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

A dozen guards in black, alternating shots with their guns, shot metal bullets that pierced through the air at more than twice the speed of sound, weaving a deadly web of fire.


In the dimly lit, bloody ritual hall, intense flickers of light alternated back and forth, with the blood pool and ritual altar splashing scarlet as bullets shattered the corpses of the blood offering ritual.


Fire snakes chased two ghostly shadows that were difficult to capture, until two thunderous booms sounded.


The two living beings, as if they had stepped out of an ancient painting, crashed through the thick walls on both sides of the hall, disappearing into the collapsed holes.


The leader of the guards, with scarlet eyes wide, couldn't believe living beings could possess such speed and power. He raised his hand to cease firing, forcing himself to calm down, and issued orders in a low, steady voice.


Chapter 363: Monster