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

Aside from the Magic Light of the Sun Holy Sword now, there is no light or darkness, nor elements or matter, and no presence of any primal energy can be felt.


It seems quite similar to the environment Aphrodite's Space-Time Magic was last in, yet different somehow.


Feeling the instinctive tension of the girl hugging him tightly, Leon comfortingly patted her back armor.


Even though he doesn't know what to do next, at least he and Olivia are still alive.


Trying to turn his body, he uses the vision granted by Magic Perception to seek any indicators within the void.


However, when both their bodies just shifted a bit, what entered Leon's magical vision made him feel a profound trembling and shock from the depths of his heart.


Unable to distinguish up, down, left, or right; but if above is indeed overhead now, an immeasurably immense shining crystal screen was suspended above them.


Chapter 361: Blood Sacrifice (Part 2)