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
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 974: Receiving of Souls
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 973: Patience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236.5- Rats also have technology? (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 346 - Better Safe Than Sorry
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.2: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 358: Get On
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236- Rats also have technology?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 279: More Dishes
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1235- Opening their eyes
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.1: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
“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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