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
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The caravan was divided into three camels per team, with each team pulling a specially designed cart that was packed with oil barrels. This caravan stretched into the distance in a spectacular sight.
Gao Xianzhi waved his hand and firmly declared, "Move out!"
A moment later, with the clinging of camel bells, the caravan slowly began to move toward the east, escorted by several thousand elite cavalry.
Both Gao Xianzhi and An Sishun sighed in relief as they watched the caravan depart. After three years of constant work, they had finally completed their mission.
The rest will depend on the others, the two mentally remarked as the caravan disappeared into the distance.
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Moving away from Arabia's Riyadh oil extraction region eastward toward Samarkand, then to Talas, then to Suiye, and finally to the City of Steel in Wushang, it was possible to hear the sounds of fighting, a somber energy shaking the heavens.
Amidst clouds of dust, large numbers of soldiers were locked together in 'combat'. Arabs, Sassanids, Han, Mengshe Zhao, Tibetans, Turks… all kinds of soldiers were fighting against each other.
Judging by the clouds of dust and the thundering of hooves, there were at least five million soldiers gathered here.
Careful inspection would reveal that the soldiers had been divided into seven regions. Each region had been assigned a different color and its own tents, barracks, training camps, and stables—so many that they stretched endlessly into the distance.
"Kill!"
With a resounding war cry, two forces of soldiers seething with killing intent charged out from their hiding spots and clashed in a place near the Cong Mountains.
Before the two forces had even clashed, there was a metallic clatter as dazzling war halos erupted from their feet. Each soldier had at least six halos, and from a distance, they appeared like brilliant stars.
Boom!
The two forces collided like comets, a collision that lacked any sort of gaudiness. The crashing and booming made the earth shudder and rumble.
In the fir
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