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

'Whale Slaying Sword' Kangsion searched for his destination and, once he had confirmed the direction, the middle-aged man, tall and sturdy like a young giant, tightened his grip on the door-sized great sword on his back. It was only when his palm touched the hilt that he felt a trace of reassurance.


In fact, had he not been in South Los, the master of Whale Island would have long since held his great sword in hand.


At the same time, he would need to summon his private soldiers.


Everyone knew that the master of Whale Island was not a coward.


It was just that the man he was about to face imposed such an overwhelming pressure on him.


It wasn't the first time he had heard the name of the other party.


'The Stormcaller' Bolbinton, who had once sought refuge on Whale Island, had mentioned him—


Chapter 348: Fat Sheep!