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 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
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
The Southern District, Rat Street.
In a small house made of yellow bricks, a man lit candles on the table, illuminating the metallic objects on it.
They were silver scimitars with strange patterns on the blade, clearly from a foreign land.
"The prince has given the signal to assemble."
When the man finished speaking, figures in yellow robes emerged from the darkness.
They each took a scimitar and strapped it to their waists, their eyes under the hood reflecting candlelight, as if soulless devils.
"The primeval One will watch over us." A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness.
At that moment, the door opened silently, and a streak of icy blue lit up in the darkness.
The men looked toward the door, only to see a slender girl casually close it and turn around.
"Hey, having a party without me?"
Vivian smiled and waved her left hand. As for her right hand, encased in silver armor, it held a silver sword.
The silver sword sent cold wind tumbling through the room, extinguishing the candles on the table.
The moment the room plunged into darkness, the sound of weapons clashing erupted, accompanied by low growls and screams.
Five minutes later, an ice blue sword ray tore through the roof, and pale blue moonlight poured into the dark room, illuminating Vivian's figure like a spotlight on stage.
She stood in the center of the room, holding a yellow-robed man by the collar, unconscious bodies lying at her feet.
"Cough... let go of me... damn Dragon..."
The man struggled with all his might, but Vivian's slender arm seemed to possess immense strength, making it impossible for him to break free.
He stared into that pair of eyes burning with frostfire. Under the light of the pale blue moon, those eyes seemed to turn into vertical slits, exuding a majestic presence that demanded submission.
"Tell me, what are you after? Who is pulling your strings?" Vivian asked in a low voice.
"It's Prince Austin! He wants us to gather our forces and be ready for cleanup at any time!" The yellow-robed man started yelling.
When he
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