Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
“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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