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 soul sphere, the size of a ping-pong ball, emitted a faint glow that was not obscured even in the brightly lit basement three-level laboratory at No. 2 Cork Street.


And when it merged into the body of 'Anna,' the terrifyingly shaped puppet immediately began to tremble.


It started subtly, a slight movement every few seconds, as if it were a heartbeat.


But then it quickly intensified, pulsing several times a second, dozens of times a second; the body of the 'Anna' puppet even began to crack under the violent shaking.


A deep sigh rose from the bottom of Arthur's heart.


In the skills he had received, "Soul Charging" and "Soul Tailoring," "Note 7" provided a detailed explanation: A tailored soul, when attached to an object, would retain no memories, and no matter what object it attached to, the success rate was significantly reduced.


Chapter 483 Anxiety Thunder, Puppet Reincarnation!