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!
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
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The Ascart Fiefdom’s reserve army was thinner than usual.
The Ascarts had fully backed the Xeclydes in the internal war against the Elrics. In particular, Carter and his personal guards had achieved the most spectacular result, swiftly taking down key fortresses and cornering the Elrics. It was just that outstanding military contributions were often accompanied by heavy casualties.
And less than half a year after the internal war concluded, humankind’s united army was abruptly formed. That was hardly enough time for the Ascarts to recuperate from its losses, but as the de facto second-in-charge in the Theocracy, they still dispatched a sizable number of troops to the frontlines.
These two consecutive setbacks had left the Ascart Fiefdom with barely enough soldiers to hold its own against invaders, but Roel wasn’t too bothered by it. He didn’t know what danger Artasia was warning him about, but it was unlikely for it to be an invasion.
As long as it wasn’t an invasion, the reserve army was unlikely to be of much use.
Roel was leaning toward the possibility of an assault by high transcendents. If his deduction was on the mark, a small group of elites would be much more useful in dealing with the threat instead. Coincidentally, he happened to have the right force for that—the heretic army.
The heretic army might be few in number, but their average strength was impressive and they were absolutely loyal to him. In particular, Cynthia, Rodney, and Woode were able to match Origin Level 2 transcendents with the blessings of the ancient gods.
In the study room, Roel ordered his three capable aides to uphold order in Ascart City and apprehend anyone who looked suspicious. His three aides, however, couldn’t understand the rationale behind his orders.
“Milord, does this mean that suspicious personnel has slipped into the city?”
“…No, they might not be in the city yet.”
“Ah?”
Roel looked out of the window and sighed softly.
He was not the same person he used to be. If transcendents of the Sia Continent were divided into tiers
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