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

The "Exquisite Human Puppet" in front did not circle around in the dense forest, but instead moved straight forward at a high speed.


And with the occasional rustling noises, it was a clear display of exposing its tracks, as if in a hasty escape.


If he hadn't been familiar with the "Exquisite Human Puppet," Arthur would have sped up to catch up, only to step into the next trap the opponent had set—for the successful completion of the 'Grudge Rite', in addition to utilizing the riot in South Town and the upcoming landing of pirates in South Los to distract everyone's attention, another trap had been laid out targeting 'the ones who slipped through the net'.


Because, no matter how many preparations were made, there were bound to be omissions.


So, the opponent planned on 'entering the game with their body'.


The opponent planned to use 'themselves' to attract all the remaining people together.


Chapter 387: The Second Game Begins!