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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 202 - Prerequisite Mission Of The True Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.03 - Northern District's Mist
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
In this era of geographical immobility, it was common for people to harbor special feelings for their homeland. Their patriotism drove them to associate positive traits with their homeland that they could be proud of.
In the Ascart Fiefdom’s case, its greatest positive trait was its stability.
Even during tumultuous times over the past thousand years, it remained steadfast as if an infallible safehouse.
But today, this notion was shattered by the enemies descending from the sky.
From the city walls, Roel Ascart stared at the sky with a grim expression.
He had already guessed that the enemies commanded an army similar to the Treant High Priest’s flame spirits, or else they would struggle to take down a major human city. The wriggling black cloud above affirmed his guess.
Death Crows had no voices of their own; their calls were the pained screams of the last soul they had devoured. Their calls were tinged with a peculiar mana resonance that disturbed the mental state, leaving anyone who heard them prone to an emotional breakdown or even insanity.
Collectively, the humongous flock of Death Crows created such a dissonant orchestra that it made the world a living hellscape. Had it not been for the fortress barrier around Ascart City, the soldiers might have already suffered a mental breakdown.
Roel clenched his fists, relieved by the thorough preparations he had made over the last few days. Had he not activated the fortress barrier in advance, just the voices of those monsters would have been a catastrophe for Ascart City.
The Ascart Fiefdom had claimed the upper hand in the first clash, but Roel didn’t relish this short-term victory. He knew that things had barely gotten started.
The Death Crows in the sky were more than just their cries. Their meters-long bodies harnessed strength comparable to weaker transcendents, and their sheer number promised devastating damage once they began their assault.
Most importantly of all, they were just the supporting cast for tonight’s battle.
Shortly after the Death Crows emerged, a
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