Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
In the barren desert, the black-armored commander was frantically fleeing.
Unlike cannon fodders, he, as a commander, possessed greater critical thinking and more comprehensive judgment capabilities.
In other words, those soldiers would throw their lives away meaninglessly, but he wouldn't.
At first, he did plan to let those expendable troops fight while he gathered intelligence for the sake of increasing his chances of success in battle.
However… he couldn't even lift his sword.
Faced with that eerie ashen-skinned man, the commander couldn't muster the courage to confront him.
Bottomless strength and that casual slaughter… It made the commander feel as if he was facing his king.
"Return, return, information…" he muttered in a language he hadn't used in a long time, fleeing as fast as he could toward the teleportation point from which his squad had come through.
That teleportation point should still have some energy left, probably enough to get him back to the royal city.
As long as he could get back to the royal city, he…
Suddenly, the black-armored commander stopped in his tracks. He realized that he would surely die if he returned to the royal city.
The king never forgave any deserter.
Even if he was a so-called commander, he was still just a pawn to the immortal king, one that could be expended as and when. Even if all the pawns were used up, the king could wait decades, centuries, or even millennia to produce a new batch of pawns.
The king never cared about waste.
The king was the eternal king.
The black-armored commander suddenly realized that he was destined to die.
Fleeing meant death, and not fleeing also meant death.
However, he didn't want to die. He wanted to live.
That's right. He wished to live, which was only natural! Why?
Because he was a commander; his life was meant to be used for more valuable purposes and not just wasted like this!
Was that right? Perhaps it was…
He shouldn't waste his own life, he shouldn't crush his own skull out of anxiety, nor should he jump off a cliff into an abyss out of
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