Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 263: You Betrayed Me
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.1: Clearwater Mountain - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 246.2: Prosperity, Report to My Room Tonight… (2)
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 927: Hell in Immortal Pharma
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 36: Killing the Caesar
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 262: One Will Suffice
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 750- Heaven on the left, hell on the right
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 893 - Hephaestus's Flame
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 749- One step board
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 772: Major Victory
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 201 - Strange Flower; Fire God's Key
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.02 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 071: Kong Xuan’s Disappointment
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 159: Ones Pursuing Fairness
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 261: I Am Fang Xiaotu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 411: Resolving Grudges on the Spot
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3723: Curse and Blessing
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 246.1: Prosperity, Report to My Room Tonight… (1)
In the command center of Tark Stronghold, a golden-haired man stared at a prairie outside the window. Behind him were a group of men and women dressed in the saintly white robes of the Genesis Goddess Church. There was not a sound to be heard within the room despite the crowd gathered inside.
The only evidence that time hadn’t fallen still was the roaring night gale outside.
From the towering fortress, it looked as if Tark Prairie was submerged in a sea of murky darkness filled with treacherous enemies. It reflected what Prince Kane was feeling at this very instant.
Perhaps due to sensing the discomposure coming from the command center, the guards patrolling around the stronghold had intentionally lightened their footsteps, but the absence of sound only worsened the moods of the present bishops.
“Where is Nora?”
“… She’s in the Arcane Ice Lake, Prince Kane.”
“…”
The Chief of Rites, Bishop Kathleen, carefully answered Prince Kane’s question.
As one of the top leaders of the church, Kathleen had never had to tread warily around anyone before. She was respected no matter where she went, and her words were taken as edicts. Yet, this competent woman was speaking in a carefully controlled tone.
It couldn’t be helped since she knew why Prince Kane was in such a terrible mood.
A month ago, as a side effect from her overly swift bloodline awakening, the princess of the Saint Mesit Theocracy, Nora, showed signs of Seraphication and ended up losing control. That incident took the entire church by shock.
Holy Eminence John immediately ordered a lockdown on the news before dispatching many experts from the Rites Department to accompany Nora to the Tark Stronghold for treatment.
Back when they first received the edict, the bishops of the Rites Department heaved a huge sigh of relief. It had been a while since they had to deal with any cases of Seraphication, so Nora’s situation had completely caught them off guard. They felt that it would be easier for them to treat Nora once she moved to Tark Stronghold.
Seraphication could be
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