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
The White Tower District.
Councillor Estain Allorn was sitting on the terrace of his home, leisurely sipping tea.
Golden stars dotted the sky, causing the pale blue moon to lose its brilliance, making the night lean toward pale gold shades.
After taking a sip of tea, he straightened his shoulders and then exhaled turbid air.
With recent affairs piling up—from the Evil God at Mordheim to the escalating incidents involving Steam Man—the councillor in his fifties was getting a little weary of it all.
The funeral of Bell Protector Xing Mo was going to be held at Holy Spirit Church this weekend. Alas, there were so many things...
"I still prefer gold and tea." Councillor Estain said leisurely.
At this time, the night became a little hazy, as if a faint mist had risen.
Estain didn't notice anything strange at first. After dozens of seconds, he finally got up from his seat.
But it was already too late. A tall shadow stepped out of the darkness, accompanied by the hiss of steam and scattered sparks.
Before Estain could think about how the monster entered his mansion, before he could reach for the wand at his waist, a rumble tore through the night's tranquility—
Boom—
Steel shot tore through flesh. Estain's lower body fell to the ground, while his upper body flew out of the terrace like a flower and disappeared in the mist.
......
"♬Rock on, ancient queen"
"♬Follow those who pale in your shadow"
"♬Rulers make bad lovers"
"♬You better put your kingdom up for sale"
"♬Up for sale"
Melodious music reverberated in the banquet hall, and golden light sprinkled on the red carpet, tables, and guests.
In the center of the dance floor, Bishop Arcadia Sebourn—holding a graceful woman—was dancing to the rhythm of the musing.
"Oh, Sir Bishop, you look so graceful and elegant outside church..." The woman in the arms of Bishop Arcadia giggled.
"Serving God is a profession. Nevertheless, we are mortals, looking up at the starry sky." Bishop Arcadia winked, "It is normal for a gentleman to cultivate grace and elegance,
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.