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!
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
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
The night swiftly passed.
By the time the morning sun was upon them, a disturbance broke out in the Ascarts’ base camp inside the jungle. Cynthia and the others had arrived with the reinforcement army as promised, but to their bafflement, there was an absence of nervousness in the base camp, as one would have expected when faced against a powerful enemy.
Instead, there was an air of liberation floating around the base camp. The Ascart soldiers also appeared gladdened and relieved, as if they had just survived an ordeal.
After a quick asking around, Cynthia and the others finally understood what had transpired in their absence. They finally realized how the massive fissure in the middle of the plain and the ravaged state of the jungle came about.
Even the traces of the battle looked as terrifying as a natural calamity.
While Cynthia and the others were alarmed by the overwhelming prowess wielded by Layton, they also felt deep respect to Roel for being able to stop an Origin Level 1 transcendent. They subconsciously directed respectful gazes toward the commander tent, where Roel was resting.
Inside the tent, Roel had spent the entire night without sleep. His mind was occupied with the conversation he had with Layton after a devastating battle. On his table sat an opened antique box, where a transparent crystal sat within.
This was the object that Layton had personally guarded over the years, the item said to concern the future of the Ascarts.
The crystal had a delicate ring sealed within it. It was weaved in blue and gold and gleamed mesmerizingly. The ring design was a divergence from all of the fashion trends Roel was aware of, and he couldn’t identify the material that was used for the ring either.
Layton didn’t know the specific details regarding the ring either, but he had heard Ro’s evaluation of it.
“I recall Ro telling me that this item was passed down the awakeners of the Ascart House from generation to generation.”
“I see…”
Roel nodded contemplatively in response.
There had only been three other awakeners i
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