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

The expansive military tent collapsed amidst a thunderous crack, scattering its walls and roof. The guards outside the tent were flipped over by the sudden blast wave.


Soldiers in the distance, startled by the noise, cast their astonished gazes.


As they saw knights and nobles burst out of the sturdy tent like petals scattered in the wind, and the commander's tent collapsed with a boom, the Lu Family's soldiers couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.


Instantly, cries rang out in the camp, as guards clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears surged densely toward the center of the explosion.


Leon twisted his body mid-air, pushed against the ground before landing to use the momentum to land on his side, his shin armor and steel boots carving two marks on the ground from the blast's force.


Having just stabilized himself, he drew his sword and rose to search for the silhouette of his boss.


Chapter 147: Flipping the Table_3