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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1036- Be under me or die
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 248: Name
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 169: Beauty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1035- Desolate Land
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 883: One Versus One Hundred (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 284 - Violent Mu Xianxian
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 549: Detachment Is Naturally Difficult When You're a Part of the Secular World
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 199: The Sindhi Lady
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1034- Ice Crystal Path
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 168: Amazing
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 247: Sides
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1033- Historic Siege Chariot
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 283 - A Dozen-Plus Demonic Dragon Halls With A Dozen-Plus Bosses
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 70: Yaine Was Right, Pretty Things Are Deceptive
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 548: The Liu Banbi Who Isn't a Scholar Won't Listen to Reason
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 198: A Traitor Has Appeared Among Us
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1032- Part of the price
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 167: Aid
“The Scourge of God is here!”
“It’s the blood twin-headed eagle!”
A furious storm was brewing in Milan.
Commanders roared at the top of their lungs as they kicked their soldiers to get in place.
Clergymen walked among the soldiers to spray holy water and pray for them.
Fanatics shouted ‘We shall ascend to heaven’ as they donned their armor, looking as if they couldn’t wait to charge into the battlefield to pit their lives against their enemies.
Panicked mercenaries kissed their charms and drew a cross in front of them, praying to the Lord to protect them.
The Church had announced that this was the ultimate battle to decide the world’s fate, the final test the Lord was giving to all his believers.
While the troops were preparing for war, the Duke of Milan crouched on the city wall, staring at the approaching army in disbelief. He struggled to come to terms with the situation.
“How did the Scourge of God get here?! Venezia-Giulia is right in front of us, but I didn’t hear news of them being taken down! The direction which the Scourge of God is attacking from isn’t correct either,” he murmured.
“Could he have crossed the Alps?” someone beside him suggested.
The Duke of Milan looked over and saw a familiar face. He greeted with a bow, “Regent.”
It was England’s regent.
England’s king had been having psychotic episodes, which stoked the regent’s ambitions to take his place, but he faced vehement oppositions from the nobles and the officials. Thus, he thought of voluntarily participating in the Holy War to raise his prestige.
However, England’s regent was vehemently opposed to fighting alongside the French due to their ‘friendly ties’, so he brought his army to Milan instead.
“Given the direction he’s coming from, the Scourge of God likely traveled across the Alps,” England’s regent said with a nod.
“In this season?” The Duke of Milan’s head was ringing. “Isn’t he afraid of him and his men dying in the snowstorm?!”
Mountainous paths were uncrossable during snowstorms. There had been a famous Carthaginian general named Ha
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