Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 900 - Times Have Changed
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 761- Scheme
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 777: Freedom
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.09 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 074: Hetu’s Misfortune
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 164: Battlefield Test Version
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 43: The Han Revolution
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 416: Carrying a Saber Up The Mountain
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.2: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (2)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 002: The Careless Luo Li
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 42: Mandarin!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 760- Job Merge Scroll
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 198: Sharing a Drink (2)
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 899 - Astonishing Zero Wing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 759- Swift victory
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.08 - Northern District's Haze
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 163: Battle Supplies
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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