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

Knights hurled their spears with astonishing force, which, to their surprise, penetrated the currently weakened defense.


Another spiral spear flew and embedded itself halfway into the barrier, directly piercing through the gap in Met's armor around his knee, as if dragging through the lagging, concave air.


For the first time in decades, Met felt the long-forgotten pain of a physical injury. Grimacing from the pain, his concentration faltered, making it even more difficult to maintain the barrier, hovering, and the advanced magic technique he was casting.


In a split second, he made a decision, abandoning one of the three spells, the hovering tornado.


"That wizard's life is mine!" Canis roared as he watched Met fall, charging at him alongside the Wolf Family Knights.


Chapter 148 Vengeance Must Be Requited_2