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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 178: Stone Door
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 257: Chain
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 209: My Host, Let Me Share the Storyline With You
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1054- Disgust
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1053- Killing weapon
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 208: Yes, We’re Attacking Our Allies
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 558: Uncle is Here
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3803: The World Wheel
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 256: Union
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1052- Wall collapse
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 177: Chen Ran
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1051- Final attack
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 291 - Return; God Bai In Shock!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 557: That Sword Came and Left
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 207: Stress Heaping on the Ally’s Shoulders
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1050- Pulsator Mansion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1049- Three women one elephant
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 176: Communication
The Western District, in front of the gate of Tide Church.
Vivian stood on the cliff by the church, gazing at the sea shimmering faintly under the night sky.
The Middle Sea, as its name implied, was a sea in the middle of the continent, a guidepost of civilization. To the north was the Machiavellian Empire, to the south, the Citadel and the Autonomous Academia Region. To the west, it bordered the Fallouan Republic and several small principalities, while to the east, it led to the Ocean of Storms, beyond which lay the Yanxian Empire on the distant Yanxian Continent.
This sea had nurtured early human civilization, from ancient kingdoms lost to time to the thriving Citadel of Academia. Undoubtedly, the Middle Sea was the mother of Vestan Continent’s civilization.
"But now, Mother's blood is sullied." Vivian muttered as a gust of wind swept past, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps.
She turned to see the Priest of the Tides walking toward her, hands behind his back, his weathered face like chiseled marble.
"Humpback Whale set sail three days ago, bound for the empire across the sea." He murmured, standing beside her, looking out at the sea with her, "But the storms favor us. As we speak, the whaler is caught in the waves of the Middle Sea, unable to make any headway. Pale Angel Saint Kamaraste has unleashed their might to stop those blasphemers."
Aren't those waves caused by Storm Narwhals? What’s that got to do with Angel? Vivian wondered silently but said instead, "That was fast. Tell me, how does Prince Austin always stay one step ahead of us?"
"He's a Saint; he has his ways. Besides..." The Priest of the Tides glanced at her, "Your actions were too reckless, Dragon Girl."
"Hey! Stop belittling me all the time!" Vivian pouted, "Or I'll ask Alice to beat you up!"
"Heh, childish," the Priest of the Tides scoffed.
They stood in silence at the edge of the cliff for a while, the wind from the Middle Sea the only sound.
After a moment, Vivian spoke, "This feels like a trap. Prince Austin knows we
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