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

The wind that seemed to erupt from the ground enveloped 'Bluebeard' as it spun around him rapidly.


The invisible and colorless wind now displayed its own color—


Mixed with the crimson of blood and viscera!


It was the color that emerged when even bone fragments were caught within it.


Matilda, to the side, began to retch violently.


It was the scene of the blaze that had just appeared which frightened the lady so greatly that her curiosity drove her to observe everything.


She saw Horton, unscathed amid the flames.


She watched Horton stroll through the fire, just like a young noble gentleman.


And because she was so close, Matilda could even see that First Mate of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island' Pirate Group being flayed and torn apart.


Matilda was no naïve little girl, but this was the first time she had witnessed flaying and dismemberment.


Chapter 591: Really Walking into the Gun Barrel!