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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
As the body which was missing all its internal organs sat up with a smile, the three Players cautiously backed away from it while moving toward the exit.
Whether or not the body had really been Traveler, there was no question that the thing they were facing now was a supernatural entity.
"Why are you guys so far away? Aren't we on the same team?"
The corpse, now wearing Traveler's gold-rimmed glasses and his characteristic smile, slowly removed the metal playing cards from where they were lodged inside its body, then gracefully got to its feet.
"How I envy you, with your intact bodies. Won't you spare me a h—"
The animated corpse calmly extricated the card which had suddenly embedded itself into its skull, spilling some brain matter in the process. It tilted its head as it inspected the would-be deadly projectile.
"—a heart?"
Seeing that the cards could not hurt it, Iron Blood changed tactics. He said, flatly, "Cover me." then immediately burst forward in a powerful rush.
A Player's level may not always reflect their competence, but a skilled Player was rarely low-leveled.
Unlike Temperance Gentleheart, Iron Blood had not relied on extreme luck to get his levels. He had painstakingly fought and won against many a supernatural entity to reach his level—the highest out of all seven Players, and talking corpses were far from the strangest thing he had ever encountered.
Man-eating sweaters, hives of bugs that gorged on flesh and blood, people in a vegetative state that were overgrown with fungi... Any one of these entities that he had put down in the past were just as, if not more terrifying than this walking, talking cadaver.
As soon as he realized that the playing cards were ineffective against the enemy, Iron Blood instantly switched to a melee weapon—a set of steel knuckles—and leaped toward the corpse. Closing the distance between himself and his target in a flash, he readied a punch aimed directly at the monster's face.
As he swung his right fist, a streak of intense, red flame flared up along the pat
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