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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 · Du hí
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Chapter 272 Sacrifice

Reddish bloodlight shot from the ground into the night sky, forming a peculiar red pillar of light, illuminating the night of Tobesk. Thick blood mist surged in all directions, and within just a few minutes, the whole city was engulfed in blood fog.

People fell into a deeper slumber amid the sweet scent of blood, as the moon was obscured and the starry sky no longer twinkled. Only the Circle Sorcerers who realized something was amiss from the very start managed to stay awake in the rapidly spreading blood mist. However, the mental pressure from the imminent complete appearance of the Saint directly assaulted the Transcendents' exceptionally sensitive senses, and no one could endure for long.

In the cemetery of the outskirts, Mr. Copus stood at the door of the Tomb Guardian's cottage with a coffin on his back, quietly watching the red blood mist drift towards him;