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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
"Protect His Majesty!"
The Governors and Deputy Governors cried out in alarm as they moved to stand in front of Mutasim III.
"There's no need to panic. It's the Hierophant!"
In contrast, Mutasim III was completely unperturbed.
He watched as another massive claw emerged from the depths. Upon this claw was the familiar figure of the Hierophant.
The Hierophant!
Although Mutasim III had never seen Hierophant Khatabah with his own eyes, portraits of him could be found all over the Imperial Palace in Baghdad.
Mutasim III carefully examined this man. The man atop the black and red claw wore a clean white robe, and possessed a slender figure and deep blue eyes. His most striking feature was his beard, which was extremely neat despite its thickness.
Despite all the time that has passed, he still shows no sign of aging! Mutasim III remarked to himself.
Several decades had passed since Khatabah had entered seclusion, at which time he had been more than eighty years old. But though so much time had passed, the only change to Khatabah's appearance was a few whitening hairs. He still seemed to be around fifty years old.
He still looked the same as the portrait he had left behind, when he was at his prime!
"You're Jaha's son?" Khatabah suddenly said.
Despite the temperature of more than one hundred thousand degrees, Khatabah was completely unaffected, to the great shock of the surrounding Governors and Deputy Governors.
"Hierophant!"
Mutasim III hastily bowed his head in utmost reverence. Mutasim III possessed a lofty status in the Arabian Empire, and only Khatabah could speak to him like this.
In terms of age, Khatabah was one hundred and thirty. This was more than twice Mutasim III's age. He truly did have the right to speak to Mutasim III in this sort of tone.
"How disgraceful! When I handed control over the army to you, everything had been in place. All you needed to do was follow the plan, and in short order, all of the continent would have been united by Arabia, and we would become the true hegemon of the world. I didn't ex
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