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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
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?
“Long live the Pope!”
“May our Lord bless us!”
The troops stationed in the Eternal City cheered aloud when the Pope appeared on the city walls. With their morale at an unprecedented low after suffering consecutive defeats, having the Pope personally supervise the battle restored some confidence among the soldiers.
That being said, the situation was still horrible.
The Crusade claimed to have an army of 200,000, but many had deserted their posts out of fear after hearing about Shu Yichao’s feats. Right now, no one knew for sure how many soldiers they had left.
Furthermore, they had bunked up in many directions.
To put it positively, they were going on the defensive. To put it bluntly, they were planning to flee at the slightest sway of a blade of grass.
The only troops that Charlemagne could truly mobilize were the 100,000 soldiers stationed outside the city. Most of these 100,000 soldiers could be truly called warriors, but even so, their hearts were plagued with unease, their bodies trembled, and their eyes shifted in fear.
The Scourge of God was too terrifying!
Two weeks ago, they were still drinking themselves silly in their tents and clamoring about when the Crusade was setting off to plunder the wealthy Balkans and Asia. They were looking forward to ‘cleansing’ the people there—they had long heard about how the villagers there were prettier than their Italian women.
Who could have thought that Shu Yichao would knock on their doors in such a short time?
An army of 200,000 vanished just like that. Countless kings and nobles were slain.
My Lord! Is this the end of the world?!
The fact that they didn’t immediately crumble in the face of the blood twin-headed eagle flag was already a sign of their devotion.
“Another bunch of trash.” Charlemagne coldly eyed them. “But the Lord’s encouragement will soon draw out their inner courage.”
Clergymen soon brought holy meals and holy water out to bless the warriors, but of course, only the most elite soldiers had the right to enjoy them.
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“Hm?” Shu Yichao looked at the map
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