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

Canis blinked, and this time the sword in his hand flashed with white light.


The noble's long sword transformed into light particles and vanished into thin air. The giant snake's mouth slackened, and before it could snap shut, a long, steel-forged riding spear again forced its jaws widely open.


"Go fuck yourself, Wizard!" While changing weapons, Canis found the opportunity to move because of the riding spear, and he kicked towards Met's groin.


Met hastily ducked, using the armor on his abdomen to take the kick instead, then was knocked back into the giant snake's throat by the knight's blow.


With the support of the riding spear, Canis let go of it, grasped the air to form a long sword, and immediately stepped on the slippery snake's mouth, intending to crawl over and pursue his enemy.


Met steadied himself and glanced at the overly long magic wand spear in his hand.


Chapter 148: Revenge_3