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

When Lady Glast emerged from the shadows, cloaked in her cape, she immediately captured the attention of everyone present.


The loyal butler Titon even stood between Glast and Baron Harold—Titon, of course, knew he could not stop her.


But he had to give it his all regardless.


Titon watched Glast with caution as she stepped out, his grip on his longsword tight.


The Blood Descendants' ice spear grew even more solidified while the glow in his crimson eyes intensified.


At this moment, Baron Harold's countenance appeared increasingly youthful; the noble was now the very image of a young man.


He had wondered why the Blood Descendants had come knocking on his door!


But Baron Harold bore no grudge against Glast.


At this moment, the 'Honor Above All' Baron Harold remembered the contract between them was this: Glast would give him one chance.


Chapter 522 Glory, Destiny, and Rebirth!