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

A caravan with fifteen guards was carefully shuttling through the dense jungle paths in the southern part of the Holy Empire, the merchant on the carriage had his face filled with tension and worry.


Although he tightly gripped a dagger, the trembling extent clearly revealed the fear overwhelming the merchant's heart.


In fact, it wasn't just the merchant who felt this way.


A month ago, a Demon Cat appeared in Saint Xis!


Initially, everyone disregarded these rumors, considering them to be tricks by some damned warlocks or witches.


Or simply thought of it as a great fuss over nothing by the superstitious folk.


In the Holy Empire, such occurrences happened every year.


Each time, The Holy Court would send deacons from the Religious Tribunal to investigate, and occasionally, they even alarmed the Paladins to join the investigation.


But each time, it turned out to be a false alarm.


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