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

Could there be other traps in a secret chamber?


And the more crucial the item is, the higher the likelihood of traps.


As Marinda had just taken a step, not even one meter out, a soft breeze sounded within the chamber.


Invisible poison gas leaked from the ventilation holes.


And like before, Marinda opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke.


One part swept towards the invisible poison gas.


The other acted as a Force Field Shield, adhering to the bookshelves, desks in the chamber, and especially to the notes on the desk, which were layered twice.


In fact, Marinda's caution proved to be utterly necessary.


Two seconds after the poison gas dissipated, a blaze fell from above.


The blaze originated from a ventilation hole disguised as a cone-shaped trap, engulfing most of the chamber but sparing the entrance where Arthur stood.


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