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 sudden voice by his ear startled the 'Spirit Medium'.


This 'Spirit Medium' had no idea when the person behind him had appeared.


However, the 'Spirit Medium' knew he needed to distance himself from the other party.


Without thinking, the 'Spirit Medium' sprinted forward, yanking the rope in his hand fiercely, flinging it backwards.


The rope, which bound Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster, swung the three men backward like a meteor hammer.


But the three men were stopped before they reached the person behind.


It wasn't the person behind who made a move.


Three Snake Vines shot out from the crown of the Death Serpent Banyan, intercepting Eli, Walsh, and Doctor Lindster midway.


The remaining one hundred and eighteen Snake Vines, like a violent storm, lashed fiercely toward the 'Spirit Medium'.


Chapter 468 Undead, if you want to kill your own emperor, I am right here