Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 535: A Hair's Breadth Away
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 276.1: The Domesticated Eternal Night Queen (1)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 185: Have You Rode Enough?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1009- Sand soldier muscial box
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 152: Flaw
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 233: Father
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1008- Ye Zhongming bargaining
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 873: Remote Antiquity
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.1 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 273 - Archaic Earth Dragon: Weakened Boss
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 534: Drawing Saber
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 184: Bondage Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1007- Enormous City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 151: Local Topography Centre
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 232: Trade
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 180 - Dekan's Grudge
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1006- Saint City
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 872: Finger
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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