Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Several days later…
The capital of the Great Tang was covered in a blanket of silver, and the roofs of the homes were piled high with thick snow, thick icicles hanging from the eaves. The capital had been transformed into a completely different world.
The crisscrossing streets of the capital were all empty.
Heaven and earth were still, all things quiet. This was an empty and abandoned world!
In this frozen world, the nearly one million inhabitants of the capital were huddled in the cellars they had dug out beneath their homes, quietly waiting. Never had this sort of thing happened in the capital of an empire.
But in the southeast corner of the capital, amidst the snowstorm, a figure stood in a pavilion and silently looked toward the northeast.
Whoosh!
A snow eagle flew out of the snowstorm. The Tang horseman raised his head in shock, extending his arm in disbelief to receive the eagle.
"This is a report from the northeast!"
The horseman was flabbergasted.
He had been waiting here for several days. In this ice-covered world, he was perhaps the only person standing outside in the entire capital, quietly waiting for the news.
In this sort of endless waiting, each second felt like an epoch.
There was nothing here besides snow and wind, and the same scene of blinding whiteness could be seen wherever one looked.
He was used to this sort of waiting, used to day after day without a result. He had never expected news to arrive from the northeast at this time.
"The northeast… Victory?" the horseman softly muttered, and then he shouted in glee. "Victory in the northeast!"
He mounted his horse and made for the Imperial Palace like a madman.
"Victory in the northeast!
"Victory in the northeast!"
The hooves stirred up snow as the horseman galloped through the city, his excited bellows resounding through the streets.
The white capital was at first quiet, the only sound the howling of the wind, but chattering voices soon began to emerge from the buildings lining the road.
"What? Victory in the northeast?
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.