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
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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
"Senior!"
The Chinese general shouted in surprise. He exchanged a glance with the Russian general beside him and hurriedly stepped forward as if they were ancient officials welcoming an emperor.
The entire camp was silent; no soldier dared to speak. At the front of the camp stood an elderly man dressed in Ming Dynasty attire, smiling warmly. He had white hair but a youthful face, wore a jade pendant at his waist, and stood straight. Despite his apparent advanced age, he showed no signs of frailty; instead, he radiated vitality.
Next to him were two other elderly men, both thin and frail-looking. One was dressed in the traditional robes of an ancient Japanese priest, with a style reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty. His expression was cold and stern, evoking the sharpness of metal. The other was dressed simply in coarse cloth and had a kind, gentle face.
Accompanying these three elders was a young woman, appearing to be in her early twenties. She wore a black nun’s habit but had a mature and kindly aura about her—she was Sister Mirda from the Christian faith.
This odd combination of three elders and one young woman looked strange but was, in fact, a team of extraordinary individuals. By now, their names were known across the entire world.
"Seniors, you’ve finally arrived!"
The Chinese general breathed a sigh of relief. Though this general was in his fifties, he knew that he was no more than a child in the presence of these elders. These elders were true superhumans, so he became even more respectful in tone and demeanor.
The Russian general beside him also grinned from ear to ear, with a hint of flattery. Inwardly, however, he felt bitter, wondering why Russia had no ancient legends or angelic figures to rely on.
In truth, Russia had its own mythology—the Slavic pantheon, which once thrived in what is now Poland, Russia, Belarus, and other regions. There were great gods like Perun and Veles. However, modern Russia followed the Eastern Orthodox Church, and Slavic mythology faded into obscurity. Moreover, during
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