Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
I’ll Take That Opportunity
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 400: Call
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 521: Growth of a Tree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1499.5- Who gets the pearl
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1499- Who gets the pearl
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 28 – Child Of Destiny Lin Zisheng
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 758.3: Suddenly, a Deceased Person Came to Mind - Part 3
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 520: Switch
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1498.5- Legacy Pearl
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 87.2
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Chapter 1498- Legacy Pearl
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 27 - Obtaining The Sword Talisman; The Medicinal Bath
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 758.2: Suddenly, a Deceased Person Came to Mind - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 399: Warmth
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 519: Different Path to Escape
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1497.5- Death Oath
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1098: Working Together
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 469 – When It Comes To Suicidal Missions, Let Others Handle That
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1497- Death Oath
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The moment the collision began, the battle was already decided.
Though the polar bear cavalry was small in number, the deliberate contraction of the battle lines had unknowingly concentrated the mutant creatures into a dense mass. When these terrifying riders charged in, the marine mutants fell like harvested wheat, their bodies sliced apart by the massive cleavers, their lives extinguished in an instant.
They weren’t without retaliation—cyan beams from their glowing eyes and all manner of attacks, familiar and unfamiliar, rained down on the polar bear cavalry. Yet no matter the assault, the worst it did was stagger a rider or their mount, drawing a few drops of blood from their fur-cloaked bodies. Not a single rider fell. Their formation remained flawless, their charge unbroken.
In moments, the mutant ranks were shattered, collapsing into complete disarray.
The Motley Crusaders’ approach was brutally simple—no high-tech gadgets, no dazzling tactics.
Just disciplined, unified execution.
And, of course, the undeniable might of the muta
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