Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
It was no easy feat to keep track of the kill counts when there were multiple parties simultaneously bombarding the enemy with devastating spells, not to mention that not all kills were equal.
How could one say if a person who defeated a platoon of Origin Level 4s had contributed more than someone who defeated an Origin Level 3?
In view of that, the greatest contributor of a battle was usually determined to be the one who took down the enemy general instead of the one with the highest kill count.
And that explained why Francis felt goosebumps all over his body.
He had no idea what was going on with those women, but he could sense their predatory eyes on him. He knew he had to fight back with everything he had if he wished to survive this ordeal.
Loud cracking sounds echoed from his bones.
Francis had steeled his resolve to fracture 30% of his bones as a tribute to borrow his god’s powers. The ritual resulted in a deterioration of his physical condition, but his confident smirk showed that everything was in his grasp.
The highest divinity of the Saints Convocation, the Mother Goddess, possessed powers far surpassing that of ordinary gods. Over the past few centuries, the disciples had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the Mother Goddess’ glorious power.
However, an existence as lofty as the Mother Goddess would never answer a prayer, even if the other party was an executive. Catching the Mother Goddess’ eye was the greatest honor a disciple could hope for.
The executives of the Saints Convocation were painfully aware of this issue, and it was a sore spot for them. It placed them at a disadvantage against other powers, as the absence of their god’s support spelled a gap in their top-tier power.
Of course, the Saints Convocation had their God’s Envoys too, who were both sentient and intelligent. The only problem was that they were in the habit of indiscriminately killing anyone who dared stand before them, making it impossible to garner their help.
This woe had burdened the Saints Convocation for many years, and it
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