Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 347 - 38: Dragon Hunt!

The armored warriors in land battles mainly resembled the Song army’s foot soldier armor because many armor plates they wore were sourced from Tokyo’s armory.

In reality, they were things of the same kind.

The Zha Armor they wore weighed over sixty pounds, and its defense was not inferior to the Varangian Guard, who wore multiple layers of chain armor, only slightly lesser than the full body plate armor of the Imperial Knights, though it was far more cumbersome.

Yet, no armor, no matter how solid, could withstand the charge of a lance.

More and more cavalry, led by Jeanne, pierced through the dragon steeds’ barricade, thrusting the lance into their chests.

The lances long broken were replaced with wolf fang clubs, flails, and other weapons, using the warhorses’ high-speed momentum, often killing these aggressive armored warriors in a single blow.

The armored warriors, having lost their steeds, though still brave, without forming ranks, were like tigers that had lost their claws and teeth, with only a tail left that had some power, yet were utterly unable to resist the cavalry’s charge.

This battle is decided!

An armored warrior commander, skillful in martial arts and wearing a face-covering helmet, swung a wooden hammer at Jeanne.

Yet, before the hammer could strike, Jeanne’s divine steed raised its forehoof and kicked his chest, the chest bone visibly caved in, then Jeanne’s holy spear pierced through his golden mask and straight out the back of his head.

When ordinary people speak of war, not having seen it with their own eyes, they likely always find it incredibly romantic, mentioning the generals killing with lances, feeling more captivated, wishing to take their place.

But Jeanne only felt sticky.

Sticky palm.

Blood streamed down the lance shaft, soaking her iron gloves; the holy spear does not stain with blood, a flick is enough to clean it, but gloves are not.

Seeing the situation is settled, Jeanne leisurely turned to look at the Imperial Knights led by Losa.

Only to find that the double-headed eagle banner waving had been submerged by the dragon steeds swarming like a tide.

She clenched her fist.

In her heart, although she had expected this outcome, it still ached suddenly.

A heart-wrenching pain.

"General Losa, lacking in skill, when I return, I must mock you thoroughly before your face."

Appearing to be standing there in a daze, when a dragon steed commander assaulted from the side, she casually stabbed him to death as if having eyes on the side.

Everyone on the city wall only saw the famous armored warriors and dragon steeds, usually playing the role of butchers, now being slain instead, falling in sheets, dying, a sense of disenchantment arose within them.

So, the people of Jin Kingdom aren’t invincible after all!

At this moment.

But in the distance.

A "bang" sound was heard.

Much like a fuel tank explosion, ignited by a flammable object, producing a blast.

Followed by.

Terrifying flames erupted suddenly.

The fire surged like the legendary river flowing with blazing oil, in an instant, calm turned to sky-burning flames.

This fire erupted amidst the dragon steeds clustered around the Jin Kingdom’s red-black banners in the distance, and in no time, screams, exclamations, the crackling sound of burning wood, and faintly an angry dragon’s roar, plunged the chaotic battlefield into further disorder.

Everybody on the city wall was dumbfounded.

The County Captain racked his brains, could only think of these two words—overwhelming, burning mountains and boiling seas.

In that flame, a silhouette could still vaguely be seen, like a demon god bathing in fire.

Liu Bowu stared at this scene dumbfounded: "Is this demon technique, or a monster?"

The County Magistrate declared sternly: "Regardless of demon or monster, killing Jin people is... a miracle."

The County Magistrate, eyes reflecting the fiercely burning flames, seemed to see Tokyo in the sea of fire, those faces of the wronged souls slaughtered by Jin soldiers.

He saw his earnest mentors, cherished friends and relatives, that desperate wail before death.

"Burn, send all these Jin people to hell."

He clenched his fists, only feeling that figure within the eerie flames, like Zhurong descending upon the world.

Below the city.

The armored warriors and dragon steeds, still fighting, were shaken deeply, especially the armored warriors, as personal soldiers of Jin Wushu, once the commander dies in battle, if they survive, it is not only a massive disgrace, but an enormous crime!

Yet at the moment, they are caught in a two-front attack, nowhere to spare hands for a rescue.

And this rescue, they do not even know where to start.

Armor, no matter how strong, cannot possibly withstand those overwhelming flames?

...

Within the flame, Losa and the Imperial Knights were long gone, along with the dragon steed that intercepted them.

Evidently, only a creature over two meters tall remained, enveloped in flames, wings sprouting from its back, horns grown from its head, looking more like a demon than a dragon, breathing fierce fire.

This indeed is Losa, only he can be like a godling in fire, undying in flames.

Admittedly, he underestimated the compound reaction produced by "half-dragon transformation" and "King of Volcanoes."

The two combined, causing the ground underfoot to start cracking.

He truly and genuinely borrowed the divine power belonging to the "King of Volcanoes," as the dragon flame he now unleashed was even more terrifying than the genuine Tyrannical Dragon.

Nearby, there was long no living being left.

He lifted his head, on his face covered with dragon scales, his visage could still faintly be seen, and the demon dragon that seemed to be perched behind him, as if with crown-like horns atop its head, shining black scales, had also disappeared.