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
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 310: List
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 232: Memory
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1146- Hatching
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1145- End
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 4
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 606: Someone Comprehending the Sword
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 231: Moonlight
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 309: Different Zones
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1144- Second form
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 933: Stone Chamber
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1143- Disappearing corpses
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 605: Different
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 308: Map
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 230: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1142- Frost Monster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 931: Betrayer of the Dao
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 932: Transcendence
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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