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
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
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
Commotion immediately erupted at the sight of the stranger. At once the militia members present trained their sights on him, unwilling to let him take another step forward.
Sister Mirda, with her charismatic personality and strong faith, created a firm temple in the hearts of this group of people who were born and lived in oppression. At expense of even their lives, they would do their utmost to preserve the sanctity of their saint.
This movement also drew other people’s attention. Many nuns, villagers, and foreigners were videoing the last journey of Sister Mirda’s life.
The man who appeared at the entrance of the village looked about thirty years old. He was wearing a tunic without any other accessories on his body. He walked barefoot yet the soles of his feet weren’t stained by the earth. He had curly, flaxen long hair and a face with a thick beard.
The man looked quite ordinary. He was neither handsome nor ugly, and indeed his attractiveness seemed to be the mean of the entire human race. His long hair cascaded and danced with the wind, but not in a messy manner. Rather it gave off a feeling of freedom and refreshment.
He smiled. His smile wasn’t full of compassion and kindness like Sister Mirda’s but it bore its own kind of warmth. It was like the light, and he was the sun, bringing light to the world.
However, the man’s appearance surprised everyone. The villagers had long known that this place was surrounded by government forces. The reason why no attack had occurred was because of the world-renowned nun as well as the foreign workers. The Kenyan government did not want to become internationally targeted by Christians and the countries that the foreigners came from. As a result, they decided to perform a battle of attrition instead of a direct one.
In any case, there were no supplies left in the village. As time went on, the people in the village would surely starve to death.
“Are you from the government army?”
A black boy of slightly more than ten years old asked. His body was so thin and frail that anyone could see
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