Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 205 - I'm In A Hurry
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.06 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 073: The Immortal’s Rage
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 161: Bizarre Death
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 929: Sleepy Time
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.2: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.1: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (1)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.2: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 755- Arena
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 896 - Make Them Choose Peace
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754.5- Another way of control part 2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 775: Reformation (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.05 - Northern District's Haze
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 204 - Raid The Dungeon A Few More Times; I Will Give You A Discount
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 267: Goosebumps
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 413.1: The Sound of Pouring Rain Doesn't Stop - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 248: Late Night Maid Training
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
In an atmosphere so heavy that it could freeze one’s blood, many figures suddenly strode out of the shadows. They wore saintly white robes that looked immaculate under the moonlight, and their haughtiness was fully expressed through their postures.
At this critical moment, they made an appearance.
The Saints Convocation.
Roel was flabbergasted by the sudden entrance of these evil cultists. The four women who were ready to unleash horrors upon one another also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Before everyone’s eyes, Executive Francis stepped out from the group of white-robed disciples with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He first shot a sweeping look at the crowd before nodding matter-of-factly. He made no attempt to conceal the scorn in his eyes, as if he was looking at a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.
Lost lambs who fail to see the Mother Goddess’ greatness, confused they must be.
Francis thought that their abrupt assault was beautiful and graceful, reminiscent of an artwork. He had chosen to strike on the day of the Blessing Festival so as to catch the enemy off-guard, and it looked like he had succeeded.
He had carefully assessed the situation before joining the fray.
For some reason, Aurora Capital Ols was oddly chaotic today. There were several battles going on not too far away, and judging from the natures of their mana, it seemed to be a clash between the church and heretics. However, there were also traces of the Sorofya’s Gemstone Magic and Austine soldiers mixed amongst them too.
He had no idea what was going on, but he knew right away that the ideal opportunity had fallen into his lap.
A clash between religions and soldiers of hostile countries—this was an irreconcilable conflict. Once the battle had started, it wouldn’t stop until one side was completely eradicated. There was no better news to Francis than this.
Opportunities always knock from the most mysterious of places.
He had to concede that the blasphemous sinner was truly a sly one. The latter had used some kind of means that block
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