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

As the "Death Soldier Potion" was consumed, every fugitive and outlaw couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.


Veins resembling worms rose under their skin, making every outlaw's face fierce and even terrifying to behold.


Simply looking on, one could feel the pain that these fugitives and outlaws were enduring.


Yet, not a single person cried out in pain.


All the fugitives and outlaws looked towards Arthur, whose expression was gentle but eyes were filled with determination; they clenched their teeth and persevered, even as their teeth ground noisily and fresh blood overflowed from their mouths, they continued to hold on.


Suddenly, one of them collapsed to the ground.


He was one of the twelve who had initially been able to control their desires.


He was also one of those whom Arthur regarded highly.


Chapter 545: A Death Warrior, Also a Fighter!