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
When Wilhelmina fell into Roel’s arms, he received the final sliver of mana she had left through her tattered armor. It was an insignificant portion that wouldn’t have made a difference against the Race Sovereigns they were up against, but he instinctively knew what he had to do with it.
No matter how adverse the circumstances were, he mustn’t give up as long as there was the slightest chance of survival. That was the creed he had always lived by, not to mention that he wasn’t alone now.
To him, Wilhelmina was someone who absolutely mustn’t die. Just seeing her near-death state filled him with so much pain that he could hardly breathe. At that instant, there was only one way he could think of that might allow them to survive this situation.
Shrouding Fog’s Silver Devourer.
Shrouding Fog was the most notorious calamity known to humankind in the present era, being the culprit behind Tark Stronghold’s disappearance. Its capability involved devouring space, though there was still no known conclusion as to whether the living beings it had devoured were still alive or not.
Such abilities involving erasing one’s existence had two possibilities—it could be obliteration in the truest sense, or else it could be transference. Roel had no information to deduce which of the two possibilities it was for Shrouding Fog, but he could only gamble on it, since the alternative was to be killed.
The Race Sovereigns were far more resilient than humans. Roel wouldn’t be able to pose a threat to them even if he used the sliver of mana he had left on channeling his Crown’s Stones to attack them. However, it was at least enough to deal with two dying humans.
As the white fog opened its mouth and devoured them, Roel tightened his embrace around Wilhelmina. At that very moment, the only emotion he felt was solace.
He knew that he had already employed all of the means he had available to survive the ordeal. All he could do now was to entrust whatever was left to fate. Regardless of whether it was life or death, he would brave through i
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