Lord of the Magical Beasts - Chapter 696 - Dimensional Merchants

Due to the mercilessness of a wicked God, the Demon Queen’s Soul is sliced in half, reincarnating twice in her third life! Unfortunately for her, one of her halves reincarnated as a Living Armor inside the depths of a labyrinth!

Reincaranted not as a Living Being, but as a Living Armor, an Undead Ghost inhabiting a set of rusty armor, she will have to survive within the depths of the labyrinth as a Level 1 Monster!

However, as the former Demon Queen, she will destroy each challenge that dares come her way by relearning all the abilities, skills, and spells that she once held as the Sovereign of all Demons while merging them with the unique powers of an Undead!

As she rediscovers her previous life powers and knowledge, she begins to build a Demon Kingdom from zero, gathering strong allies and going against the Nations that had deemed of Demons, Beastmen, and Monsters as unholy existences!

...However, a dark shadow looms on the horizon, creeping slowly towards her future as she unravels the mysteries of the world and the gods that govern it.

And amidst the chaos of her third life, where could her other half had reincarnated?

Ruthless against her enemies, and compassionate towards her people, she shall reform the Heavenly Laws set by the Gods themselves!

This is the story of the weakest Demon Queen, who has sworn to never commit the same mistakes of her previous lives, and now, she will become the strongest!

An exciting action-filled adventure with Sci-fi, Necromancy, Magic, Fights against Gods, and Kingdom Building!

Cheng Yan transmigrated only to end up in a medieval Europe like world, becoming Roland, a Royal Prince. But this world doesn’t seem to be the same as his former world, despite some similarities. Witches are real and they actually can use magic?

Follow Roland’s battle for the throne against his siblings. Will he be able to win, even though the king already declared him to be a hopeless case and with the worst starting situation? With his knowledge of modern technologies and the help of the witches, who are known as devils’ servants and are hunted by the the Holy Church, he might have a fighting chance.

Now, let his journey begin.

You think too much, cultivation is not like this…

When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.

A relaxed cultivation story.

Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name.

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