Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
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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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