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 Black Scaled Flying Dragon lowered its head and roared, its thick neck pulsing as scorching Dragon Breath spewed forth, akin to a crimson ocean overturning from the skies, instantly engulfing the winged Corpse Demon that hovered ignorantly close.


The charred corpse burned as it fell to the earth, with the Dragon Breath unrelenting, sweeping over the city walls and the sea of corpses crawling across the suburbs, leaving flames raging, Armor and flesh melting, and the blood in the moat evaporating in the heat.


As the earth turned into a sea of flames, the thundering iron hooves carried the knights across the scorched ground, a tide of steel armor and blades first charged into the sea of corpses sprawling over the mountains and fields.


In the curtain of night, thunderclouds rolled, and gathered lightning struck the ground like the wrath of the gods, raising smoke as arcs of lightning erupted from the storm, the azure color blowing away a large number of Corpse Ghosts.


Chapter 282: Dawn Breaks (Part 2)