Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
“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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