Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
“Innocent lambs, only by seeking our almighty Lord’s protection can you attain power and glory. You have to devote yourself to our Lord to receive His blessing. Only by believing, fearing, and worshiping our Lord will you receive His most generous gifts.
“Do you see it now?
“No matter how many soldiers, cannons, and ships our enemies have, they will be defeated by the Priest King summoned by our Lord. Those demons who seek to infringe on our Lord’s honor will receive divine retribution in the very end…”
Looking at the opulently-dressed Patriarch preaching in Church of God’s Holy Wisdom, Constantin XI exhaled softly, “Haa…”
“Your Majesty,” someone beside him spoke up, “why are you sighing on such a joyous day?”
“Ah, Suna.” Constantin XI turned over and recognized the person to be an old acquaintance. He lowered his head despondently and replied, “This isn’t the kind of empire I want.”
He looked at the golden censer, silver candelabra, and all kinds of jeweled ritual tools inside the cathedral.
“The old Romie had confident civilians and disciplined soldiers, who were brave enough to bring their ideas forth for debate, and they were filled with the ambition to conquer the world. But look at these people…”
Constantin XI gestured to the devout faces inside the cathedral.
“Our people walk with an air of gloom. Our court is weak and corrupted. Our army is incompetent. Our nobles are hypocritical and selfish—”
“Your Majesty, is it fine for you to say that of your own country?” Madam Marti asked.
“Hah. My words may sound awful but they are the truth,” Constantin XI replied. “I wanted to change things when I first took over the throne. I thought I could revitalize the empire. But whenever I tried cutting into the heart of it all, I’d always suffer setbacks. All measures I tried to implement were stifled halfway through.
“I simply don’t understand! The empire is already on its last legs. Why aren’t they willing to give it one last try to turn things around?”
Madam Marti could only respond with silence. She knew that the empir
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