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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
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
Spatial spells had always been one of the research goals of the Sia Continent’s magicians, but there had been little progress on that front despite generations of effort over many centuries.
It was not due to a lack of talent, but because the spatial laws of the Sia Continent were unshakeable. Those who attempted to challenge them often landed themselves in pitiful states. That was also why Wilhelmina was horrified when she heard Roel’s words.
“Wait a moment, Roel. Are you really going to do that?”
“That’s the only thing we can do now.”
“But… that’s too dangerous! There’s no evidence that’ll work at all!”
“…”
Roel didn’t answer Wilhelmina’s concerns, but his determination didn’t waver in the least.
He had no evidence to prove his theory, but as someone whose soul had once contained the Six Calamities, as well as an inheritor of the Crown’s Stones, his intuition was telling him that the space here was not one-dimensional but layered, and this world of stopped time was only the first layer.
He could vaguely sense something hidden in a deeper spatial fold, and he suspected that it was Tark Stronghold’s missing personnel. Slowly, he clenched his fists as he hardened his will.
Meanwhile, Wilhelmina continued to rack her brain for an alternative solution.
“Roel, are you aware that I’m able to morph into a dragon through my bloodline?”
“Yes; you did that during our final battle in the Challenger Cup.”
“What if I morph into a dragon as soon as we leave this place and escape by air? How feasible do you think that strategy is?”
“It’ll work if we are up against normal deviant soldiers, but one of their Race Sovereigns is capable of flight.”
“But we will have reinforcements coming in too. As long as our Origin Level 1 transcendents manage to stall it, we should have a decent chance at escaping.”
“…”
Roel spent a moment to ponder the feasibility of Wilhelmina’s plan before eventually shaking his head, saying, “There’s still the Deviant Sovereign. We can’t turn a blind eye to his existence. He won’t allow us to l
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