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Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Salty Fish Pilot · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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405 Chs

Chapter 260 Blood-colored Dusk

"Ah!"

With the combined power of the "Ancient Witch's Golden Necklace" and the "Bodor Candle," Shard's Silvermoon Slash nearly split the man's head in two.

But he did not die. As he screamed, he managed to block the weak stab from Miss Annette's dagger with his sword. Then, his body leaped upward, sticking to the canopy like a huge bat, attempting to fly out of the room.

However, no matter how fast he flew, he could not outpace the light. A curved Light Blade chased him from behind and sliced down the massive shadow that had taken flight.

The man crashed heavily to the ground, the bloody longsword in his right hand dissipated, and the "Maze Candle" in his left rolled to the side. The blood mist exuding from him forced Miss Annette to retreat.

"No, no, I cannot be wounded here! That tree... No! Damn it! I cannot be wounded here."

"Detective, his condition is off. Be careful."