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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
“Is this still naval warfare?”
A murmur from a Venetian seaman broke the silence.
No one answered his question.
The Crete Provincial Commander was dazed. His common sense had been shaken so much that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He had done his homework beforehand. He had compiled information about the Khitan Caesar from his past battle records to understand the enemy he was up against.
Herculean strength. Inexhaustible energy. Terrifying archery. Valiance of a war god.
If the Khitan Caesar had sniped down his seamen one by one or even charged straight ahead with his men and overran their galleys through sheer valiance, the Crete Provincial Commander would have still accepted the outcome.
But this…
What kind of nonsense is this?! Why is there even a horse in a naval battle?!
“Provincial Commander, what should we do?” a Venetian seaman asked as he trembled like a pitiful little quail.
And these were soldiers Venice had heavily invested in. Had they been hired mercenaries instead, they would have long-lost their nerves and surrendered.
“…” The Crete Provincial Commander was at a loss too.
Just then, he heard a shrill roar, “This is our chance to strike!”
He turned over and saw Vernier’s galley next to his.
Vernier was roaring with so much gusto that her face was warped, and her body was trembling, “He needs to accelerate! He needs enough space to build up momentum for his jump! As long as you don’t give him a chance to accelerate, he won’t be able to leap onto our galleys!”
We can’t let him get away! We cannot give him a chance to retreat!
It’ll be the end of me if they manage to escape.
The Senate will definitely issue an arrest warrant for me. No, that’s not all. These seamen here might even think that I have led them to their doom with my plan and attempt to kill me!
We must defeat the Khitan Caesar even if he sinks half of our galleys here!
While Vernier was catching her breath from all the shouting, the Crete Provincial Commander snapped out of his daze. As a war veteran, it didn’t take him long
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