Azimuth: The Elden Throne (New Version) - Chapter 337 Truth or Myth?

Warning: ~SOUR RAW LEMONS~Make no mistake, MC is a villain through and through.Story is not sacrificed for eye squinting lemons, cheek slapping lemons are not sacrificed for story.Detailed smut scenes, but I warn in advance, hold on to your pillows and be near a convenient location, only the strong can maintain calm.Your PP will definitely grow if you read this book!-----------------------------------------It begins with a rough start, but stay with me, it only gets better!!...Also, its not all about the lemons here, the story is just as important if not more. The lemons are an aspect of the story, not the other way round.Join my discord server:- https://discord.com/invite/Rjfy3RkgwtYou will find character illustrations there and get future updates.-SYNOPSIS-Following countless reincarnations, Aldritch had lived countless lives without any recollection of the one before. He was initially chosen by a god for a specific purpose, and for whatever reason, the god stuck with him, trying time and again to reincarnate him into a particular world, but each time, he enters a different world and loses the memories of before getting there.Just when the god was going to give up and finally search for someone else, Aldritch's reincarnation works... half works, since he still got reincarnated into the wrong world, but at least this time, it was one with a connection to the intended destination.Aldritch initially didn't wish to bother himself about this warworld, as he wanted to live a fun life, doing everything he couldn't in his previous life now that he has and can get anything he wanted, good looks, wealth, fame, and most importantly, beautiful women to carry out and fulfil all his desires and fantasies!!But then, realizing the truth about warworld might just change his mind... And what a weird start? he is starting out in the chamber of the goblin queen?

“The more the Holy See supports me, the more it means I am doing the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means I am doing the right thing.”

“If even the heretics praise me, it proves that I did the right thing. If the heretics don’t say a word, it shows that I did something impeccable!”

“If the Holy See opposes me, it means that they have degenerated into evil heretics. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means that I have done the right thing.”?

In 681, Ansu, the youngest Pope in the history of the Holy See, was crowned Holy Pope. He delivered a speech and gave important instructions for the subsequent de-deification work. Pope Anzu emphasized:

“And now both the Holy See and heretics are against me, which just shows that I am on the right path!”

…

685 years.

“It’s not that the evil god can’t be summoned, but it’s more cost-effective to choose him to take the stage.”

Sylvia, the former Saint of the Demon Tribe, commented this way.

As soon as these remarks came out, they instantly aroused the attention of all walks of life – the large-scale documentary “The Legend of Pope Anzu” will continue to be broadcast for you.

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This is the story of a top evil player speeding through a fantasy world.

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In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.