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
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Suddenly, a sound that struck fear into everyone’s soul (except Long Di) and even sent the Super Donkeys into a frenzy echoed out.
“Meow!”
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Screams of fear and shouts of panic flooded the streets as the local guards tried their best to keep the peace.
“Lock down the city! Fortify all defences!” Shouting orders was Thousand Emo Valley’s battalion commander.
He was a burly man, wearing a suit of black armour. Several holes at the back went down the spine where long bone spurs protruded.
The helmet he wore also gave way to even more bone spurs that jutted from his face and head.
His rank as commander was displayed on his pauldron, not that anyone questioned his rank. After all, this was a position he held for many years.
He was currently making his way up one of the two mountains that made Thousand Emo Valley, a valley. His goal was nowhere near the top, just to the location where a bastion was built into its side that would allow one to overlook not just the valley, but the plains for miles around.
Another man of rank, a captain, ran up to him and executed a salute before reporting, “Sir, there’s a sole carriage that seems to be making its way towards us! Should we hold the gates until it arrives!?” the captain asked.
“No! We have no time to wait for a single carriage! They have to help themselves! Maybe they can hold that THING off until help arrives!”
Hearing the commander’s command, the captain sped off to execute it posthaste.
“Speaking of help,” the commander looked to another soldier who was keeping pace with him as he made his way up. “Has the messenger already been sent to Nether Immolation War Temple!?”
“Yes, commander! The messenger was sent the minute we spotted it!” the soldier advised after a quick salute.
“Good! Then all we need to do is stand our ground and pray to the Heavens to spare our souls the unholy hell we will bear witness to today.”
As the commander arrived and stood atop the walls of their bastion. He could clearly see what struck fear into the hearts of mortal men, and it was a truly ha
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