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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 1: Let’s Just Toss A Guy In
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 192: Black-cloaked Man
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 687.5- Sky Star Beetle part 2
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 858 - Dark Primordial Tribe
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 687- Sky Star Beetle part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 747: Return
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 135: Financial Expansion Route
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 056: Ji Dihong, You Lost!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3703: Refining High Grade Godking Pills
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 191: Returning
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 384: Before Returning to One's Hometown
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 230: The Heart of the Eternal Night Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 06 Chapter 064.2: Chen Heng Already Started a Killing Spree! Part 2
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 918: Discovery
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 190: Century Scarlet Fruit
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 686- I am not responsible
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 685- The chase
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 857 - New Twelve Wings of Heaven
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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