Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Roel Ascart was cornered.
He had run out of mana, and his soul was so severely wounded that he was struggling to stay conscious. He didn’t even have the strength to put up a fight against the strongest one of the Six Calamities anymore.
However, he had accomplished his mission.
After a night of flying at his full speed, he had left the geographical boundary of the Saint Mesit Theocracy to arrive in the heart of the eastern mountainous forests. Not even Shrouding Fog would turn back and go after Ascart City anymore after coming this far.
Alicia, Kayde, and the people whom he cared about were finally safe.
With that knowledge, Roel could finally proceed to the final step of his plan without any worries.
While he occasionally took risky gambles, he would never design a plan that concluded with his own death. It was the same this time around too. He calmly inspected the crystal containing a bluish-gold ring in his hand.
This was the item Ro Ascart had left behind for him. The other party claimed that it was a family heirloom of their Ascart House, as well as a key into the Witness State.
Roel didn’t know what kind of Witness State awaited him on the other side—and there was a chance that he could land himself in an even worse situation—but he had no other choice here. The only outcome of staying here was to become fodder for Shrouding Fog, whereas this risk at least brought him a glimmer of hope.
This was a gamble he had to take.
His strong desire hardened his gaze, and he decisively wrapped his hand around the crystal and crushed it.
Kak!
The bluish-golden ring fell out of the crystal and came into contact with Roel’s skin. In response, his bloodline began resonating intensely with the ring.
The ancient monster backed off in fright.
Roel was perplexed by Shrouding Fog’s response, but there was no time for him to think further into it. The intense mana pulsations were practically drowning his consciousness.
So, this is the Witness State that my ancestors have passed down from generation to generation? What could this p
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