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
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
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
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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