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

Those eyes were abnormally lively, just like human eyes.


When the eye at the handle of the dagger opened, Malz's left eye simultaneously disappeared—sunk deep into its socket, leaving behind nothing but a hollow pit.


But in the next moment, a faded medal appeared over it, as if it were an eyepatch.


Not only did it emit a faint fluorescence, but when this glow shone upon the corpses on the ground, they melted away like burning candles.


Turning into a viscous wax, it was absorbed by the heavy matchlock gun and the broad-bladed saber.


Then, an even more refined power, mediated by the heavy matchlock gun and the broad-bladed saber, surged into Malz's body.


His aging body immediately regained vitality, and it became even stronger.


At the same time, a deep voice echoed in Malz's mind—


As he heard this voice, Malz's complexion changed slightly.


Chapter 376 My close friend Arthur once said...