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

Clutching the hilt tightly, Leon raised his long sword in guard and looked at the half-man, half-serpent monster Met had transformed into, unable to suppress a laugh borne out of sheer fury.


This old rogue had no idea what he had conspired with the Athias assassins; he hadn't even sought retribution for the frame-up, and now he had the audacity to blame Leon for exposing his plot, a truly preposterous jest.


Regardless of what the serpentine Met was roaring, the knights by its side didn't cease their movements. Groups of three to five raised their weapons, shouting battle cries as they charged forward.


Looking at the hideous snake-man the wizard had turned into sparked not fear but a long-lost desire to hunt within the Orland knights.


This fervor, as if they were thrust back into legends of their ancestors battling monsters and pioneering their lands, was something no one would forsake—the glory and honor of slaying these demons.


Chapter 149 Snake Slayer