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

"Once I capture you, your army will crumble without a fight!" Leon steadied himself and declared in a deep voice as he raised his sword.


"Ha! I can fight with you until dusk, but your stamina is faltering!" Canis could feel that his opponent's strength had significantly weakened since they had started fighting.


"Don't worry, it won't take until dusk to defeat you," Leon said, listening to the increasingly loud hoofbeats behind him, a smirk forming under his helmet.


Because it won't be me who defeats you!


Feigning a swing, Leon stepped forward with a false attack.


He knew that the enemy general before him didn't consider Olivia, who was already charging closer on horseback from behind.


The girl called out her lover's name, warning him to dodge her spear charge.


Chapter 130 "A Resounding Victory"_2