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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
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A white light flashed, and before Mervant could even react, he was summoned back to Calidora's side, his blade still mid-swing.
"Cal… Cali?" he stammered, staring at her in shock. "Why did you pull me back? I was just about to—"
His words were cut short by the rush of wind beside him. Guoguo stood with her bow drawn taut, eyes blazing with fervent intensity as she recited an incantation.
Energy swirled around the arrow, akin to a miniature hurricane sigil engraved onto the slender shaft, its tip aimed directly at the ground below.
Mervant was taken aback on hearing her chanting. He vaguely recalled Girunini saying that Guoguo didn't know incantation and each enchantment on her arrows was purely from rote memorization.
Yet this war song-like chant was so intricate and lengthy it was hard to believe anyone could memorize it just by mimicking the syllables.
Mervant's gaze slowly shifted downward. In the midst of the army below, the 49 arrows that had previously missed their mark had transformed into centers of swirling wind, forming a co
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