Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
“Regent! Our scouts encountered the Eastern Romain Empire’s soldiers up ahead,” a military commander galloped to Hunyadi and reported, “They have constructed their barracks against a mountain, blocking our path.”
“They dare to launch a counterattack?” Hunyadi was surprised.
The severely weakened Eastern Romain Empire hadn’t dared to venture beyond the safety of its towering Theodosian walls for half a century now. This led him to think that their people were city dwellers who timidly hid in their fortresses and fervently prayed to the Lord for protection.
Granted that the Eastern Romain Empire had become a fearsome force in the past year, decimating whoever it got its hands on, those who had eyes could tell that it was all due to the Khitan Caesar, the Scourge of God.
The Eastern Romain Empire were merely freeloaders profiting off him… Saying that they were a cheerleading squad would be an insult to all cheerleading squads out there.
Hunyadi thought it was refreshing to bump into an army of Eastern Romains here. To him, it felt like a hamster was trying to put on a tough front before him, and he welcomed it.
I was still thinking about how I should deal with you people, but you’re throwing yourselves at my doorstep?
“How many people do they have?” Hunyadi asked.
“Our scouts estimate around 10,000,” the military commander replied.
“Who’s their commander? To dare to confront us like that…” Hunyadi murmured.
Opposing my army of 20,000 with just 10,000 soldiers? Not even the Ottomain Sultan was that brave!
“Is it Constantin? I’ll have to admit that he has guts.”
All of a sudden…
“KHITAN CAESARRR!”
“Scourge of God!”
“It’s the Scourge of God!!!”
Sharp screeches echoed, and Hunyadi’s advancing army began to panic. Many people began screaming their heads off while running in all directions.
“What’s going on?!” Hunyadi was initially flustered too.
Thinking that Shu Yichao had slaughtered his way here, he quickly ordered his personal guards to get into formation. They waited for a while, but when the legendary Khitan cavalry
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