Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 478 - 258: Spear of Destiny

The Holy Spear of Longinus!

The legendary Spear of Destiny!

The faces of the cavalry were filled with disbelief.

Over the years, the Holy Land has been awash with countless true and false legends. Today, someone discovers a Holy Relic; tomorrow, someone claims to have found a Holy Shroud—almost every wealthier pilgrim leaves the Holy Land with one or two "Holy Artifacts" on their person.

But besides the Holy Spear, what other weapon could possess such mysterious and unique patterns and exude such an awe-inspiring sacred aura?

"The Holy Spear is in the hands of the Marquis, it is the will of the Heavenly Father! Today, we are destined to follow the Marquis to drive these damned heretics out of the Holy Land."

"Could the Marquis possibly lie?"

The knights around Losa shouted out loud, more convinced than anyone that Losa was the reincarnation of the Holy Son, the earthly representative of the Heavenly Father’s will.

"Think of the Divine Wood of New Habsburg, think of the Holy Tower that rose overnight in Eira Port, think of the walls of Jorgelisburg—is there any miracle associated with the Marquis worth doubting?"

A noble knight shouted: "I never doubt the divine favor bestowed upon the Marquis, but I’ve heard that the Holy Spear is kept in Saint Peter’s Cathedral in Pope City."

"Fool, don’t you know that the Holy Spear broke into three pieces long ago? Just like the fragments of the True Cross."

The fragments of the True Cross are hidden in the Crusader Camp, in the carriage that carries the massive gilded cross, guarded by a group of Martial Monks. It is the very execution device on which Empire Soldiers nailed Jesus, don’t expect it to be grand.

"How could the Holy Spear break?"

"You can ask Saint Longinus (after piercing Jesus, Longinus was inspired, devoted to spreading Christianity, and was beheaded, hence canonized)."

The explosive news about the Holy Spear in Losa’s hand even made the Crusader Cavalry momentarily forget about the Demon Dragon flapping its wings overhead.

But Losa did not forget.

He raised his voice: "This is the will of the Heavenly Father. He bestowed the Holy Spear upon me to vanquish this evil Demon Dragon born of Satan. For the soldiers fighting for God, I swear to send this hell-born creature back to where it belongs."

"Yes, there’s nothing to fear, don’t forget that the Lord we serve is the legendary Dragon Slayer."

"Legend has it that the bearer of the Holy Spear will become the greatest monarch. Does this mean the Marquis will become the King of Europe?"

Losa’s eyes were fixed on the Demon Dragon above, the golden Holy Flame kindled on his arm under many eyes, spreading over half his body. His mount, Eclipse, let out an uneasy hiss. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As a creature of hell, it feared the Holy Flame.

But it quickly realized that this flame seemed to have life, able to discern friend or foe, and thus settled down.

"Look, the trial of flame that Ascetic Peter couldn’t endure, the Marquis has endured."

"A miracle, this is a miracle!"

The Grand Master of the Hospital Knight Order, Roger from Morin, his lips trembling, crossing himself on the chest repeatedly: "Gerard, did you see? Marquis Losa is not some evil wizard colluding with evil spirits... I even suspect he is the new Holy Son."

Gerard, the Grand Master of the Templar Order, showed a somewhat unsightly face, mumbling quietly that perhaps Losa was using some magic blinding technique, didn’t anyone notice that his armor and mount were not ignited?

It was probably not flame at all!

But Gerard wouldn’t choose to voice such dark thoughts publicly at the moment.

The most important task is to deal with the Demon Dragon driven by these wicked heretics.

The Evil Dragon was getting closer.

Yet it didn’t attack immediately, instead kept circling in the sky—Losa knew, this was because the Giant Dragon needed to dive when exhaling, and this was when its agility was reduced to the minimum.

"In the name of God!"

The Holy Spear in Losa’s hand seemed like a desiccated sponge, his internal power flooding towards it unstoppably like a breaking dam, in the blink of an eye causing it to blaze with scorching Holy Flame, becoming even more glorious and dazzling.

...

On the Dragon Saddle.

Master Shemir showed a thoughtful expression.

The discussions below, despite the distance, did not escape his ears.

"Longinus’ Holy Spear?"

"A Divine Artifact!"

This Divine Artifact filled with Holy Power evidently possessed strong power of breaking evil, indeed resembling an Orthodox Church’s artifact, completely unlike the aura of those few Totem Gods he had defeated before.

Therefore, these Franks’ so-called Cross Sect seemed truly potent.

"Is this your trump card?"

Divine Artifacts are indeed tough, yet Shemir was relieved instead, it’s the hidden knives and arrows that are the most horrifying, for someone of his caster level, Divine Artifacts are not unprecedented.

To put it bluntly, these things are merely items stained with divinity, he had destroyed many Totem Gods and tribal gods, their sacrificial items, even if considered Divine Artifacts, are not rare for Shemir.

But his calm expression quickly vanished.

Because he clearly sensed that the man below holding the Holy Spear, the weapon in his hand, its energy levels were skyrocketing in a blink, already reaching a level that could threaten his life, and were still continuing to surge wildly upward.

Losa had already leaped off the horse, his whole body akin to a stretched bow, following the Holy Spear in his hand which had become a gigantic beam of light in the people’s view, he exerted his force, hurling it out.

"Quick, dodge quickly!"

Shemir urged frantically.

The golden radiance approached so swiftly, but the prepared Fire Dragon at that moment displayed a terrifying agility unmatched by its enormous body, a nimble sidestep left the golden Holy Spear merely grazing its wing, flying into the sky.

"Missed?"

"It actually missed!"

The Crusader Cavalry, originally filled with anticipation, their faces were replaced by deep disappointment.

The Saracen Cavalry opposite cheered like they had won a battle.

"Your God has abandoned you."

"This is the will of the Holy Flame!"

Losa returned to the horse, looking at the crowd’s puzzled and uncertain expressions, shouted: "If it’s God’s will not to let this spear miss, then this spear is the Spear of Certain Hit!"

The next moment.

Golden brilliance flashed across the sky.

Master Shemir, seated on the Dragon Saddle, suddenly turned his head, his face full of astonishment.

Bang—

Golden light descended, piercing through the body of the Fire Dragon, as the rain-like blood scattered in the sky, it ignited into clusters of flames, from a distance, resembling stars falling.

The Saracen Cavalry’s cheers disappeared.

Replaced by the Crusader Cavalry’s earth-shaking shouts: "This is the will of the Heavenly Father, the Heavenly Father’s desire for this spear to nail the Evil Dragon, and thus the Evil Dragon was pierced by the Holy Spear!"

At this moment, no one doubted that the Holy Spear in Losa’s hand was indeed the legendary Spear of Longinus.

Even Gerard hurriedly leapt off his horse, kneeling down for a solemn prayer.

Beside him, Roger, a close friend, only whispered: "Repent, I won’t tell anyone about your previous incorrect assumptions, but you must confess for your baseless suspicions."