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 setting sun dyed the fortress standing between the pass a terrifying crimson. Inside and outside the recently concluded battlefield, flames gradually extinguished, and the scattered remains of Corpse Ghosts lay across the place like a hellish scene, while soldiers busily cleaned the battlefield, tidying up the devastation left by the battle.


Corpse Birds shrieked eerily, tearing into the flesh of the remains with sharp claws and beaks on bodies still warm, their black feathers stained with blood.


The soldiers cleaning the battlefield swung their spears, trying to drive away the Corpse Birds desecrating their comrades' corpses. However, the disturbed Corpse Birds merely crowed loudly and turned to assault the owners of the weapons.


(In Urian Language) "... Damned bastards."


Chapter 274: Seizing the City in Advance