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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 920: First Kill
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 919: Broken Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1117- Sudden addition of people
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 589: Uncle and Nephew (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3814: Revisiting an Old Place
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 293: Door
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 215: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1116- Potion Box
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 918: Glass Flame
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 314 - Whoever You Are, I'll Blow You Up First
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 666 - Order and Chaos
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 665 - For the Survival of Humanity
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1115- Pangu Bloodline
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 588: Everyone is Here
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 17: First Version Update!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 214: Cooperate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 292: Underground Morgue
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1114- Vengeful Ocean (2)
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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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