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)
Silence reigned within the forest.
All the elves had surprisingly unanimous expressions as they stood dumbfounded, their dull eyes staring blankly at the unbelievable, fantasy-esque scene that unfolded before them.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Only these three profound philosophical questions lingered in their minds, as everything that made sense had seemingly crumbled in an instant.
The two humongous Destructive-rank beasts had turned into helpless little kittens and were crawling about meekly.
The ravaging blaze that devoured the forest and everything in its path had also instantly vanished.
Most freakish was the transformation of dead trees and scorched earth back into the initial lush and fertile environment. It was as if someone had removed a canvas of ruins over the initial appearance of the landscape; the past was all an illusion and the present was actual reality.
They were now doubting their entire elven lives, for their perception of everything seemed to have been thrown out the window.
However, this couldn't possibly be an illusion because the injuries they sustained as well as the Elder Sign marking their clothes were still present.
After a brief moment of silence, a chaotic commotion followed.
“What… what happened?"
"Is it Lady Silver's arrival?"
"It's a miracle!"
"Hahahahaha, eternal glory to the Iris!"
"Hahahah...."
“Did-did you all hear… hear something just now?”
"Hear what?"
“Yes! Yes! I think there was a hard-to-describe sound coming from the direction of the High Priestess. It was… muffled and unclear. It sounded like someone speaking or maybe it was the overlapping of many voices. I get a splitting headache whenever I attempt to make out the message but I just could not resist trying to…”
“That magnitude of strength is unnerving. Could it be the work of a Supreme-rank?”
“No, I’m afraid it’s beyond that…”
Scattered conversations like these broke out within the ranks of the elves.
The alarmed elders at the altar came out to survey the surroundings in bewilderment, wondering to themselves if they had been drea
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