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Chapter 382: Identity
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Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1479- 5.5 million (Teaser)
Beyond the plain was a grassland backed by a massive hill. In front of the grassland was a rocky beach and, beyond that, an even more extensive swamp.
Several landforms, from the small grassland to the vast swamp, formed a trumpet-shaped terrain, with the massive hill at its center.
On the small grassland, over 100,000 Cloud Peak warriors were lined up in formation. The entire formation exuded a silent yet chilling killing intent.
Every single one of them knew exactly what they were about to face, yet none of them showed any fear. Rather than fighting for their lives, they felt they were making history. This was how the warriors of Cloud Peak felt.
In peacetime, most of them were ordinary, unremarkable individuals. They had lived within history but had never created or changed it. In the long river of time, they had been insignificant specks of dust.
But in Cloud Peak, here, today, they all knew that even if they died in battle, their names would be engraved on the Monument of Heroes that Cloud Peak would soon erect.
That was history.
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