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
Despair enveloped the crowd as they watched the Celt casually walkout from the epicenter of the explosion. Although everyone present had seen videos recorded during the incident in Japan, they still found it difficult to parse what was happening before them. Real-life, after all, was a completely different kind of experience from viewing things behind a screen.
It was no different from how depictions of poverty in documentaries, while heart-wrenching to an extent, always failed to truly convey the misery of the position.
Today, these people got to see, with their own eyes, a ‘human being’ that could block tank shells with their flesh. Their minds were ringing in shock.
This was a tank! It was a human invention of war. It was a ferocious weapon of war that could destroy all in its path. But this weapon that could blow up an entire building, couldn’t even pierce through the skin of a humanoid being.
“Hahahaha! Good, good! Although it's not your own strength, you have still roused my interest. You were even able to injure me, so you should be proud of yourselves!”
Connacht Rhys laughed fiercely. A terrifying bloodthirst spread through the air. His smiling expression gradually turned fierce.
‘Injure? Your skin wasn’t even broken and you tell me this was injured?’
Whether it was the tourist lying on the ground in fear or those stunned Englishmen, they all subconsciously groaned the same thing in their minds.
Connacht Rhys did not give them any more opportunities to think. He roared and pulled out the spear on his back in an elegant but tyrannical manner.
A month for the rod, a year for the sword, and a lifetime for the spear. This saying meant that the spear was extremely difficult to learn. After learning that this person was a Celtic god, people familiar with Celtic mythology would immediately associate his spear with one of the four treasures of the Tuatha De Dannan - Brionac. The god-king Nuada was said to have gifted it to the last god-king, the God of Light Lugh!
“In Celtic mythology, the weapons of the
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