Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

Shin Armor wrapped around the steel boots pressed firmly onto the struggling Living Corpse beneath, as Leon held his sharp spear in reverse grip and thrust it through the howling wolf's head.


With a swishing sound as he pulled the spearhead out, he wiped the dried brains and fragmented flesh that had adhered to the blade on the ground.


After cleaning the spear tip, Leon looked up and surveyed the wolf corpses that littered the forest floor.


The resilience of these Undead was indeed much weaker than in the Spirit-like Field, not like in the Cursed Land, where they could still move even after being decapitated. 


But this scale, although not harmful to them, a group of knights clad in armor, if by chance they moved beyond the forest into the village, the small community would likely suffer a calamity.


They did indeed perform a good deed in advance for the village outside the forest.


Chapter 93: Take Care of Your Body_3