The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

At the corner under the night, with the interweaving of light and shadow, a deeper darkness emerged.


Unexpectedness flickered in Joel Coleman's eyes, and then his brow relaxed as he became excited—


This swordsman, known as the strongest among the younger generation of Inner Bay, acted extremely strange as he spoke.


Not only did a distortion appear on his face, with unprecedented ferocity in his eyes, but he also started gasping heavily.


The next moment, along with the heavy panting, the swordsman known as the strongest of the younger generation in Inner Bay swayed.


Bones, joints, bending at unimaginable angles.


The ferocity in his eyes became almost tangible.


Chapter 858 - Chapter 855 Usurpation II