Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 279 - If It Happens Again, You'll Lose That Eye Of Yours
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 661 - Reaping What One Has Sown
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 542: There Are Really Friends in a Distant Land
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3796: The Materials Gathered
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 192: Inevitable Downfall
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1020- So that was the case
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 240: Relationship
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1019- Afterlife Clip
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 160: Revenge
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 878: Hourglass
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 278 - Protect Lin Moyu!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 660 - The Fall of the City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 541: The Storm Suddenly Arrives
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 191: Lead the Way
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1018- Mother Wheel Space
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
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Zheng He sliced a Posthumous people warrior and allowed the blood to splatter over his face.
He loved the warm blood.
Of course, he had never told someone else about this interest, as killing was a sin in Saint Light Hall.
He hadn’t had much opportunity to experience this feeling in the past. Only when they executed some heretics was he able to quench his thirst.
Right, he was in charge of executions in Saint Light Hall.
He had many chances to leave this role, which not many people liked to promote somewhere else, such as interrogation, investigation, scouting, etc.
But he rejected them. Everyone felt that his faith was firm. He was willing to give everything to God and use his blade to protect his faith.
But only he knew that it was because he couldn’t let go of this addiction.
When he was on the outskirts killing those Posthumous people tribes, he felt like it was heaven. But now, he liked seigeing more.
There was resistance, and it was more intense, which made things more interesting.
He raised his blade. He wouldn’t be interested
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