Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1091- Series of information
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 907: Preserved Pill
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.2: Plot to Kill - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 201: Priest
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 279: No One Is Innocent
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1090- Outer space
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1089- Rushed Gunner
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 906: Breaking the Realm (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 905: Breaking the Realm (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.1: Plot to Kill - Part 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3810: Little Grass’s Strength
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 200: Flood
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 278: Wait
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1088- Familiar people
Tark Stronghold was a mega stronghold the Saint Mesit Theocracy spent centuries constructing. It was a behemoth even on the eastern border, which had no lack of huge fortresses.
Anyone with common sense would know that a fortress with over a hundred thousand frontline soldiers would require a huge logistics team to handle the supplies. In the Sia Continent, the usual ratio of frontline soldiers to logistical soldiers numbered 1:1, meaning that Tark Stronghold could actually house two hundred thousand people.
A fortress that could house over two hundred thousand soldiers had to be humongous.
If Roel had wandered aimlessly in the underground bunkers, it could easily take days before he finally got out. Thus, he made sure to cast an illumination spell and confirm the directions before heading off with Wilhelmina.
He didn’t bother invoking the Nine-headed Serpent Staff this time, as he knew there weren’t any traps around, at least in the underground bunker.
The better Roel and Wilhelmina’s conditions were, the greater the likelihood of their catching Shrouding Fog’s attention. Knowing that time was not on their side, the two of them made haste and quickly found the path to the surface.
The two of them halted their footsteps at the bottom of a flight of stone stairs to take a brief rest.
Roel whipped out his Nine-headed Serpent Staff, the ultimate self-regenerating meat shield, whereas Wilhelmina held her sword on standby, ready to deal with any threat in their way.
The two of them scaled the stairs and found that the door leading to the surface wasn’t locked. Roel stepped forward and carefully pushed the door open.
The two of them stared intently at the expanding door crack with tense hearts, hoping that they might find hints of human activities behind the door.
Their expectations fell flat.
The world behind the door was pitch-black and silent. Other than the creaking door, there was not a sound to be heard. Roel and Wilhelmina exchanged glances before marching forward.
Soon, the two of them arrived at an i
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