Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1020- So that was the case
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 240: Relationship
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1019- Afterlife Clip
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 160: Revenge
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 878: Hourglass
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 278 - Protect Lin Moyu!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 660 - The Fall of the City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 541: The Storm Suddenly Arrives
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 191: Lead the Way
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1018- Mother Wheel Space
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1017- Ye Zhongming's idea
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 877: Destiny
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 659 - Great Earthquake
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 540: Blank Paper Floating, as if Life Itself
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 158: Trade
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“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 th
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