Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chaotic Sword God
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 549: Wan Jie's Family
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Chapter 1537.5- Killing (1)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1120: Birth
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Chapter 1537- Killing (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 493 - Unleashing Godslaying Lightning
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 102.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 778: This Official Doesn't Care
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 412: Wedding Photo
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Chapter 548: Zhang Mingli
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Chapter 1536.5- Attacking
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1119: Returning Home
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Chapter 1536- Attacking
I’ll Take That Opportunity
Chapter 47 - The Phoenix Hatches
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 492 - Let’s See If I Can Kill You
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Chapter 102.1
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Chapter 777: Silkpants
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Chapter 1535.5- Final Battle
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Chapter 1535- Final Battle
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Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 239: Deitification (Teaser)
“Esteemed sires… I-I…”
In the Holy City, several old peasants, who had clearly struggled in the fields their entire lives, were pleading with the soldiers searching them.
“This is all I have! Please have mercy on us!”
These peasants heard that an evil god had descended upon the world, and only by entering the Holy City, a land protected by the chief archmage, could ordinary mortals like them survive the ordeal.
Little did they expect the soldiers to stop and search them under the pretext that they were Tang spies. The soldiers then brought them into a residence in the city. A crowd was in the residence; they were all people like them.
Horrendous atrocities followed—massacre, rape, and plunder.
The ferocious Tibetan soldiers ignored the old peasants’ pleas and swung their batons again and again, till the old peasants’ heads bled profusely. They also made sure to take every last one of their possessions.
Many people collapsed in pools of blood, never to move ever again.
The Tibetan soldiers, still high from the violence, announced, “The
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