Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
The Undying had been dealt with. At this time, a sharp whistle rose abruptly.
A large number of overseers, draped in broad robes, wielding cleavers, swarmed in and surrounded Xing Mo and the workers beside her.
"Drop the wand!" An overseer shouted at Xing Mo, "You are illegally trespassing! You..."
He tried to push through the crowd, to seize Xing Mo's wand, but then was shoved back.
It took him a moment to realize that it was a worker who had pushed him.
The workers, who usually moved like walking corpses, shuffling weakly about, now were full of life, the eyes of their dust-covered faces seemingly ablaze.
"Do you want to die? Want to be fed the fish in the sea?" The overseer roared.
He was furious, yet there was an instinctive fear in his tone, like a sheepdog realizing its fangs were not so effective against a rebelling flock.
At this moment, golden light erupted—
Bang—
Sir Derek Larson, dressed in a respectable attire, fell to the ground. He strained to get up and run toward the overseers, but then was struck down once again by golden light.
The overseers turned their gazes to the source of the golden light—a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, brandishing a wand, his eyes flashing with golden light.
"I'll ask you one last time!" Professor Lucius bellowed, "Who! Killed! Miriam!"
"I don't know... I really..."
Sir Derek crawled toward the overseers, but then another golden flash exploded behind him.
Boom—
He fell to the ground again, and before he could get up, Lucius was upon him, grabbing him by the hair.
"Every time you say 'I don't know,' your pretty face will kiss the ground." Lucius spoke rapidly, "Go on, say it! Say you don't know!"
"I... I... I really... don't..."
Before Sir Derek could finish speaking, Lucius slammed his head into the ground, and a blood-curdling scream mingled with the sound of cracking bones rose.
"Ahhhh!"
"Say it! Say it! Say you don't know!"
"I really don't... Ahhhh!"
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The brutal scene caused the overseers to step back in fear. Despite the middle-aged man
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