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 bones moved like a tide, silent as a forest.


When the skeleton warriors' charge halted, all kneeling on one knee, Marinda, the Female Swordmaster, was simply dumbfounded; they could never have anticipated such an event.


She admitted she simply could not achieve this extent.


Perhaps she could directly seize command of a dozen lower-order Undead.


Marinda pondered this question again and then shook her head.


'It must not be Ascension but rather the Core Mystical Art 'Communicate with Spirits' from the Cat Faction. Black!'


The rumored 'Communicate with Spirits' apparently really does have the ability to command the Undead...


I thought it was just a rumor, but it turns out to be true!


Chapter 469: Rich Dad Arthur!