Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.1: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
This scent wasn't a result of being unable to wash away the blood of too many killings. Rather, it was a scent directly from the other party's body—The scent of 'sordid blood' unique only to hunters!
Through Vincent's 'Eyes of the Moon', the hunter seemed like a boiling furnace.
Blood bubbled aggressively within her, roaring and snaring menacingly as if she was a rabid beast in human form.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Vincent's instincts were frantically warning him. He felt as if he was being watched by a predator in the shadows and his instinctive desire for survival was now on overdrive.
The priest stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak a word. He found it difficult to breathe and his head was spinning.
At that moment, he realized that the side effects of Holy Moon Essence which had been suppressed from shock had once again resurfaced and hit him much harder than before.
Along with his despair was an urge to cry.
He had left a little too hastily... and had left his holy emblem in the bookstore!
Vincent was a non-combat priest, now without any supplementary medium.
On top of that, the other being was one of those crazed hunters of a higher level than himself.
The outcome was already decided even before the battle began.
In his moment of fluster, Vincent suddenly realized that there was still an item in his hand that could act as a medium.
The book, Sun Scripture, which he had just gotten from the bookstore!
Although this wasn't an orthodox church medium, the fact that his holy emblem resonated with it was evidence that the two might have the same source, just that the emblem had displayed subservience, which was entirely feasible.
Vincent gritted his teeth, clutching the book in his hand, and prepared to invoke the divine power of the moon.
"Take it easy, Father."
The hunter chuckled and strode over. However, instead of looking at Vincent, she gazed at the bookstore.
"I mean you no harm," she said, "Just a little curious about the new customer. As fellow customers of the bookstore, we ought to get along nicely, oth
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