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

But soon, this second-ranked merchant from South Los thought of something.


The 'Spirit Medium' before him didn't want to act himself—he wanted Brule to do it!


This cautious second-ranked merchant from South Los carefully raised his head, looking at the South Los 'Spirit Medium' who was playing with an Orange Cat, feeling a chill run down his spine.


The bastard in front of him was even more ruthless than the 'Lady of the Eternal Night'!


The 'Lady of the Eternal Night' used direct, violent, and bloody methods.


The chill on the back of this South Los merchant had begun to seep into the depths of his heart, so cold that it seemed to freeze even his blood.


Chapter 486: When It's Utterly Dark, Brilliance is Bound to Shine!