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

Marinda pressed down on her deerstalker cap and leapt to the side. In a flicker, she appeared a hundred meters away.


The invisible breeze turned into a gray tornado.


Moreover, this gray tornado swept out like a massive stick.


Amidst the explosive roar, the spot where Marinda had been standing was now in complete disarray.


A middle-aged man dressed in a black military uniform with an icy demeanor stepped out from the shadows.


From a distance, Marinda narrowed her eyes at him.


In their recent exchange, because her "smoke" was countered, she could only rely on props and a few "undead" to deal with him, but it was clear that most props were useless against an "entrant" like him. She had set up two traps, and both had been triggered.


But they hadn't scratched the man in the slightest.


She had become desperate under his relentless approach.


Chapter 393: General Puppet!