Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
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
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Chapter 491: Red
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Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
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Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
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Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
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Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
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Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
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Chapter 77.2
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Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
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Chapter 490: Three Choices
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Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
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Chapter 77.1
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Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
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Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
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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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