Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 481 - 261: Breath of the Giant Dragon

Bang——

One by one, the Mamluk cavalry crashed thunderously against the rising black shields.

Blood left jagged grooves on the shield wall.

A drop of blood slid down the patterns of the shield, landing at the edge of the mouth of the Ghost Face Relief—it subtly shifted its eyeballs, and the tongue at the edge of its mouth swiftly licked the blood into its mouth.

The Ghost Face Relief squinted its eyes, revealing a look of enjoyment.

It dared not overdo it and could only steal a taste now and then.

The weak souls floating in the air, once they got close, would be wrapped in the gloomy wind and sucked into the mouth of the Ghost Face Relief.

Before marching, Losa had already instructed this fellow not to make the scene too ugly, or it would be irredeemable—if others found out that his followers were vampires, werewolves, evil spirits...

How could Losa keep up with his holy charades?

His aim in overthrowing Saladin wasn't to replace Saladin and lead a brutal fight on his territory against the Crusaders led by the three emperors in the future.

"What on earth is this creature's origin?"

"My strike of bone drilling clearly hit him, yet he merely paused slightly before resuming his actions."

"Could it be that beneath his human skin lies a giant dragon?"

Mudeliji swung his staff.

Saladin subconsciously covered his ears. The terrifying screeches were like countless evil spirits wailing chaotically at an unseen perspective.

The steed beneath him paced anxiously, and some Kasaji Guards glanced around frequently.

If one looked through a spiritual perspective, they would see evil spirits, like skeletons dragging smoky bodies, passing through the Kasaji Guards.

These were not wicked entities born from the souls of the living in a normal environment, but demons cultivated by Mudeliji through his magic, using living souls as nourishment, akin to day spirits.

They were completely different from the evil spirits known to people.

These evil spirits quickly traversed the battlefield, fearing neither the midday sun nor the soldiers' vigorous blood energy during the battle, like a troop mingled among the Mamluks, charging at Losa.

In Mudeliji's eyes, Losa was not just the leader of the Crusader Cavalry but also the owner of the Holy Spear.

This Divine Artifact, imbued with holy power, had an unignorable restraining effect on him. It's a good thing—otherwise, he wouldn't covet the Holy Spear—but it's also a bad thing because, unlike the fire dragon which survives a hit from Losa with just a moderate injury, he would likely lose half his life if struck once.

In Losa's spiritual vision, countless terrifying spirit bodies among the Mamluk cavalry were howling as they charged toward him.

These creatures were cunning, sensing the oppressive aura of the Ghost Face Shield from afar, thus scattering in all directions, some even mingling with the Crusader Cavalry, bypassing the shield wall to charge at Losa.

Losa had already broken free from Mudeliji's binding spell. As a Dragon Descendant, his magic resistance attribute was inherently high, and with the Destiny Black Dragon immune to a portion of the magic effects, the killing move Mudeliji had prepared was directly weakened to merely a binding spell.

But most of his power was overdrawn into the Holy Spear, and he really had no good way to deal with these evil spirits at the moment.

"Leave it to me."

Prajna's voice was low but clearly reached Losa's ears.

She softly chanted an ancient spell: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth..."

The face on the giant shield wall in front of Losa suddenly froze in expression. Its mouth slowly opened, revealing a dark pathway leading to Hell.

Blackened ground, yellowish springs, stone bridges covered in moss across the riverbanks...

Ivan's mouth gaped wide in shock.

He couldn't see the tide-like evil spirits, to his eyes, this shield wall clearly intended to send them into endless Purgatory.

"This is the road to Hell!"

Baron Fulk's face was filled with terror and regret: "The punishment for defying God's will is here... If we press on, we will plunge into the Fire Prison forever, never to be redeemed. Listen to me, Ivan, we should retreat."

...

Above, sitting on the Dragon Saddle, Shemir showed a slight smile of resignation.

He murmured quietly, "Mudeliji—hey, I've underestimated you."

The fire dragon hovered in mid-air, its gaze filled with ferocity. As a high-ranking Dragon Species, the sky's overlord of Scandinavia, when had it ever suffered such insults? It vowed to incinerate these cunning worms.

Even if Shemir forbade it, retribution was certain; otherwise, how could it cleanse its shame?

Sensing the fire dragon's intense desire for revenge, Shemir gently patted the dragon's head: "Your intent for revenge has long been perceived."

The fire dragon let out a roar in response.

Shemir looked below at the surging army of evil spirits like a tide and sighed deeply: "How could I leave you here alone and depart? You're right, no better opportunity for revenge could come than now."

He had a giant dragon, capable of commanding from higher grounds with strong mobility, and even if the battle was lost, Mudeliji would bear the brunt—such a practitioner of undead magic, full of eerie energy, surely wouldn't dabble in space magic?

The risk was minimized.

"Let's head down, buddy, ready to use your breath to send these Franks all into Purgatory!"

A terrifying magic spiritual light swirled around Shemir.

A bolt of lightning flashed.

In the desert, the rare sound of thunder followed immediately.

The fire dragon gathered an intense heat in its mouth, distorting the surrounding air with its scorching temperature.

...

The army of evil spirits surging from the ground, as soon as they got close, would be sucked into the Hell Gate controlled by Prajna.

But the thunderbolt still made Losa immediately raise his head.

The fire dragon's body came closer and closer.

Losa, also a master of Dragon Breath, naturally wouldn't mistake this as anything but the precursor to the fire dragon's breath—this dragon species, even higher-ranked than the Tyrannical Dragon, once it released its breath fully, it would likely crush the Crusader Cavalry around him in an instant.

But as the giant dragon approached, the Crusader Cavalry not only felt no fear.

Instead, they looked at Losa in unison, with shouts of fervent and excited cries: "For Saint Losa!"

The name was finally called out by the people.

Some Monastic Knights even declared with firm conviction: "The omnipotent, omniscient Father, the creator of all visible and invisible things, was born as a human to save mankind, resurrected to the Celestial Kingdom on the third day after his crucifixion, and will surely come again at the end of times."

"Losa is the new Holy Son!"