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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 924: Predicament
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1129- Two reports
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3815: Finding Reinforcements
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 24: Version a.02 Update! Death Penalty!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 595: Uncle and Nephew (7)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
In an atmosphere so heavy that it could freeze one’s blood, many figures suddenly strode out of the shadows. They wore saintly white robes that looked immaculate under the moonlight, and their haughtiness was fully expressed through their postures.
At this critical moment, they made an appearance.
The Saints Convocation.
Roel was flabbergasted by the sudden entrance of these evil cultists. The four women who were ready to unleash horrors upon one another also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Before everyone’s eyes, Executive Francis stepped out from the group of white-robed disciples with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He first shot a sweeping look at the crowd before nodding matter-of-factly. He made no attempt to conceal the scorn in his eyes, as if he was looking at a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.
Lost lambs who fail to see the Mother Goddess’ greatness, confused they must be.
Francis thought that their abrupt assault was beautiful and graceful, reminiscent of an artwork. He had chosen to strike on the day of the Blessing Festival so as to catch the enemy off-guard, and it looked like he had succeeded.
He had carefully assessed the situation before joining the fray.
For some reason, Aurora Capital Ols was oddly chaotic today. There were several battles going on not too far away, and judging from the natures of their mana, it seemed to be a clash between the church and heretics. However, there were also traces of the Sorofya’s Gemstone Magic and Austine soldiers mixed amongst them too.
He had no idea what was going on, but he knew right away that the ideal opportunity had fallen into his lap.
A clash between religions and soldiers of hostile countries—this was an irreconcilable conflict. Once the battle had started, it wouldn’t stop until one side was completely eradicated. There was no better news to Francis than this.
Opportunities always knock from the most mysterious of places.
He had to concede that the blasphemous sinner was truly a sly one. The latter had used some kind of means that block
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