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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
This was the period right after Goddess Sia disappeared from the world, the era marked by the Mother Goddess and Savior’s fight for supremacy. From the details of the letter, it looked like the war between those two supreme beings had been ongoing for some time now.
The letter in Roel’s pocket was a secret tipoff informing him that the third negotiation between the Savior and the Mother Goddess had broken down and that peace was no longer an option. Sitting at the imminent outbreak of war, the Mother Goddess had decided to take the initiative to attack Roel, the representative of the Kingmaker Clan, for having sat on the fence all this while.
To protect Kingmaker Roel, the Angels, another neutral party in the war who were on close terms with the Kingmaker Clan, had prepared an escape route for him. The author of the letter reminded him to maintain the highest level of vigilance before signing off as ‘Archangel Lamia’.
The name ‘Archangel Lamia’ sounded awfully familiar to Roel, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he had read it.
Nothing was more powerful in relaying that war had already begun than the blood stench and rotting carcasses around him. In such a setting, securing the support of the Kingmaker was of utmost importance—and if one was unable to do so, the natural follow-up was to destroy him at any cost.
That put Roel at a loss.
Before he could decide on his next move, a platoon equipped with shining armor suddenly marched into his vicinity. They quickly noticed him and rushed over.
“Sire Roel, you need to come with us right now. The second wave of assault is about to begin!” the platoon commander urged as he warily scanned the sky.
At the same time, his platoon got into a defensive formation around Roel. It was almost as if they were bodyguards escorting a VIP to safety.
Roel noted that the members of this platoon were shrouded in an angelic light. With this in mind, he quickly churned out appropriate questions to better understand what was happening.
“Lamia sent you here? What’s the current situation?
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