Salty Fish Pilot

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era.
The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance...
"Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?"
Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

After the spirit dissipated, the corpses beneath the ground no longer stirred. The freed priest looked at Shard in surprise:


"I've been meaning to ask, what exactly is this arcane technique? While it's said that power is not inherently good or evil, this..."


"Priest, try to communicate with the spirit again,"


Shard waved his hand dismissively, not wishing to elaborate, and pointed to the corpse on the ground:


"If a body can be restored after destruction, perhaps the spirit can be as well. If successful, we'll attempt communication; if the spirit has indeed been completely destroyed by me, then this body can be safely transported to the church."


So the priest slapped the corpse again, and the spirit that subsequently appeared was in a normal state, and obviously remembered what had just occurred.


It had barely appeared when it tried to move swiftly toward the distance, but Shard, who was already prepared, bound the spirit tightly with chains.


Chapter 441 Wings