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

Leon nodded, and his finger traced a line on the border between the Sobonitz Domain and the Southern Mountain Territory, the end of the long line reaching the Ustato Mountain Pass: "We can't compete with the undead in terms of numbers. We must find a way to establish enough fortresses with Spirit Protection Holy Towers along this defense line."


If possible, Leon even wanted to build constructions similar to the high walls of Dragon Claw Fortress or the Desolate Wall to resist the undead army. However, such enormous super projects would be a massive challenge even for Earth's industrial society of the past life. With the current Western Continent's infrastructure capabilities, slightly better than Earth's feudal era, it's clearly wishful thinking.


"This can't be done by the Holy War Alliance alone," Leon continued: "We need to persuade King Eric, and also the current rulers of Seryan; it would be best to get assistance from the Dinexion Church."


Chapter 359: Allies and Enemies (Part 2)