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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
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
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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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