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

Sakiri lay on the ground, unable to get up, still spitting out fresh blood.


The captain of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island' Pirate Group glared at Horton in the sky, with a look of unwillingness and regret in his eyes.


He was unwilling to die like this, for he had grand ambitions.


He regretted allowing his First Mate to provoke the other party, which had brought about his downfall.


Did he bring this seemingly harmless, yet actually terrifying guy, just to lure me into a trap?'


In his dying moments, Sakiri couldn't help but think of 'Bloody John.'


The captain of the 'Devil of Dokiman Island' Pirate Group believed this was a trick by 'Bloody John.'


As the dark clouds appeared and thunder roared, the old captain had immediately ducked into a shelter.


It was a shelter specially designed against the Earl of South Los!


It could effectively disperse the power of thunder!


Chapter 593: The Scented Treasure Map!