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God of Battlefields

share time: 2025-08-25 18:04:07

On their wedding night, she pressed a dagger to her destitute husband's throat: 'You're only fit to be a slave!' For three years, he endured her humiliation silently. When enemy cavalry breached the city walls, she awaited death in despair. But as the blood moon rose, the man she'd trampled daily strode through flames in obsidian armor, demonic legions kneeling beneath his shadow. 'All hail the God of Battlefields!' Trembling, she watched him shred the bloody divorce decree, his eyes burning crimson: 'My life was yours since you saved it three years ago.'

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