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

Explosives, firearms, daggers, and other weapons touched Malz's skin and immediately his flesh and blood body rippled like water.


All the weapons merged into Malz's body.


A sense of satiation welled up within him.


Malz felt he could still devour a Little Emperor Cannon!


The old sheriff promptly turned to look at Wiggins.


If you've got cannons or something, that would be even better!"


With Arthur serving as the link, the old sheriff was not at all polite in his request to Wiggins.


In Rat Street, there's as many as you want of these things—"


Wiggins said, smiling, and then turned to go downstairs.


Similarly, because of Arthur, Kledos, the Golden Finger of Rat Street, didn't feel fear.


In fact, aside from Wiggins, although the expressions on the faces of the others varied, none of them felt any fear; what they had was surprise, resignation, and thoughtfulness.


Chapter 377: Aiding Your Power of Thought!