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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
“What’s that sound?!”
Gopala tossed aside the wine cup in her hands in displeasure.
Today was the day for them to move their barracks, but an esteemed ruler like her wouldn’t move together with her lowly soldiers. Instead, she had been merrymaking with her aides in her luxurious tent.
It was only when loud noises and shouts echoed outside that she blew her top.
“Tell those lowly things to quieten down! This is a barracks, not an entertainment district! Execute anyone who refuses to listen!” she ordered her aides.
She picked up her wine cup and gestured for the maid to refill it. “How irritating. I was just getting in the mood, but now it’s all ruined.”
Moments later, one of her aides rushed into the tent in a fluster and fumbled up until he was kneeling before Gopala. His teeth were clattering. “Y-Your Majesty, the h-heavenly…”
“What is it?”
Gopala’s smile vanished, sensing that something was amiss. Her aide struggled to get his words out, so she hurriedly stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked at the sight before her.
It was the most terrifying sight she had ever seen.
A young man was rampaging in her barracks, spreading death.
A pitch-black sandstorm and lightning raged in his hands, unleashing devastation upon the masses. Livestock was burned to a crisp. Tents were ignited like campfires.
The young man was accompanied by heavenly soldiers dressed similarly. Each wave of their metal whip reduced dozens of living humans to heaps of meat. Flames and explosions engulfed the Sindhi barracks.
Sindhi soldiers, slaves, steeds, and livestock fled anxiously, trampling on one another.
“Am I… drunk?” Gopala stared in disbelief.
This terrifying massacre had happened so abruptly that she thought she was hallucinating due to the alcohol. Her aides and maids, who had rushed out after her, stood behind her with dazed expressions, not moving in the least.
Padam!
Someone fell to the floor, his body trembling nonstop.
“Your Majesty, d-did we anger the deities?” he exclaimed tearfully. “Is that why the deities are punishing us
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