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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 38: The Reenactment of a Classic
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 266: If I See One, I’ll Kill One
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 754- Another way of control part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Roel had known from the start that the battle wouldn’t be to his advantage.
Be it in terms of abilities or physical condition, he was in his weakest ever state ever since he reached Origin Level 4. If his enemy was the same Felder Elric from the March Turmoil, he might have stood a chance, but that was clearly not the case.
From the moment he saw Bryan, he noticed a sinister apparition shadowing the other party. Others might have seen it as a manifestation of gray miasma, but what he saw were countless fragmented souls existing in a mishmash of wriggling limbs, innards, and body parts.
It was a sight that would have rattled even the bravest of souls.
Roel would be lying if he said that he wasn’t fazed, but he was able to quickly regain his composure since he was aware that Bryan was concealing some kind of secret.
Two centuries was a long time even for high transcendents. It was theoretically possible to achieve that level of lifespan, but that was easier said than done.
Far too many things in life could lead to a premature death, and Felder Elric had most definitely died in the wake of the March Turmoil. There was no way the Xeclydes and the Ascarts would have slipped up on that.
The only possible explanation was that Bryan had come back to life, but that was an ability that surpassed even the means of the evil cults. The only ones who might possess the power to pull that off were the gods.
Roel suppressed his nausea and insistently kept his eyes on the floating mutilated corpses before him. For a fleeting moment, he caught sight of a familiar face.
Bron Elric.
That was the name of the young man who had lost his life when the trajectory of fate changed several years ago. Before his downfall, he used to be one of the representative figures of the Theocracy’s young scions, leading the Elrics Youth Faction. He was also one of Bryan’s many children.
Roel had witnessed Bron’s death with his own eyes. Bryan had personally taken his life to appease the infuriated crowd.
What could the presence of his soul in this disgust
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