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

Walsh carefully made his way towards the location he had arranged to meet with that Noble.


The spot was a dense forest on the side of the road between Kemir Manor and South Los, which appeared no different from the other dense forests from the outside—utterly ordinary.


Only those who had entered this forest before, with guidance from someone familiar, could discover the hidden mechanism—


"Death is as common and as special as breathing."


Remembering the Noble's words and guidance, Walsh climbed towards the thickest tree.


Once he reached a tree hollow concealed by branches, he didn't immediately reach inside, but instead gently tapped one side of the trunk.


In the hissing unique to snakes, a camouflaged poisonous snake that blended with the color of the tree bark and branches emerged from the tree hollow and coiled around a branch.


Chapter 448: Backstab!