Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 269 - Because I’ve Read About The Three Kingdoms
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 67: Almost Fitting
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530.2: Skeleton Mountain - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 179: Fog of Specters
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 998- Sheikha Saeed's gift
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 228: I Am Loved
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 997- Reproducing Wheel
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 146: Exciting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 869: Immortal Tomb
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 268 - Vision; Earth Knight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530: Skeleton Mountain - Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 178: Falsely Relaying an Imperial Edict
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 996- Poor but want to fake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 995- Same type monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 227: Li San Hospital
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 145: Conspiracy
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 868: Forging
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 267 - Tomb Of The Human Hero Lin Moyu
Europe was shaken once again.
Unlike what had previously happened in the Balkans and Anatolia, the one who had been crushed this time around was the Holy Romain Empire! That was a powerful empire that could shake the whole Europe if it exerted its full strength.
Yet, its capital had collapsed just like that?
Its empress had died just like that?
“Scourge of God!”
“It really is the Scourge of God!”
The populace exclaimed in fright.
They could almost see a knight on white horse brandishing his sword at them, bringing death upon everyone.
Even royals and nobles trembled in fear as well, knowing that the Scourge of God was not one to discriminate. He wouldn’t spare them just because they had lofty backgrounds.
“Law, loyalty, order, devotion…” the French king, Charles, murmured as he rode his stallion down the streets of Eternal City Rome.
French kings had a tradition of quelling religion, but this was a crisis of a different level.
“…everything we know is disappearing.”
When he received an invitation from the Pope to come to Italy and join the Crusade, he couldn’t have imagined that this previously prosperous and beautiful land would be reduced to this state.
Madmen were running about.
Carefully tended homes had been abandoned.
The city felt desolate. Fear and despair was palpable in the air.
And this was all because everyone knew that the Scourge of God was coming.
After making quick work of the Holy Romain Empire, the Scourge of God turned his eyes to Italy. It felt like the end of the world was about to befall them.
“My Lord!” Charles drew a cross in front of him. “What have we done so wrong to anger you?”
Clack clack clack clack!
A huge procession suddenly marched onto the streets.
Charles gestured for his subordinates to step aside.
“I have sinned!”
“I have sinned!”
It was a procession of devout believers who had fasted for a week. Their legs were shackled with chains, and they carried heavy metal blocks on their shoulders. They struck one another’s backs with whips as they prayed for salvation amidst blood.
“Your
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