Raised in Dungeon - Chapter 19 19 : Heart Of Soldier

There is no battle qi or magic here, only the royal beasts that have multiplied to the peak!

After time travel, Chen Mo awakened the talent of the entry training manual. After completing the challenges, he could endow spirit beasts or himself with various entries, so unscientific spirit beasts were born in his hands.

[Bronze wall and iron wall · Indestructible · Rough skin and thick flesh · Best meat shield · Yuan

A super-meat fox that is immune to…]

[Soul Singer·Actor·Popular Idol·Elegant…] Soul Diva.

[Master of fishing, master of throwing pots, clown, hard-mouthed…] the apostle of misfortune.

Ghost Assassin, Lurker, Son of Light, Fengshen Beloved, Phoenix, Emperor Ou…

【No Heroine】【Not Dark】

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- Description from novelbuddy

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.’

Indra (5) grew up in her family while being shunned and ostracized. When she regained the memories of her previous life, she decided to run away from home and thus trained herself to absurdity.

During her training, she encountered the young adventurer Sword, who looked just like a middle-aged guy. Worrying about the impertinent, eccentric, pointlessly strong young girl, Sword invited her to go on a journey with him.

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!”