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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 590: Uncle and Nephew (2)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 18: The Vengeance of the Rats!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 294: New City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 216: Do You Feel Uncomfortable?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1118- Space exception
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 920: First Kill
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 919: Broken Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1117- Sudden addition of people
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 589: Uncle and Nephew (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3814: Revisiting an Old Place
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 293: Door
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 215: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1116- Potion Box
"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
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.