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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
“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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