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 glanced at Angelter, who also wore a look of surprise.


There was no need; if the Vampire Undead wanted to attack them, there had been plenty of chances before.


He raised his hand and illuminated the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp in front of the Soul Bell, enveloping everyone to guard against the inexplicable activation of the Soul Bell, aware that Azeryan beside him couldn't withstand that magical sound.


"Did you activate this altar?" the Blood Knight asked, drawing his sword and preparing for battle as he faced Leon.


"What a coincidence, I was about to ask you," Leon retorted as he withdrew with the others, immediately asking, "Have you seen this scene before? Is this a sign that the Gate of Darkness is about to appear?"


Angelter stared at the Soul Bell and loudly denied, "No, these bells have never reacted like this. Otherwise, we would've destroyed them all long ago."


Chapter 361: Blood Sacrifice