Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 242: Iceberg
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1165- Advanced bloodline
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1164- Make him back out in despair
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 13
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 30: Evolution of a Skeleton Soldier!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 616: To Let Everything See Light
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 319: Stare
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 241: Heart Knot
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1163- Plant face-off (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1162- Plant face-off (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 318 - A Heartwarming Read, With No Fighting Or Killing
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 12
"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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