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

An hour later, behind St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, in the small grove.


The first to arrive there were Amy and Shara.


Loose robes concealed their axes, crossbow arrows, and firearms.


As they walked side by side, Amy adjusted her breathing—it was a combat instinct she had developed from numerous battles, a breathing method that gave her more power and speed.


She had noticed the signs when she first killed a man, axing down her foster father.


After chopping down the village chief and his three sons, she had mastered this breathing technique, and when the last man stabbed her, the pain and near-death experience branded it into her soul, causing her to instinctively enter this state whenever she grasped a weapon.


Meanwhile, Shara became increasingly cautious.


The lady's palms were sweaty, and because of her nerves, phantoms even appeared before her eyes.


Fortunately, this lady had her own ways of adjusting.


Chapter 540: Murderer, Psychopath and Pervert!