Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
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
At this moment of inner conflict, an unexpected individual suddenly appeared in Duke Brookley’s tent.
“That’s quite a predicament you’re in. It looks like I’ve made a timely arrival.”
“Ancestor! What brings you here?”
“Calm down. There is some business I need to attend to, so you can leave the rest to me.”
While Duke Brookley was wavering between his options, an old man who was revered by the masses as the Military God appeared in the Sezes’ base camp without any warning. It was a humble arrival devoid of any fanfare, but it induced a huge stir amongst the soldiers.
The Sezes’ soldiers roared in delight upon hearing the news, as if victory was already in their grasp.
However, in the midst of this joyous atmosphere, Layton Seze showed no reminiscence or fondness for the battlefield at all. He nonchalantly listened to Duke Brookley’s war report before gazing contemplatively at the jungle Roel and the others were camping in.
A long time later, he breathed out a sigh.
“… This day has finally come, Ro.”
After muttering some ambiguous words, Layton closed his eyes and quietly waited for nightfall.
…
“Lord Brother, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s docile.”
“…”
In the jungle, Alicia sat on top of the Emperor of Calamity and stroked its back as she spoke to Roel, who was standing on a massive tree branch just below her. Her words were relaxed and casual, but Roel found it hard to concur with her judgment.
He could have accepted the labeling of any of the other beasts as docile, just not the Emperor of Calamity. But as long as the Emperor of Calamity was able to help them in the upcoming battle, he couldn’t care less whether it was docile or not.
And the Emperor of Calamity was indeed able to pull its weight.
Roel looked at the demonic beasts loitering around the jungle with a ferocious glint in their eyes, and he nodded in awe. Alicia leaped down from the Emperor of Calamity’s back and landed beside him.
“How is it, Lord Brother? They’re obedient, aren’t they?”
“You did well. I didn’t think that it would be possible t
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