Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
“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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