Chapter 51 Quickly Tell Me I Am Yours

Scaling ladders were raised against the walls, and grappling hooks were cast upward as the church forces began to swarm the ramparts. Protected within the enemy's blind spots, the soldiers were on the verge of breaching the city walls.

"Who are you to aid a tyrant, and what manner of promises has the Great Zhou made to move you thus? Step aside this very day..."

Though he could not be certain whether the Light Mage had returned to Fetanburg, Stone felt compelled to investigate for himself. Failing to find him, he would demand an accounting from that old fox, Matthew.

In truth, the system afforded him little room for hesitation. The absolute prerequisite that the Light must be a hero stripped the newly elevated Night Goblin Shaman Skarsnik, the valiant Scar-Veteran Smut, and the fiercely loyal Grots Mountain-of-Meat Big Bear of any eligibility as candidates.

Viscount Kennard slumped heavily back into his chair, his complexion ashen. With a sudden shudder, a spreading yellow stain bloomed across his crotch.

"Director Wang, what on earth has happened? Why are you in such a rage?" Li Ziping asked directly as he stepped through the door, fixing his gaze on Wang Yan.

Black blood splattered from the zombie's wound, landing directly upon the soldier. These droplets of "black blood" seemed imbued with a life of their own, seeping through armor and garments to invade the victim's body directly.

Li Yi watched as a newly hatched zerg larva emerged from its egg, only to collapse and detonate under its own weight.

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, and Xu Qingbo rubbed his nose, having narrowly avoided a collision. He felt no anger; such was the way of the world—what went around came around. The big brother would simply chalk this grievance up and settle the score another day.

Observing the general reaction, Wang Tianjun turned to Lu Lingzi and said, "Fellow Daoist, look at them, already lost in the illusion. Shall we find another place and continue our drinking?"

On May 6, 1910, King Edward VII of Great Britain and Emperor of India passed away suddenly from pneumonia tonight at Buckingham Palace. He had reigned over the United Kingdom for nine years. Power immediately passed to his son, the Prince of Wales, who assumed the throne as King George V.

Second, if the enemy forces wished to maintain their battle formation, they would have to resort to ruthlessly cutting down their own comrades—and commanders capable of rendering such brutal decisions were exceedingly rare.

A special forces operative named Jack furrowed his brows and said with considerable displeasure, "Old man, do you take us for men who have never killed?"

Naturally, for undead creatures like the restless dead, who remained unfazed even with a gaping hole torn through their bellies, there still wandered quite a few "fortunate souls" missing arms and legs amidst the dense barrage. Yet their sparse and scattered numbers felt utterly desolate compared to the terrifying ocean of undead that had preceded them.

The night vision goggles had been damaged in the drift; the casing was dented and the lens cracked, but they could still be cobbled together for makeshift use. However, with the housing no longer sealed, they could tolerate neither water nor sand and were unlikely to survive long in the wild.

Inscribed across the basement floor was a gigantic magic array, every single node of which was embedded with prime magical crystals exquisite enough to drive any professional practitioner mad with envy.

"It's simply that he never anticipated this continent would later inherit Matthew's Dream Tower magic rather than the primal art of spellcasting," Luo Ling remarked.

"This spring water is remarkably clear, its surface shimmering with iridescent light as though condensing the sun, moon, and stars within itself. Its purity defies description—truly worthy of the name divine spring," Luo You murmured inwardly.

Long Zhan, Master of the Hall of Might, posed the question. In the past, he had been somewhat at odds with Mu Tianxing, but ever since the destruction of the Heavenly Sect, their mutual peril had gradually mended their relationship.

Among all the matches Gao Chuan had played over the years, not a single one had ever allowed him to truly feel at ease.

"Are you jealous, then?" A charming smile bloomed on Jiang Ruoxi's face as she stepped back to the side of Leng Yan, closing the distance she had just created.

Lei Yuting could only watch helplessly as the car vanished from his sight. Should he pursue her and plead for her to stay? The very word "wife" had frozen him in his tracks.

Yet, to ensure they retained the protection of the elder in the days to come, no matter how reluctant they felt, they had no choice but to walk silently to the other's side and slowly shed all their garments.

She had always dreamed of earning enough money to pay for Aunt Hong's medical treatment and move to a city where the seasons were like eternal spring. Now, that dream was slowly coming within her reach, was it not?

Yang Nan sneered, "Nonsense! I asked you of its origins, and what abilities it possesses?" This yellow-faced scoundrel had clearly been colluding with the Buddha for more than a day. How could he possibly be ignorant of the Buddha's true background?

Shiluoye immediately pulled them into the party and briefly recounted the sequence of events. The female players who arrived subsequently quickly grasped the general situation.

The moment that pair of exquisitely crafted long boots entered the old appraiser's sight, its exceptional quality was sealed for eternity.

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt a chilling gaze fixed upon him. When he whirled around to look, however, that malevolent stare had vanished without a trace.

To Can Gui's utter astonishment, the madman Sen did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. Bracing himself against the wave of dizziness, he used his left foot as a pivot and whipped around violently, his right leg surging high into the air to leave trails of afterimages as it smashed ruthlessly down onto his own shoulder.

Since the Primordial God Sovereign could prophesize such a terrifying vision where a great calamity was imminent and karmic retribution inescapable, he naturally possessed the means to resolve it. He shared no blood ties with the immortals; bestowing treasures and preaching the Dao was already the absolute limit of his benevolence. Why on earth should he be expected to teach you a method to evade the calamity?

Hesitating for a moment, and considering her long-term future, Yu Tian ultimately unleashed a powerful ultimate skill to save Ji Ke's life.

Dwelling among the Five States and entangling herself in their affairs, she had never once explicitly declared her allegiance to any particular faction's stance.

Should he refuse, or accept only to renege on his promise, Hua An was certain that Zhang Rang would kick him out of his post as Colonel of the Cavalry without a second thought.

"Hello there, hello everyone!" He Jiong greeted the group with a beaming smile. Xu Rong and Wang Baoqiang in particular were old acquaintances. Liu Yan was also familiar with several of them, leaving Lu Feifan as the sole unfamiliar face.

The spectacle was terrifying beyond measure. They had no inkling of what manner of flame this was; it pierced straight through the man's heart and vanished within him. One had to realize that martial artists who had attained their level of cultivation possessed physical bodies of formidable resilience, yet this warrior had proved as fragile as rotten tofu, entirely incapable of offering any resistance.