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 of 'Glast,' filled with despair, howled at Arthur —


And how did you know about the defensive secret technique I concealed for my soul?


In the midst of the howling, the soul of 'Glast' began to tremble, just like the distorted screen of an old television set with a poor signal.


Arthur: I didn't know just now, but I do now.


Of course, Arthur wasn't going to be so forthcoming; he looked at 'Glast' and maintained a smile.


Arthur spoke frankly, his tone indifferent.


This caused the soul-state 'Glast' to fall into another kind of extreme frenzy.


While howling, 'Glast' flailed his arms wildly.


But Arthur's smile remained, and his speech was even more calm and measured.


"What could be safer than hiding among a bunch of frauds?


Chapter 480: Ripples Start to Emerge, Astonishing Change!