Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

At the moment the kerosene-filled pottery jar shattered, Graham smelled the distinct odor of kerosene.


However, upon realizing it was just a group of "Blue-Skin Dogs," Graham's tension eased.


These "Blue-Skin Dogs" had come for those infants!


It must have been because of a flaw he left behind when he snatched the last baby at the police station.


With this thought, Graham cursed Arthur again.


'If it weren't for you, how could my strength have weakened to this extent?'


The secret technique "Eulogy of Ilos," which pulls people into dreams and uses the "dreamscape" as home ground, is powerful and bizarre, but comes with various limitations.


Beyond the necessary contact, there were also distance constraints.


Especially the consumption for the practitioner was beyond imagination.


Even if Graham completed the "Eulogy of Ilos" under normal conditions, he would be left weakened for 2-3 days.


Chapter 39: Victory, Already Born! (Please support~ Please follow~)