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
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
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)
"All units standby. Form the barrier.
"Take note to not spread the boundary's anchor points too far apart. This isn't like past dream beasts. Rodney used himself to summon the 'god' of the Church of the Dome itself.
"It might very likely possess all of Rodney's abilities, and perhaps be much stronger than him.
"You all have been trained on Rodney's formations and fighting styles, right? Don't tell me that in just two years, the Combat Division has degenerated to the point it no longer trains to deal with other factions.
"Also, send someone to inform the Council of Elders. Those old fogies should wake up and stretch their muscles once in a while."
Am I the Combat Division's chief or is he?! thought Gresham Winston when he heard Joseph's swift command sound out in his year.
Joseph's orders felt much more natural than his own...
What was more, this was met with an immediate response of cheers and roars of excitement.
Evidently, these were supporters from Joseph's old division and die-hard loyalists. Given Joseph's former reputation, he still had legions of fans after two years.
Is this fellow intending to come out of retirement and usurp my position?!
But Winston pursed his lips and gave out his own orders quickly, assigning everyone to their tasks and proceeded to the usual prewar pep talk.
"Everyone, this is going to be a tough battle, but behind us is Norzin where our families, friends, and everyone we know is. Every single fight, every single swing we make is all to protect them. Falling back just one step could mean losing a smile you care about!
"I know all of you are tired of listening to words like this, but remember!
"If you don't do what you are supposed to do, then such a thing can happen right away! Perhaps you might survive for some reason, but your families and friends don't have the same strength that you possess!"
Winston drew out his sword and pointed at the tentacled moon beast in the distant sky. "That ugly thing over there," he said, "will turn anything you care about into a fleshy pulp with just a single flick!
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