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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
Roel Ascart had battled for his entire life. He had always fearlessly stood his ground no matter how powerful his foe was, and it was through his strength and wits that he had overcome trial after trial. His battle records would have awed even the proudest combat maniac.
But this time, against the adversary known as the Mother Goddess, he unhesitatingly chose to lie flat.
I mean, what am I supposed to do against an opponent that's way out of my league?
Fighting the Mother Goddess was a one-way ticket to hell. The earth-shattering attack She had inflicted on the Archangel Sanctuary earlier showed that.
By no means were the thousands of angelic silhouettes floating inside the Archangel Sanctuary just ornaments on display. Even the weakest of them was at Origin Level 3, making them a terrifying army of high transcendents. Yet, the Mother Goddess squashed them like bugs.
Even now, Roel could still vividly remember the sounds of those angelic silhouettes popping one after another… and that was probably nothing more than a casual attack from Her. She hadn’t even spared a glance at the sky ever since appearing before him!
Nope. Definitely nope. No way in hell am I going to fight an opponent like that.
That was how Roel came to his decision. Surprisingly, his decision to submit saved him from imprisonment.
“…There’s no need to imprison him. Bring him to My chamber.”
The astonishment of the nearby high elves was almost tangible when the Mother Goddess said those words, and Roel understood where they were coming from. Those words signaled a huge change in Roel’s identity.
Someone who was imprisoned was a prisoner. Even the respected Kingmaker would have to be subjected to cuffs or restraint spells when being held as a prisoner.
It was a different story if he was to be brought to the Mother Goddess’ chamber instead, for that meant that he wasn't a prisoner but a guest, albeit one with his freedom restricted. Still, it entitled him to much better treatment.
Upon hearing the order, the high elves humbly put away their glimmeri
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