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

In the brightly lit cabin of the airship, located in a relatively safe place, Leon's sense of fatigue intensified a bit as his inner tension slightly relaxed.


If being in this world felt like struggling to breathe underwater, then the energy drained earlier by shooting down the helicopter with a Thunder Spear only aggravated that feeling.


He was about to find the weariness impossible to suppress, so he had to look around the cabin to distract himself.


The local warriors dressed in brown bulletproof armor were secretly observing him and Olivia, yet the language barrier made communication difficult.


Leon made a gesture of eating towards the commander of the previous soldier.


The man paused, then understood, and fumbled out several packets of vacuum-sealed food, handing them to Leon.


Ripping open the packet and gnawing on the military rations, Leon handed a few to Olivia, while also asking the elderly man on the other side of the communicator who understood Lorelette Language:


Chapter 368: The Breathing Plague