Chapter 78: The Girl
Arijit
Karansa stood in front of the two, scrutinizing the little girl. A child with only apprentice mage-level abilities—at least, that’s how it seemed. The fact that she could survive here…
Evil She-Demon, Feng Aotian, please have mercy!
Chapter 77: The Immortal Steel Angel and the Little Girl
(Today’s still okay, it’s five thousand words.) The three of them turned without hesitation and sprinted down the wooden corridor they’d come from. Their footsteps and ragged breaths echoed through…
Chapter 76: Angel
Veronie was lost in thought. Since it was said that this kind of script also appeared in the Handwritten Manuscript of the God of Calamity, it meant that this text…
Chapter 75: Fragments of Chinese
Vellandelle and Veronie also frowned, and Vellandelle even subconsciously raised her hand to gently fan in front of her nose. After the smell faded a little, the three of them…
Chapter 74: Veronie’s Misunderstanding
Vellandelle shivered all over. What was going on? Why was she hearing Veronie’s voice? “Miss Vellandelle, it seems someone is calling you?” Karansa spoke up nervously, her gaze flickering to…
Chapter 73: The God of Wind and Snow
Of course, Vellandelle, who had escaped, knew nothing of this. She was tending to the unconscious Karansa. At that moment, a faint sigh echoed abruptly. Vellandelle’s heart pounded in alarm.…
Chapter 72: The Uncontrolled Blizzard
She had obtained two items from the ruins back then. One was a bottle of Compound Potion, and the other was this Moonlight Casket. Of course, this wasn’t some Moonlight…
Chapter 71: The Giant Guardian
A suffocating sense of oppression surged through her chest. Vellandelle looked around warily. Darkness and silence pressed in from all directions, bringing an inexplicable malice—as if some evil from the…
Chapter 70: Endless Darkness
Veronie’s words made the air freeze. The four words “Divine Corruption” struck like thunder. After all, everyone understood that there was only one god involved—the Disaster God. If this truly…
Chapter 69: The Dungeon of the Lost
A gentle breeze blew by. Vellandelle sat inside the carriage. Even from a distance, she could see the massive Iron Gate on the horizon and the faint outline of the…