.

Armed with knowledge about the future, Brandon now has to traverse this new world all on his own.

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steal the power of others.

Evaluation:? ? ? Level, counterattack the top plane! ! !

Yang Xi felt helpless, the world was targeting him.

He is just a salted fish who rose up to save his sister, but in the end he shoulders the future destiny of the entire human race.

The adjudication organization established just to conceal the identity has developed into a giant force spanning countless planes.

The [Exercise] ability that he casually threw to his younger brother was developed by him into the strongest divine body of all ages…

This book was once titled “My Vest Can’t Be That Many”, “How to Build a Big Organization That Crosses All Realms”

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”