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
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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
“My Lord, what is going on?!”
King Charles, together with the nobles and commanders assigned to the Po River, were confused.
“Those soldiers are shouting that the Scourge of God is here, the end is nigh, and all sinners here will be subjected to the Lord’s judgment. What’s going on?”
King Charles had barely managed to establish himself as the leader over the Crusade troops stationed at Po River—he enjoyed significant prestige as the French king who had concluded the Hundred Years War.
“Those soldiers are spouting nonsense. They are saying the Scourge of God is a Horseman of the Apocalypse, and he has descended to the mortal world with his undying army,” a Holy Romain Prince-elector said.
As the next emperor of the Holy Romain Empire hadn’t been decided yet, the prince-electors had been going around soliciting allies to reinforce their position. This prince-elector had chosen to woo King Charles’ support.
“It sounds like something has gone wrong over at the Duke of Milan’s side.”
The commanders in the Po River’s barracks began studying the map to analyze the situation.
“Most of the soldiers who escaped here are their mercenaries. Did the Duke of Milan lose?”
“I’m not surprised if he did. The Khitans have never lost a single battle over the last two years.”
“But that’s an army of 60,000! Can it be obliterated just like that?” a noble exclaimed in disbelief.
“Maybe it wasn’t completely defeated?” someone suggested. “The vanguard troops could have been defeated, resulting in some soldiers getting separated from their allies and escaping here. The Duke of Milan could be defending the city with the remaining troops now.”
“Even so… the question still stands: where did the Khitans come from? Did the camp at Venezia-Giulia collapse too? That can’t be, right?” the prince-elector took a bite of holy biscuit as he murmured.
Venezia-Giulia had a prince-elector too, as well as troops from other cities and nations. Their army was at least 50,000 to 60,000 soldiers strong. It was hard to imagine that they would fall just like that
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