Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 348 - 38: Dragon Hunt! (Part 2)

To be precise, it didn’t disappear but was fully absorbed into his body.

"What on earth is this Beast Spirit?"

The Fourth Prince’s heart was filled with shock. Between the white mountains and black waters, there was no such terrifying mountain beast spirit.

In comparison, even the finest Mountain Monarch among beast spirits was utterly insignificant.

He watched as the "Beast Spirit" slowly emerged from the flames, seemingly holding a Long Spear. With each step, the ground beneath would crack instantly, and the flames trailing behind danced like his cloak.

The Fourth Prince gritted his teeth. No matter how fierce and bold a Jin warrior might be, they could hardly muster any ferocity against such a beast.

But as the Fourth Prince of the Great Jin Kingdom, son of Wanyan Aguda, he refused to lose his prestige in front of mere Song people, stubbornly straightening his chest and picking up a Warhammer.

The Beast Spirit’s step suddenly paused, as if looking at him, or perhaps not.

Beside him, several personal guards emitted a series of tiger roars from within their bodies. They all bore Mountain Monarch totems, warriors able to borrow the divine power of the Beast Spirit.

Losa’s eyes remained fixated on Jin Wushu.

To be precise, he wasn’t looking at him, but at the Destiny Black Dragon behind him. From Losa’s Dragon Bloodline, a deeply craving emotion was being conveyed, a reaction usually reserved for confronting other dragon species.

But could this Destiny Black Dragon be considered a dragon?

Or perhaps this Western dragon is related to the Eastern Dragon Qi?

Or does the Dragon Bloodline’s ability to absorb Dragon Blood extend beyond the dragons of Losa’s world, to include this Destiny Black Dragon from the "Yesterday’s Giant Ship" world?

A myriad of speculations flashed through his mind in an instant.

He knew these thoughts were useless.

The priority now was to slay this Jin Wushu and those Jin warriors, faintly projecting Hanging Eye White-Fronted Tiger shadows, squatting before the Destiny Black Dragon, paving the way for the king.

"Do you also dare to call yourselves Mountain Monarchs?"

A glint of disdain flashed across Losa’s eyes, uncharacteristic of his usual cautious nature, yet he didn’t recognize this change.

"Crouching before dragons like lackeys, where is your Mountain Monarch majesty?"

Mockery slipped from Losa’s lips, yet his steps didn’t pause at all, steadily closing in on Jin Wushu.

"Fourth Prince, this Song general is fierce; please retreat quickly!"

Urgency pervaded the guards’ voices.

Jin Wushu shook his head: "I will watch from here."

Though unwilling to flee before the Song people, losing the prestige of a Jin Kingdom Fourth Prince, this wasn’t why he didn’t immediately turn to escape—earlier, the Jin Kingdom was nothing but savages in the white mountains and black waters, with no such concerns.

This was because he knew that his guards, who, with the Shaman Priest’s help, borrowed totem power and contracted with the four Mountain Monarchs of Changbai Mountain, could draw on Mountain Monarch power, only stood courageously before this "fierce creature" because his Dragon Qi countered the pressure exerted by it.

If he left, the Dragon Qi would not oppose the pressure, and even if the guards remained, their courage lost, they would have no chance of victory.

In that situation, escaping alone and being caught meant inevitable death.

Better to stay and fight this fierce creature.

Moreover, he, Jin Wushu, was no ordinary person. In terms of single combat, he was only slightly inferior to Zamuhu. He had confidence he could delay until Zamuhu and his lieutenants came to aid.

Soon enough, the fierce creature approached.

Flames circled his edged weapon.

A tiger roar was heard.

A Mountain Monarch shadow, crouching before the Destiny Black Dragon, charged up alongside a guard to intercept.

Yet with just one encounter, the Mountain Monarch shadow uttered a heartrending howl, shattering and dissipating into nothingness.

In reality, it was Losa’s sword, sweeping down from above, coupled with the sharpness of the Shining Cross Sword and the restraint of the flames over mundane metal and iron, splitting the guard down the middle with one blow.

There was no splattering blood or spilling organs.

The cleaved guard turned instantly into a torch, emitting a nauseating stench of burnt flesh that melded with the air’s existing odor, chilling the remaining guards to their cores.

Losa continued forward.

His steps steady and unhurried, caring not if Jin Wushu might escape.

But Losa’s momentum, in this slow advance, steadily increased, much like knights at the onset of a charge.

"Kill!"

Two guards let out a fierce roar.

One left, one right, they charged at Losa.

Their long swords, iron maces, along with their iron armor, were enveloped in a layer of golden light—this was the Mountain Monarch’s bestowed "Power of Metal and Iron," capable of breaking through spirits and demons!

But Losa was no spirit or demon.

The flame extended, lengthening the Shining Cross Sword’s blade. He swung outward, the Flame Sword sweeping alongside him, carrying extreme high temperatures towards the two.

Clang—

The sound of metal and iron clashing resonated.

With the protection of Mountain Monarch power, they didn’t meet the same fate as the first unlucky man, slain in a single encounter due to the silence effect of "Throat Crusher" talent Losa used.

And.

Their initially heavy hearts slightly eased.

Realizing that, despite intimidating flames and fearsome demon fire, the true strength of the fierce creature wasn’t very formidable—in fact, the power was at most equivalent to theirs.

Losa knew this as well.

His strength foundation was too weak, while the two enemies before him had a Power Attribute likely reaching two hundred points. Even with Bloodfall and Half-Dragon Transformation’s boost, he barely equaled them.

Unless he truly transformed into a Giant Dragon, such a mutation would exponentially enhance his strength.

Like a Wizard using advanced Transformation Technique to become a Giant Dragon, the originally weak body immediately gains the immensely formidable power of a Giant Dragon, unbound by initial feeble strength constraints.

But his real strength didn’t lie in power.

Unbothered by being blocked by the two, nor the imminent strike of their weapons, Losa seemed intent on going down with them, effortlessly counter-swinging a sword.

Clang—

Their blessed-with-Power-of-Metal-and-Iron long swords and iron mace struck Losa’s body without budging him an inch, leading to the beheading of a guard by Losa’s sword.

This was a talent derived from Prajna.

Immediately, the other guard, witnessing Losa’s remarkably strong defense, paled, abandoning thoughts of attacking Losa again, opting for exhausting defense instead, reluctant to strike further.

Yet persistent defense surely incurs mistakes.

Moreover, during combat with Losa, he faced extreme temperatures of terrifying heat.

The last guard, noticing his ally’s fatigue, quickly joined the fray. The corner of Losa’s mouth curled into a mocking sneer.

He raised his hand high, a golden stream converging in his palm.

"Holy!"

Golden light gathered, flames surged.

A Holy Spear, blazing fiercely, flew from Losa’s hand, directly striking Jin Wushu behind the two men.

You killed the special dragon species lifeform, the Fourth Prince’s Destiny Black Dragon.

Your Dragon Bloodline Awakening Level has increased,

You acquired a special talent: Destiny Black Dragon.

Effect: You gain extra Destiny protection, immune to stray arrows on the battlefield.

Immune to ordinary demons, spirits, and ghosts.

As declared by fate, so it shall be.

Note: You will be bound to your affiliated power; the stronger your affiliated power, and the higher your status within it, the stronger your Destiny Black Dragon becomes.

Losa staggered a few steps forward, feeling utterly drained before collapsing to the ground, gasping for air.

The ground was laden with black ash—human, horse, foe, and ally—all burned to indistinguishable cinders, intertwined without discrimination.