Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
“Suna.”
“Hm?” Madam Marti turned around to look at Constantin XI. “What is it, Your Majesty?”
“Hit me,” Constantin XI said impassively as he looked at the blood twin-headed eagle flag flown in Thessaloniki. “I must be dreaming.”
Shu Yichao had first taken over Edirne, and now Thessaloniki. With that, they had taken back half of their old territories in the Balkans.
Constantin XI couldn’t imagine how all of this happened, so he wondered if he was dreaming.
“Could it be that Constantinope has already been taken down by the heretics,” he murmured, “and this is just an illusion I’m having before my life comes to an end?”
Madam Marti tilted her body rightward and took a step back with her right foot. Then, fully leveraging the power of momentum, her right hand went on a complete arc before striking heavily on Constantin XI’s face. The force nearly sent the latter tumbling to the ground.
Pah!
“All of you heard that. It’s the emperor who told me to strike him!” Madam Marti exclaimed aloud to the surrounding officials. “I have never heard such a request before in my entire life.”
Constantin XI twisted a few rounds and saw stars spinning above him before finally regaining his balance. He looked at the blood twin-headed eagle flag in Thessaloniki once more, followed by the cheering Crusaders, and he began laughing himself silly.
“Ouch, it hurts. It isn’t an illusion.”
“All right, Your Majesty.” Madam Marti smiled as well. “We should enter the city.”
Constantin XI nodded. He got onto his horse and galloped up to the city gates while grumbling about happy problems.
“Our Caesar is a fighting maniac. He doesn’t care how many enemies there are; he only wants to know where the enemies are.
“He also doesn’t bother stationing soldiers in the cities he conquered to secure them. He just plunders them and leaves the rest to us. In the end, I, the Augustus, have to clean up after him, whether it’s selling the spoils of war on his behalf, managing the prisoners of war, or securing the cities.”
Madam Marti chuckled. “But do
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