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!"

Catherine's eyes narrowed, and she twirled her long spear in her hand.


The unique "Power of Suffering," washing over Freeman's fragmentary form with ripple after ripple—In the next moment, Freeman, already impaled through the throat, began to boil from that point downwards.


Flesh and bone bubbled as if made of water.


Veins burst from his forehead and temples.


The pain was so intense, Freeman wished he could die immediately.


I'll make you regret coming into this world!"


Catherine enunciated each word, as the "Power of Suffering" grew even more violent.


The point was, Catherine was manipulating the "Power of Suffering" to awaken Freeman's memories, determined to drag the person behind the scenes out—


"Is it worth enduring such pain for your original goal?"


Chapter 671 - Chapter 668: Poop Fighter!