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

Squatting down, Leon approached the ruins of the large bell buried among the rubble. Looking at the clear footprints and cracks on the metallic bell, he knew these were likely caused personally—or should he say, by the feet—of Commander Irem.


Olivia had once exchanged friendly sparring with her opponent back in Avalon. It's said that the Grand Master's martial prowess was extraordinary. Though his skills hadn't yet reached her level, his physical strength far surpassed hers.


In terms of pure physical strength, he was indeed the strongest warrior the young girl had ever encountered in her life.


Unfortunately, Olivia hadn't sparred with Valensis or Sir Kellan, so Leon still couldn't determine whose strength among these Great Knights was superior.


Extracting fragments of the bell one by one, Leon, with his current level of expertise, naturally couldn't analyze anything from the profound and complex Demon Runes etched within.


Chapter 267: Each with a Unique Skill_2