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

In the unique humming sound, pale Sword Qi descended from the sky and penetrated deep into the ground.


Caught within the Sword Qi, 'Blazing Wind' Greta, dumbfounded, was gazing at the night sky when a smear of crimson stretched from the top of her head to her brow, and from there, all the way down until—


Her body, with the sound of blood scattering, heavily fell to the ground.


Thereafter, the lady from Talin instinctively looked up to the night sky.


She wanted to find the figure of the 'Spirit Medium.'


But the dark night sky was completely empty.


The lady from Talin wondered in her heart, yet she was shouting out loud.


"Thank you, Lord Kledos, your radiance illuminates my spirit, allowing me to feel a warmth I've never experienced before. I will surely be reborn in this warmth. My admiration for you is like the endless river..."


Chapter 380: Somewhat Tainted with Personal Emotions!