PREVIEW

... irships each carried 5,000 people as they flew towards the ruins of the war.


On the way, Tully asked, “Mr. Tyrant, is our territory in the ruins of the war?”


“Yes.” Lorne nodded, “Our territory is near the Lake of Death. This is also the main reason why I asked you to refine the Purification Crystal.”


“I see. It seems that you are very familiar with the ruins of the war. Otherwise, you would not know so many mineral veins.”


“Unfortunately, we can’t ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
MTL - Medieval Empire SoldierChapter 229 ·Night of a Thousand Laws·Middle
 158.6k
4.3/5(votes)
FantasyMartial ArtsXuanhuan

As an honorable soldier of the Empire.

Holding this small long sword, laugh at every battle, chaos is shit.

【System release task】

Clearing up the greenskin stuff?

cut!

Destroying a Skaven den?

cut!

Eliminate the Beastmen War Gang?

Cut it and you’re done!

Pointy-eared elf? pedantic!

Short-legged short stack? stubborn!

Bato Holy Grail Knight? Eat poop!

Kislev War Bear Cavalry? Eat the exhaust of my imperial half-griffin cavalry!

The elements of this work [System] [Farming] [Western Fantasy] [Middle Ages Warhammer] [Trace Slaanesh] [Battle Development]….

Book lovers, please collect more! Thank you new author!

- Description from novelbuddy

The Support Ate it AllChapter 377: No.207 Rabbit Tower (2)
 15.2k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureDramaFantasy

The “S-rank Hero Factory” that raised 1,000 S-rank heroes.

The graduates’ manufacturing machine.

The strongest support.

These are all words that refer to me. But could this actually be the world of that game?

The Sacred RuinsChapter 1645 - , the Grand Finale
 113.6k
3.0/5(votes)
XianxiaXuanhuanDramaAction

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?Chapter 80 – Mist Tower
 73
4.5/5(votes)
XianxiaXuanhuanComedy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.