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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Watching the crusaders move back to the capital, the Grand Marshall nervously removed the sweat from his forehead. The few drops of blood on the chair were almost as daunting as the crusaders had been. The Grand Marshall clapped his hands, and two experts entered the tent.
“Remove this chair and bring me a new one,” he said with a rough voice. As the task was being dealt with, the Grand Marshall quickly sat down. His hands covered his eyes for a moment as he thought about a way to deal with Hui Yue.
“The idiot made an astonishing defense, but he forgot one thing,” the Grand Marshall said with laughter as he realized what they needed to do. “Bring out our archers. Let them march forward and rain arrows upon those beasts who are trapped in their own defenses. To attack our archers, they’ll need to leave the defenses they built around themselves. With them leaving through that small entrance they created, it will make it easier for our soldiers to overwhelm them.”
The Grand Marshal's orders were instantly shared with the soldiers. The archers gathered at the front, ready to march. However, as they were about to start walking, they soon found that the ground between the two camps, the place where they had fought yesterday, was still littered with corpses. Blood ran in rivers and limbs were spread across the ground. Moving through this, it was impossible not to constantly step on the dead and see the birds and animals gnawing on the many corpses. The sight of flesh and bone sticking up here and there was truly horrifying. The sight made the soldiers shiver and made them think that at the end of the day it could be them lying on the ground. Although they understood what exactly it was that their Grand Marshall meant, they were still the ones on the front lines, and they had an ingrained fear of the beast horde in front of them.
“Don’t look down. Look up and get ready! Giving your life to save the country is the pride of any soldier!” the Grand Marshall yelled out, and it caused everyone to grit their teeth as they forced
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