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

Off the coast of South Los, an uninhabited island.


Using the technique of "Silent Successive Steps," Arthur stepped on the "Hand of Void" and descended from mid-air.


Fujin, with Stolas and Mapa in tow, circled above Arthur's head.


Kuliqi and Kiri emerged from the sea, shaking off the water from their bodies as they came ashore.


"Stay alert to anyone approaching here,"


An unprecedented solemnity made the faces of the two "Death Hounds" turn serious, even Kiri, who bore the appearance of a silly, big dog, nodded in agreement.


The cream-colored Labrador that was Kuliqi even restrained its smile.


After the two "Death Hounds" barked once, they vanished into the shadows.


"Fujin, if something appears in the sky, I'm counting on you,"


The crow flying with outstretched wings responded with a loud call.


Stolas and Mapa by its side also responded in kind.


Chapter 594 Demon Cat!