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

Under Lucius' watchful gaze, a 20ml test tube appeared out of nowhere in the hand of "Spirit Medium" South Los, containing a blue-green potion that shone with a luminous glow.


The point was, as the stopper was pulled out and the potion poured onto his injured palm, the scarred flesh began to heal at a visible rate.


The young Avenger had not witnessed such power for the first time.


In the "Inland River Cult," he had also seen it in that High Priest.


But no matter which time, they all shocked Lucius, and... ignited his desire.


Not just because it was formidable, but also because with this power, he could take his revenge.


He had sought such power before, but aside from the two known instances, he had found nothing.


Even the two known sources were fraught with danger.


Chapter 635: Testing!