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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1097- Puppet Ruins
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 311 - The Unusual Light Elemental Dungeon
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 190: Second Battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 581: Red Threads Encirclement
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 283: Revenge
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 205: Dream
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1096- Seems like an easter egg
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 911: Searching (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095.5- Barbecued bird (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3811: Master
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 11: It’s Fine, Just Do Better In Your Next Life
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 580: Since You Have No Words, We Can Only Kill Each Other
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 282: Truth and Madness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 204: Stairs
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095- Barbecued bird
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 910: Searching
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 909: Completion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1094- Flame
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Viscount Darcy had just finished breakfast when Steward Ford brought news of the west gate falling.
"Cough, cough, cough—" Viscount Darcy put down his cup and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin still around his neck.
"So soon? Didn't the city police conscript roughly eight thousand militia? It shouldn't have ended this early even if it were just eight thousand chickens that were released!" he exclaimed in astonishment.
Steward Ford awkwardly explained, "Well… the entire area around the west gate is swarming with the undead, and none of those who were on the walls have returned. It's really unclear how this battle went."
Viscount Darcy went through another round of violent coughing. "Hold on, what do you mean by none have returned?"
"Lord Adra III, the city hall staff, and the city police. All of them have been captured," the steward said with a strange expression on his face.
"Wh-what?!" The well-nourished old man nearly ripped off his bow tie and napkin in disbelief. "Are you saying that the bastard not only captured Adra II
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