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

Emerging from the circles of smoke, "Storm Sword" Deljo and his companions had already appeared in the underground area of Docklands' beach.


Torches and braziers lit up this subterranean region brightly.


Marinda's other trusted subordinate, Urs, looked at the emerging Marinda and immediately bowed in salute—


While speaking, Urs glanced towards "Storm Sword" Deljo.


In his eyes was a mix of unwillingness and a lack of acceptance.


But more than that, there was a helplessness.


Urs had been here for three months already.


To clear out the Undead and constructed monsters, he had lost seven of his men.


But when they reached the innermost area, they found no 'path' left—only a spacious hall.


Although there were some things there, they were not what his lord needed.


Chapter 429: Door of Concealment!