Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
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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