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

"Form up! Engage the enemy!" Lokhak dropped the halberd from his shoulder and shouted at the warriors.


Well-trained warriors immediately formed a square formation in response to the command, uniformly raising large shields around the perimeter to protect their comrades behind them.


Archers set up crossbows behind the shields, while the soldiers at the innermost part of the ranks pointed their long spears straight into the deep darkness, toward the eerily glowing orange arc that had just lit up.


Even in the midst of this sudden turn of events, without need for Leon to remind them, Kovis's flying swords whooshed around the formation, illuminating the uninvited guests emerging from the shadows.


Chapter 185: Constructs _2