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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
“You’re sure you aren’t pulling my leg?” the king of Little Patola asked in disbelief.
He couldn’t believe that the Tang army would come all the way here, despite all the challenges, just to deal with him.
“It’s true!” His aide gestured for him to listen to the ruckus outside.
Now that the king was paying attention, he could vaguely make out the sounds of horrified screams, the clanging of armor, amd the clashing of weapons. On top of that, the ground was shaking ever so slightly.
It did seem like a huge army was at their doorstep.
“…Follow me to the city walls!”
The king quickly returned to his room to put on his clothes.
Despite having mentally prepared himself along the way, he nearly fainted when he saw the countless terracotta soldiers gathered under the moonlight.
“Just how many soldiers did they bring?!”
The entire area is practically flooded with enemy troops!
“Your Majesty, what should we do? Should we…” the aide asked with a pale face.
He had nearly blurted out the word ‘surrender’, but…
“Oh?”
A graceful figure stepped onto the city walls. Weryomahners looked at the terrifying army gathered outside the city with a faint smile. “What a frightening line up. The Tang necromancer sure knows how to intimidate his enemy, sending so many puppets at once.”
Weryomahner’s arrival brought relief and courage to the king. Feeling much calmer than before, he asked, “Holy envoy, what are those things?”
“It’s a type of combat puppet. Nothing special,” Weryomahners placidly replied. “They must be pathetically weak if the enemy mage is simultaneously controlling so many of them. That being said, even ants can pose a threat in huge numbers.”
Weryomahners then turned to the king and asked with an enigmatic smile, “So, what do you intend to do?”
This…
The king of Little Patola felt a chill run down his spine. He understood that if he gave the wrong answer here, he would lose his life, and the entire ciy would fall under the control of the Tibetan garrison troops!
“Rest assured, holy envoy!” He pointed to the sky and vowed, “
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