Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
The Tangs have returned!
This wasn’t just a rumor but a fact experienced by those residing in Transoxania.
The Black and White Calamity swept through every city and farm like a winter’s storm.
The Anxi Protectorate-General, together with the predecessors of the Anxi army and an endless army of specters, raised the Great Tang’s flag in Transoxania once more.
A question was presented to all countries in Transoxania.
Do you want to live or die?
“That’s why, Your Majesty, we should…”
In East Ushrusana’s capital, before the envoy could finish his report, the king had already taken out an old Great Tang conferment document and his royal seal before rushing out of the city.
“Your Majesty, shouldn’t we discuss this matter with the officials?”
The king’s aides were baffled.
The king was moving faster than they had expected. Even if they wanted to surrender, there was no need to rush into it.
“The fire is already burning up to our ass! What’s there to discuss?” No one had ever seen their plump, ball-like king running so fast before. “Are we going to wait till the Tangs lop off our heads before making a move?”
This was the standard response of most Transoxania nations. They were already accustomed to siding with whoever was stronger anyway.
They had been Great Tang’s vassals when it was at the peak of its power.
When the Persian Empire rose to prominence, they transformed into Persians.
And now that the Tibetans rose to power, they became Tibetan tribes.
They were grasses growing on the fence; they sided with whichever side the wind was stronger. Their ability to perform sliding dogeza was impeccable.
Now that Great Tang had returned, and their high shaman had been killed and turned into a zombie, it was only a natural course of action for them to kneel down and prostrate themselves.
To be fair, they also preferred Great Tang’s rule as compared to the Tibetan Empire’s. The taxes were more reasonable, and they didn’t have to be forced to change their faith.
So, wherever Shu Yichao’s army went, Great Tang’s flags were hoisted u
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