Chapter 596: CCXIII. Blood-Colored Silver Moon
The waves of sand ripple like the sea in the Great Desert, while the lone fortress echoes with the winds whispering like thunder.
The setting sun casts a foot of autumn glow, as flames blaze in the city east of the fortress, casting shadows of a flying phoenix.
The Junlin Sword Master, triumphant and unrestrained, roams across the Four Seas.
"I seek not the Lian Chengbi, only the Murdering Sword."
Liszt leapt off the fortress, capturing the Dragon Girl’s waist, awake to wield power over the realm and drunk in the embrace of beauty. Even as a mere pirate, holding supreme authority with a beloved in arms, how could one not lord over the world?
Garscek merely rolled his eyes wildly, unaware of what the concept of the East Sea King truly means—a birthright unparalleled, which even Lao Li had to acknowledge.
However, his stamina was running low, so let him rest for now.
"What ancient version, the Murdering Sword was deleted long ago," he spat.
Fastest on his feet, Rein arrived below Silver Moon City first. The strategic value of dragons was immense. Fafna was an imposter, while the true Garscek of the mountains appeared. Even the formidable Army General of Crocodile Island with his Aran Lion Army was forced to retreat without a word.
Rein walked with hands in pockets, mimicking the stride of K, murmuring, "Satan, Satan, Satan."
Liszt frowned, the audacity of such insolence. Yet, seeing Rein’s condition, if even he couldn’t resist, why not follow suit?