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 gentle and piercing brilliance, the middle-aged gentleman stepped aside with a smile.


"Slash of Vanquishing Evil, nothing is invincible!


More precisely, 22 figures spoke in unison.


They surrounded 'Bandage Swordsman', their faces warm and polite, their words gentle and humble, but the overlapping dialogue brought a suffocating, dizzying strangeness.


More importantly, this strangeness was layered one upon another.


'Bandage Swordsman' could even sense his soul's faltering.


But the next moment, 'Bandage Swordsman's soul stabilized once again.


As for finding which one of them is real?


Of course, it couldn't be found either.


After slightly borrowing the view of Kuliqi, 'Bandage Swordsman' slashed out with his sword—


Chapter 466: Take the Blame!