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

Knightly battle cries had not even had time to fade from everyone's ears.


The Wolf Territory Soldiers who obstructed the way had just raised their spears toward the charging knightly figure, when they felt as if they had been struck head-on by an onrushing siege hammer, not even having time to scream before instantly losing all consciousness.


The tornado that burst forth from the knight's lance howled tremendously, extending its magic power-laden pressure that sent the blocking enemies flying back into their own formation, causing chaos as they fell haphazardly.


And in the short distance of just over a dozen meters, the black steed took mere seconds to carry its master to the front of the enemy lines.


Leon spurred his warhorse forward, lowering the tip of his spear, harnessing the enormous momentum of the charging beast beneath him as he unrelentingly crashed into the disordered spear formation.


Chapter 128: The Battle of Longka IV (Entering Formation)_2