he age of cold weapons, they were king.Countless steel balls, propelled by the force of gunpowder explosions, rained down like hailstones. Within its killing radius, anything, human or armored, would...
Chapter 1762 You Are a Rat's Droppings
he age of cold weapons, they were king.Countless steel balls, propelled by the force of gunpowder explosions, rained down like hailstones. Within its killing radius, anything, human or armored, would...