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

Arthur was always willing to give hope to others.


This was especially true for his subordinates who pledged their loyalty unconditionally.


Therefore, under the watchful eyes of the remaining 38 Death Warriors, comforting words effortlessly spilled from Arthur's mouth.


Instantly, the expressions of the 38 Death Warriors changed.


Amid their determination, there was a sense of realization.


They firmly believed in Arthur's words.


How could those that appeared alongside the "Zodiac Constellations" be mere silver or bronze?


The three originally from pirate backgrounds felt a connection.


The "One Hundred and Eight Stars" of the City of Death?


Which of the remaining Death Warriors hadn't killed, who hadn't experienced death?


Without any prompting, they began to identify with those roles.


Moreover, Arthur continued to whisper to them—


"Believe in yourselves, seek your own paths, ignite… your fighting spirit.


Chapter 547 Arthur Hopes to Have a Short Vacation!