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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 282: Truth and Madness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 204: Stairs
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095- Barbecued bird
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 910: Searching
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 909: Completion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1094- Flame
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 579: The Sky is Already Dark
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 203: Disciples
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 281: Break
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1093.5- Bet 100 thousaand (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 908: Heavenly Wrath
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1093- Bet 100 thousaand
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 74: Not The Only One That Can Scale Walls
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 10: That Day, Thunderbuzz Welcomes Its New King
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 578: A Storm is Coming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
"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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