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 crimson hue slowly gathers within the eyes, and memories of the past escape from thousands of hideous cries, re-emerging in the depths of the soul.


"...You're still alive... Ah Qi." Those five fingers gripping the neck gradually relaxed, and the voice once filled with hatred surprisingly softened.


Hearing the creature's hoarse voice utter his childhood nickname, Azeryan's struggle instantly froze.


"No!" The noble's son widened his eyes incredulously, "It's impossible...!!" Sensing the force on his throat no longer restraining him, Azeryan kicked hard against the opponent and broke free.


He flipped over and fell onto the balcony, using his hands and feet to flee from the entity beside him, staggering back, looking at the bloodthirsty monster that had killed his Sealing Lord and countless warrior comrades.


"You can't be him!!" Azeryan murmured in shock, stepping back repeatedly.


A familiar standard long sword flashed in his mind, held by the Blood Mist Knights.


Chapter 281 Dawn Breaks Part 1 (Asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)