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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 291: Choices
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 370: Gao Ming's New Death Portrait?
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3851: Destroying the Formation with the Energy-devouring Furnace
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 44.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1261- Third party lifeform
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 982: Pernicious Plot
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1260- Big problem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1258- Rat Army outline
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 655: The Heaven Is Going to Change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1259- Proof
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 981: Red Leaf Alliance (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 355 - A Small Favor; A New Deal
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 654: Going Out to Sea
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 290: Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 369: Convergence
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3850: Spiritual Fruit of Sword Nurturing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1257- Try and you will know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 980: Red Leaf Alliance (1)
Just like the other Path of the Flaming Sword founding members, Haniel wasn’t a real angel. This name was in all essence just a meaningless code name.
However, unlike the other members, Haniel did not have a real name. Therefore, when Michael suggested Haniel as her code name, she thought that it wasn’t bad and accepted it gladly and just simply used it as her name.
For most transcendent beings, a ‘real name’ possessed far more meaning, even possibly carving their destiny. Thus, most wouldn’t accept a word of unknown origins to be used as their name.
However, for Haniel, words expressed in the common language of the continent could not affect her at all, so it did not matter. After all, she belonged to a somewhat special race.
"From what I’m sensing, the faint last remnants of that aura is here…" Haniel floated in midair and tilted her head up slightly as her rust green eyes that seemed muddled with chaos stared blankly ahead.
She extended her only arm and closed her fist as if grabbing something. At this moment, the space around her compressed like paper being crumpled and formed a series of nodes filled with information.
Rays of light shot out and met her glabella, displaying the image that matched the faint trace of that aura.
A young black-haired man stopped in his tracks, looking out of place amidst the crowd that was moving forward as he started to speak with a weak transcendent being that had the mark of the Path of the Flaming Sword. At some point, he opened a dream fissure and pulled out a book.
A faint cry for help from one of Haniel’s kind also seeped out from the dream realm at the same time, but it only lasted for an instant before it ceased as the fissure closed.
Pop!
Haniel clenched her fist and crushed the first node from the past, frowning as she watched the spots of light disappear.
"A dream fissure… He actually opened it so easily? Also, his strength… It seems shrouded by some sort of fog making it impossible for me to sense. But this shouldn’t be a problem for me. I just have to go ba
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