Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Contrary to the expectations of England’s regent, the sight of the Metal Fortresses wavering or even succumbing to despair didn’t happen. Their footsteps didn’t slow, and they continued to charge on with determination.
If anything, the Crusade’s celebration allowed them to advance with greater ease.
“What?” England’s regent couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Why aren’t they frightened?! Why aren’t they wavering?!”
Someone soon answered his question, not with words but a spear.
Shoosh!
A black flash pierced through the center of the celebrating army.
Blood splattered.
An entire row of soldiers collapsed just like that, plunging the battlefield into silence.
The smoke scattered, and a blood-red cavalryman emerged.
The earlier bombardment failed to strike Shu Yichao. He had no idea why those people were celebrating.
Bam!
A ballista spear flew in Shu Yichao’s direction, but he took out his scimitar and sliced it into two. He began charging forward like an unstoppable bull.
“Struggle in the pits of despair!”
The Crusade’s morale was crushed to see Shu Yichao ‘rising from the dead’ and coming after them once more.
“AHHH, MONSTER!!!”
“The Scourge of God has come back to life!”
“He’s unkillable! We’re going against the Lord’s will!”
The Crusade panicked.
“What’s that fellow doing?!”
The Duke of Milan felt light-headed. He understood that England’s regent had done that to undermine the Khitans’ morale, but the problem was that not only did he fail to do so, but he had also crushed their own soldiers’ morale.
Boom!
The Metal Fortresses finally arrived at the frontlines. They followed the path Shu Yichao had opened up for them, allowing them to disregard the fences and ditches dug by the Crusade to charge into the enemy ranks.
Soldiers and horses toppled over. The Crusade’s formation was being overrun.
Shoosh… Pak!
A ballista spear rammed into a Metal Fortress and knocked him down his horse.
“Good!”
A few soldiers of the Crusade exchanged high-fives to celebrate this mini victory.
To their shock, the Metal Fortress rose up
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