
About This Novel
In this world where battleships and technology coexist, mystery still exists and the past remains eternal. In the radiance of the cross, the flames of the gallows burn the immortal witch. In the dragon's fiery purple breath, the dragon slayer's sword shattered the hard skull. The giant ship is roaring, the devil is whispering; the gods are ringing the death knell, and the throne of blood is raging. Who fosters mystery and illusion in God's corrupt temple? In the fortress of Demonic Whispers, who opened the dusty door? In the babble of virtuality and reality, light and darkness intersect with each other. In the deception of truth and falsehood, the intertwined music of ice and fire. Who is praying for the coming of the old days? Who is it that fantasizes about the dust of gods? In this world of virtuality and reality, truth and falsehood, the rulers of the past opened their eyes of illusion. The old days will rise and the gods will come. I looked at the dim world and wrote my own story.
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