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

And it was not the Ascend Step she knew.


What was more important was that there wasn't just one.


The Countess of South Los's expression turned solemn, and suddenly, the night skies over South Los were shrouded with dense clouds, with streaks of lightning shuttling through them like silver snakes.


Winter thunder, rain follows the sound.


The downpour fell, and South Los was immediately enveloped in mist, blurring the figure of the Countess of South Los.


The Countess of South Los murmured to herself.


Then, amidst the thunder, she vanished from the spot.


A white warhorse pulled a pure white carriage through this land of deathly stillness.


Chapter 482: When you open your eyes, welcome to this world filled with filth and yet with radiance!