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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
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
At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, the crescent moon was suspended high in the dark blue sky.
Xing Mo and Aurora rode a carriage to the Docklands, which are located at the edge of the Northern District.
From the streets of the Docklands, you can see short bungalows spread all over the coast, and further away there are clusters of large factories with tall and thin gray chimneys.
Under the moonlight, the lined up shadows cast by the chimneys resemble a prison's iron gates, as if to imprison the houses in the Docklands forever.
Standing by a street, Xing Mo looked around. It is time for the factories to close. Groups of workers are walking down the street, their eyes dull and spiritless
From time to time, Xing Mo heard mutterings riding the wind.
"Goddess, watch over me... Goddess, watch over me..."
Upon hearing the mutterings of the workers, Aurora smiled and pulled at Xing Mo's skirt: "What of your Goddess? Don't they need salvation?"
"According to the Goddess, suffering is bricks and tiles that pave the way for achieving Great Harmony." Xing Mo revealed a shade of hesitation in her eyes, "When that time arrives, everyone will..."
"Everyone will what?"
"... will be saved?"
Xing Mo lacked conviction. In fact, it has always been hard for her to accept the state of the Docklands.
This is the Citadel, the nation of the Goddesses. But those people are unlike humans. They look more like pack animals.
Upon hearing Xing Mo's words, Aurora showed a broad smile: "That's really troublesome. I can save them now~ why don't you convince them to believe in me?"
Xing Mo sighed: "Don't forget why we came here in the middle of the night. We need to find Blackwood."
In the Starsea Spring's mirage, the last clue Bishop Freyr left behind was Blackwood.
As a Bell Protector, Xing Mo naturally knows what this name means.
Blackwood is a ringleader of the Docklands. He is a pure blood Machiavellian with considerable influence in the Citadel's underbelly.
"Then let's hurry~" Aurora grabbed Xing Mo's hand, "Young Sain
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