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 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
The war drums were thunderous. The gates to the fortress in Cold Blood pass were wide open. The army was mobilised.
The dark clouds of war amassed in the sky like a monster brandishing its claws and teeth, lunging towards Black Cloud city in the distance.
Due to the existence of arcane treasures like sumeru rings, the army basically did not have to worry about logistics. The strange part of all this were the several tens of thousand cages that the demonic beasts dragged towards the frontlines.
At the boundary between the Demon domain and the Human realm, the soldiers dragged out the prisoners one by one, burying them up to their necks such that only their heads remained exposed.
There were all sorts of prisoners, male and female, old and young. Some sobbed away painfully, some cursed away loudly, and others remained silent. However, none of them begged for mercy. There was no such thing as sympathy in the Demon domain.
They were buried up to their necks as the army progressed, basically like planting trees, leaving behind a path of howls.
The territory of the Demon domain burst through the boundary. From above, it was like a huge arrow, plunging towards Black Cloud city.
These prisoners were all “criminals” of the Demon domain. They had either ended up there due to conspiracies, or it was because they were cowardly and useless, or perhaps they were just sacrifices for the war. However, all of them were labelled with a common name—good people.
As the demonic earth penetrated the Human realm, just being buried alive was no longer enough.
The shamans began to construct altars, leading the prisoners on there and torturing them to death under the watch of the soldiers.
Howls rose and fell, like they were tearing through the sky.
The shamans were skillful, making the prisoners experience the greatest amount of pain without killing them too quickly. The torture would often last for several days and nights and could only be completed with the assistance of a few apprentices.
The most brilliant shamans used different machinery and tech
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