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

Seeing the success of his strike, Leon raised his hand to pull, and the magic gun broke away from the pierced fuselage, swiftly flying toward its master like a flash of lightning.


Boom! An explosion of firelight and ammunition erupted across the wilderness.


As if from nowhere... Leon seemed to hear a faint "What can I say".


He raised his hand to guide, and the swiftly returning thunder spear transformed into lightning, coiling around his right arm.


He could no longer care about the stability of the magic wand's technique; lacking other means of long-range attack, Garner was almost the only method to destroy low-altitude targets.


He jumped back into the driver's seat, enduring the dizziness from the loss of magic power, and took over the steering wheel. But just as he looked forward, he spotted several small black dots flying in from kilometers away, and Leon's calmness sank again.


Chapter 367: Words from a Foreign Land (Part 2)