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Plasma Weapons Real

My magic weapons are all rule-based

"Master Sun, your sect is now a well-known sword sect in the northern cultivation world. What do you think of Dean Xu?" "I often tell experts that Dean Xu is my idol. When others were hunting him down, he would find ways to make friends, cooperate with him, and train disciples who had reached the foundation building stage. He would no longer continue to train them and sell them all to other sects. Now his disciples are all over the world, and his people are everywhere." "What do the seniors of the magic sect here think of Dean Xu? He has been hiding his identity and mixing in the magic world for many years..." "Don't talk nonsense, reporter! Our gang leader is the most famous demon in southern Xinjiang. The person you are talking about has nothing to do with him!" "Okay, okay, then I want to ask the head of the Qin Dynasty. The Huanhai Sect is the largest sect in Xize. Xu The dean is secretly in charge of the government, engaging in financial frauds and involving countless sects. Now the creditors are denouncing us outside our venue. How do you respond?" "It's ridiculous. Our leader's surname is not Xu. Besides, we don't have any creditors. All the creditors died in the fight for the ancient cultivation inheritance. Those people outside are just hostile sects who deliberately took the opportunity to mess with us." "But according to our investigation, the ancient cultivation inheritance is a new tomb built by Dean Xu, and the people inside were not all blown to death..." "I'm warning you! This is blatant slander!" "Let's put this question aside for now. What do the Donghuang monsters think of him?" "I want to give birth to his children."-----The dragon girl of the dragon clan said so.
DaoistWum0ZR · 2.7K Views

Special Weapons And Tactics: S.W.A.T

In the labyrinthine heart of a city perpetually teetering on the brink of chaos, where shadows conceal the lurking menace of hardened criminals and danger lurks around every corner, the elite Special Weapons and Tactics team, known as S.W.A.T., stands as the unwavering shield protecting the innocent. Their mission: to restore order from the precipice of anarchy, to navigate the treacherous terrain of high-stakes confrontations, and to ensure the city's survival against the relentless tide of lawlessness. Leading this crack team is Sergeant John Tuck, a man known simply as "Tucker"—a seasoned veteran whose steely gaze belies a sharp mind and unwavering resolve. His leadership is forged in the crucible of countless perilous operations, his decisions often the difference between life and death. Under his command is a brotherhood of highly skilled operatives, each a specialist in their own right, bound together by shared experiences and an unbreakable loyalty. There's David, the meticulous strategist, whose analytical prowess anticipates every move of their adversaries; Devlin, the explosive expert, whose controlled detonations open paths through seemingly impenetrable obstacles; Hodges, the sharpshooter, whose precision is legendary, capable of neutralizing threats from impossible distances; Bravo, the master of infiltration, whose stealth and cunning allow them to penetrate the most heavily guarded strongholds; and Buck, the unwavering force, whose raw strength and tactical acumen provide an impenetrable wall of defense. Together, this tightly knit unit faces down the city's most dangerous elements, confronting heavily armed gangs, sophisticated criminal organizations, and desperate individuals pushed to the edge. Their battles are fought not just on the streets, but within the confines of their own minds, as they grapple with the moral ambiguities of their profession, the psychological toll of constant exposure to violence, and the ever-present threat hanging over their lives and the lives of those they protect. This is their story—a story of courage, sacrifice, and the unwavering dedication to upholding justice in a city that desperately needs it.
Semajj · 480 Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.4K Views
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