Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
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
What will you do if you realize you don’t have long to live?
This had been a common question in many psychological tests in Roel’s previous life, but he thought that it was a meaningless exercise. It was impossible to give a meaningful answer to such a question without feeling death encroaching.
Humans tended to only realize what they cherished the most when their time was limited.
Antonio had his answer to this question—Astrid. He wanted to put on his best look for Astrid while preparing for the upcoming decisive battle with her.
As for Roel, his decision was to spend some time with the unconscious Alicia.
So, he stepped out of the room and found himself standing in an illuminated corridor. For a brief moment, he hesitated before heading left or right, but he quickly noticed Alicia’s mana from the left.
“I’ll take you there. This place can get a little confusing,” Antonio said.
“Thank you.” Roel nodded and followed Antonio.
As Roel made his way through the barrack, he noticed that all of the soldiers were rushing to and fro, with noises to be heard everywhere. Many injured personnel were being carried into rooms similar to the one Roel was previously resting in to undergo emergency treatment.
“Those are…” Roel eyed the faint black aura on the injured soldiers’ bodies with narrowed eyes.
“Those are the soldiers who were ambushed by the Fallens while trying to rescue the scouts. They were caught unprepared, or else we would have had more survivors…”
“How’s their mental state? Are they severely affected?”
“Fortunately, these Fallens are different from the monsters who attacked Brolne four hundred years ago. They are powerful, but our soldiers won’t immediately descend into madness upon coming into contact with them. Even so, they were still inflicted with traces of the Savior’s mana,” Antonio explained.
“I see.” Roel nodded.
In a Witness State depicting Brolne’s tragedy four hundred years ago, Roel had encountered black-robed figures and black-armored soldiers.
Though these monsters were nowhere near a
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