Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 871 - 95: The Anglo-Saxons’ Despair

Someone still couldn’t believe the scene before them and looked around: "Where are Duke William and Duke Louis? And the Holy Shield Knights? They must have used the Teleportation Array to leave, right?"

The leader of the Royal Mage Corps shook his head and said, "No one can perform a spatial teleportation under the power of such Dragon Flame."

The atmosphere grew more oppressive.

Someone exclaimed: "Does that mean they’re all dead? Impossible, that’s an entire squad of Holy Shield Knights! Even compared to the King’s Shield Guard, their defense wouldn’t be much stronger!"

"Yes, impossible. The two of them were considered the most promising Casters to step into the Legendary Domain this century. How could they just be gone like that?"

Not only did the fall of two high-status figures who had never looked at them directly send a shiver down the royal mages’ spines, but even more terrifying was the dreadful regenerative power displayed by the Demon Dragon. Despite their formidable attack, it only took moments for the creature to restore itself completely.

How can we fight this?

In the sky, over two hundred Knights, Clergy, and Casters all had the feeling that, in fact, the enemy was the more populous and mighty side.

The Lone Star Banner, scheduled for removal today from above Wolf Castle, still fluttered high, while in contrast, the Union Jack burned amidst the flames of war.

At this time, a beast comparable to the London also slowly flapped its wings and approached.

This time, no one considered its slow flight speed as a moving target. Though it flew slowly, the oppressive feeling it brought was like the footsteps of death approaching, getting closer, yet there was nowhere to escape.

"Hurray! Praise the great Dragon God!"

"Praise Lord Losa, praise the Guardian Dragon God!"

Inside the mountain city, Texans rejoiced fervently. Many common people knelt devoutly, contributing their Power of Faith to be absorbed into the Demon Dragon’s body.

The Demon Dragon seemed to respond with an ethereal screech.

"Master?"

Standing above the mountain city, Furin was finding it difficult to determine the true nature of this enormous Demon Dragon, and tentatively greeted it.

The Demon Dragon slightly turned its head and nodded in a human-like manner, then opened its gigantic mouth filled with rock-colored fangs, with ominous Dragon Flame conjuring inside.

Furin immediately understood, feeling quite pleased, as she transformed all the powers from the Blood Demon Array into the Power of Binding, aiming to capture the ships and Extraordinary in mid-air.

She couldn’t help but feel a bit proud, thinking that today, she is the only one qualified to fight alongside the Master.

...

At the mountainside, Cherinae was tending to Valentina’s wounds.

One of her arms had been struck by the enemy’s Holy Artifact, nearly completely carbonized and had to be amputated, but thanks to the Wolf Race’s regenerative power, it would soon grow anew.

At this moment, the two of them and dozens of Saluzzo Assassins were all gazing at the newly emerged Demon Dragon in the sky. The pressure it exuded was so overwhelming that it felt like everything, even the mountains, belonged to its Domain, and the whole world must obey its will.

This Legendary Ancient Dragon, regardless of era, is considered a calamity-level Fierce Beast.

Valentina felt a bit broken: "Good grief, we fought tooth and nail, and didn’t realize you had such a strong trump card hidden away. If you had taken it out earlier, maybe the British wouldn’t even have the confidence to continue fighting?"

"I don’t recognize it..."

Cherinae felt uncertain, as the aura of this newly emerged Demon Dragon seemed both unfamiliar and familiar.

"As long as you don’t recognize it, I thought it was one of Losa’s forms, which would be terrifying."

Valentina breathed a sigh of relief, reminiscing about when they sparred long ago, she was clearly in the lead, only to discover upon arriving at the New Continent that this fellow had an endless number of hidden cards.

"But I have a hunch, it is the Master."

Though Cherinae was merely guessing, she spoke with certainty.

Valentina’s smile froze for a moment before she asked again: "By the way, is your Tower of Babel recruiting now? I don’t ask for the same treatment as you; as long as Losa helps the Saluzzo Family secure a territory the size of Texas, I’ll warm his bed."

Cherinae couldn’t help but open her mouth slightly but before she could speak, Valentina raised a finger to silence her: "Relax, I’m joking. I’m not interested in sharing the same one with you, my good sister."

The Saluzzo Assassins broke into laughter at her teasing, but actually felt a bit disappointed in their hearts, knowing that their lady’s charm...

...

"Admiral George, have you seen that Demon Dragon?"

"Of course, Marshal."

"Then why haven’t you dispatched those Dragon Slayers?"

"But the Dragon Slayer Crossbow has lost its arrows, Marshal."

"Try again."

"Are you sure?"

Admiral George couldn’t help but advise: "Have you forgotten the great cost we paid to kill the Red and Black Tyrant? Even if the Divine Artifact given by the Ottomans worked, can we afford the same cost again?"

"What is your suggestion?"

Admiral George could sense the coldness and anger in the other’s voice, but remained firm: "Cease the war. We’ve lost, and securing a dignified outcome is most urgent. The Texans have proven they deserve this mineral vein."

"No, impossible!"

Marshal Julian roared angrily, having led the Expedition Army, he not only lost the Iron Duke, a symbol of the Empire, but also suffered numerous casualties and had his requests for aid repeatedly denied.

Including today’s events, with two high-status, exceptionally talented, future potential Legendary Masters among the Empire’s nobility fallen.

The outcome was a disastrous defeat, especially in front of allies. Even if Debang and the Empire were indispensable to each other and destined to stand together, the details of who leads and who follows are intricate.

Under such circumstances, he feared that he wouldn’t even have the chance to be exiled to the New Continent, but would face a military tribunal directly.

The enraged Marshal ignored noble decorum, and began to curse vehemently on the other end of the communication line: "Do you think you’re the only one shielded from consequences? George, I refuse to repeat my commands!"

"Then, as you wish."

George sighed deeply, looking at the Holy Knight next to him, the so-called Dragon Slayer. The previous user of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow was already dead, but now a new one had been promoted.

His existence was merely precautionary, as even Admiral George never believed the Texans truly had a dragon.

Admiral George looked at the Dragon Slayer: "I am very sorry..."

The Dragon Slayer made a cross gesture over his chest and smiled: "Admiral, you needn’t feel guilty towards me. This is the sacred mission granted by the Heavenly Father. The Demon Dragon will surely meet its end. Blessed be the Empire, blessed be the Queen."

"Blessed be the Queen..."

Admiral George awkwardly saluted in return, and then watched the Holy Knight holding the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, without looking back, mount a pegasus and soar towards the clouds.

The Dragon Slayer made a cross gesture over his chest and smiled: "Admiral, you needn’t feel guilty towards me. This is the sacred mission granted by the Heavenly Father. The Demon Dragon will surely meet its end. Blessed be the Empire, blessed be the Queen."

"Blessed be the Queen..."

Admiral George awkwardly saluted in return, and then watched the Holy Knight holding the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, without looking back, mount a pegasus and soar towards the clouds.