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
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
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
“Cough cough…”
The old man’s complexion reddened as he sputtered.
Previously he had borrowed the ‘power’ of the Torch Dragon to attack the strongest overseas military base of the United States. That was already too exaggerated. If he still behaved as if nothing happened, he would make everyone think that he could do a summoning multiple times. If that happened, the governments would feel anxious and perhaps act recklessly. Louie did not want to see the consequences of this.
Louie needed the Earth to be at peace since it was the best place that could provide him with resources and maybe faith. He did not need a war-torn Earth.
What’s more, for the United States of America, the destruction of the Okinawa Military Base was not just a loss of tens of billions of dollars, but a complete collapse of a military front in Asia. The invisible loss could not be measured with money at all. For Louie, this was already enough. If he did any more, everyone would be a loser.
“Are you alright, old friend?”
The Shinto priest created by Louie’s [Illusion] hurriedly came forward. His withered face was full of anxiety and held the old man who just summoned the torch dragon.
It couldn’t be helped. At this point, both the old man and the Shinto priest were illusions. It would still be explainable if the Shinto priest was an illusion, but if anyone were to touch the old man and find out he was also an illusion, things would easily be exposed.
Other Japanese personnel also rushed forward. They acted as if they were greeting their leader and surrounded the old man and the Shinto priest. They all bowed with restraint, fear, but also respect in their eyes.
“Prepare a place for my old friend to rest quickly.”
The Shinto priest’s face was grim. He shouted to the Japanese representatives with coldness, as if he did not care about their position at all. Comparing him to the warm old man, they formed an impressive contrast where one acts as the bad cop while the other acts as the good cop.
The Japanese representatives talked among themselves and finalized th
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