Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 922- female face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 104: Limit
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 921- Professor He who isn't human
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 988 - Flame God Set
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 841: Giving Up
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 233 - Step Back, Or You'll Get Caught In The Crossfire
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 112: The Purpose of the United Rule Meet
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 47: Can You Share Some Of The Good Stuff?
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 975: Special Nightmares
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 490.2: The Two Brilliant Women - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 136: Destroying the Soldiers in Ambush
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 920- Job
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 919.5- Taste (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 829.5- For victory (2)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 103: Key
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 987 - Astonishing Wealth
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 840: Discovered
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 232 - Level 58 World Rank Boss; Earth Evil Centipede!
In an underground wine cellar suffused with the rich scent of alcohol, Roel stared at the wine barrel before him in disbelief. He was stunned for a brief moment before he quickly cast a spell to illuminate the surroundings.
Light suddenly filled the room, making him squint in discomfort for a brief moment. The words inscribed on the wine barrel appeared even more vividly under the light, verifying that what he had seen wasn’t just a product of his imagination.
He immediately shot to his feet.
After a few moments of thought, his shock was slowly replaced with solemnity. He headed deeper into the wine cellar to check on the other oak barrels—they had different vintages, but the place they were brewed was the same.
<Product of Tark Stronghold>
“…”
Roel fell silent.
The first wine barrel might have just been a coincidence, but the fact that the other wine barrels were made in the same place cemented the reality for him. He was left with no choice but to acknowledge a shocking fact.
He was in Tark Stronghold, the Theocracy’s fortress housing over a hundred thousand elites and many high transcendents that had suddenly disappeared years ago.
Roel’s first reaction at having found the missing fortress was not delight but fright, for he knew the context behind its sudden disappearance.
Shrouding Fog was the most powerful member of the Six Calamities that Roel had encountered thus far. It was a monster that he wouldn’t want to confront even now that he had reached Origin Level 2.
Yet, it couldn’t be clearer that he was currently inside its domain.
Damn, I was transported straight into its belly? Roel was rendered speechless.
Even though the Six Calamities were lacking in intelligence, it would be foolish optimism to assume that Shrouding Fog wouldn’t notice their presence in its domain.
Most likely, they had been able to elude Shrouding Fog’s notice thus far because he had only activated Silver Devourer for a few short seconds, and his and Wilhelmina’s conditions were too poor to catch its notice.
The two of th
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