Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
There was a glow of light above the towering wall of Saint Freya Academy before the body of a young man suddenly materialized and fell to the ground.
“Cough!”
Roel violently coughed out blood upon hitting the ground. He was already on the verge of death with the severe injuries he had sustained and the stress resulting from the teleportation, but the thought of Lilian made him grit his teeth and hold on to his consciousness.
He wasn’t about to give up here. He came here not to despair but to seek hope.
A cold night wind blew from the corner of the academy’s walls. His surroundings looked dark and deserted, but the moment he entered the barrier, he could sense her looking over.
Without any hesitation, he pulled out Ascendwing and plunged it toward his heart. But before the blade could even land, an iridescent glow suddenly emerged and blocked the blade.
“What are you doing?!”
His seemingly reckless action was immediately met with an infuriated feminine voice.
Looking at the ancestor whom he forced to appear by threatening suicide, Roel knew that he had to convince Astrid to save Lilian in the fastest time possible.
But before he could do so, he had to first understand why she had chosen to turn a blind eye to their plight.
Their fight with Priestley had occurred not too far away from Saint Freya Academy. Such a distance could be easily covered by a top-notch expert who had already lived for centuries within moments. This hinted that there was a more compelling reason that forced her to turn a blind eye to their plight.
“Why didn’t you make a move?”
Roel stared at the woman before him with his sharp golden eyes. Blood was still flowing profusely from his body, swiftly forming a puddle that stained Astrid’s boots.
Astrid couldn’t bear to see such a look on Roel’s face. She contemplated for a moment before revealing the truth with a bitter voice.
“Child, I’m sorry for your older sister. Due to certain reasons, I can only make a move once. I won’t stand a chance against Priestley out there; I have to face him in the academy.”
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