Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 479 - 259: The Outcome Is Clear

"This is the will of God!"

The excitement on the faces of the Crusader Cavalry had completely wiped away the fatigue from their bodies.

They cheered desperately, releasing their emotions.

The Holy Spear is a relic of the same rank as the True Cross.

Now, not only has it resurfaced, it has also shown them miracles unseen before, which is more inspiring than His Holiness the Pope holding the fragments of the True Cross and personally addressing them before the battle.

Baron Fulk, who was trying to pull out the broken half of a throwing spear from his shoulder armor, was full of shock and fear.

"The Holy Spear, it’s the legendary Holy Spear!"

His suppressed howl, almost squeezed out from his throat, was filled with remorse and fear: "Heavenly Father above, I have become an enemy of the Holy Spear Guardian..."

Ang——

The roar of the Fire Dragon overhead was filled with anger, its pair of giant eyes staring intently at the crowd surrounding Losa, wings vibrating, ready to swoop down and burn those annoying pests to ashes with its scorching Dragon Flame.

Shemir hurriedly soothed his partner’s emotions: "Don’t be impulsive, buddy, he’s just trying to anger you and make you show a flaw."

"Listen, fly higher, let me check your wound first."

Green light glowed from his hand as he tried to heal the Fire Dragon’s wound.

But as the green light was about to pour onto the Fire Dragon’s wound, a golden divine light suddenly shone, instantly expelling Shemir’s attempted Healing Spell cleanly, and this golden light continued to burn relentlessly.

Pain intensified the anger in the Fire Dragon’s eyes, its already fiery temper ignoring Master Shemir’s advice, plunging down with the temperature in its mouth rapidly rising.

"The Demon Dragon is attacking!"

"It’s not dead yet!"

Of course, it wouldn’t die.

Even Jeanne, with one strike of the Holy Spear, couldn’t cripple this Karelian Fire Dragon, let alone just the Holy Spear thrown by Losa.

If the Life Force could be quantified, Losa’s spear at most took down a quarter of the Karelian Fire Dragon’s health.

But just then.

A red lightning shot out from the Crusader’s camp.

Shemir hurriedly waved his Magic Staff to try to resist, but this lightning, built by Furinjira with the blood of countless dead on the battlefield through the Blood Array, was no easy feat to block.

Red lightning broke through one magic barrier after another.

Finally, it crashed onto the Giant Dragon.

Even though the red lightning had lost much of its Power, it still made the Karelian Fire Dragon feel an indescribable pain, like a terrifying shock to the soul, making it abandon its revenge and rise into the air again.

Losa’s expression was calm, watching the Fire Dragon about to fly out of the battlefield: "Indeed, it’s not dead, but it can no longer pose any threat to us."

A knight blurted out: "But why not just destroy it completely?"

Losa chuckled and shouted: "Yes, indeed. God is all-knowing and all-powerful, but why doesn’t He want to destroy Satan? Is there anything in the world that even God cannot do?"

"Certainly not."

His voice was full of penetration, like a devoted priest preaching passionately.

"That’s because He gives people the freedom to choose between embracing Satan or adhering to true faith."

"Now, Heavenly Father has bestowed upon me the Holy Spear to resist evil, but it does not mean that we can sit idly by, take advantage of the situation, waiting for evil to be driven away by Heavenly Father’s power."

"All the cavalry, knights, and barons favored by Heavenly Father, now, please hold up your lances, longswords, and warhammers, reform your formations, and let the heretics once more witness the true faith and devotion of a true Christian!"

As Losa’s words fell, the cheers rose again like a tidal wave.

Truth be told, Losa didn’t want to present the image of a religious fanatic, but in this era, nothing works better than this.

The Crusader Cavalry began to reform their ranks.

Someone rode up to Losa and asked, "Marquis, what about the Demon Dragon?"

Losa responded without hesitation: "My Attendant will wield the Holy Spear, always intimidating it, making it dare not come a step closer."

Jeanne had already reclaimed the Holy Spear at this point, and vaguely, she could feel the displeased emotion from the Holy Spear, seemingly complaining that the energy Losa infused into it was too fiery, not authentic enough.

She oddly patted the shaft of the Holy Spear and put it away.

The nearby knights occasionally cast fiery glances, seemingly envious that Jeanne had the honor of keeping the Holy Spear for Losa.

Baron Argon rode his mount, trotting over to remind: "Master, no, the Holy Spear can make its holder the greatest Monarch, or make those who lose it lose their lives."

"I haven’t lost it—I entrusted it to the person I trust the most."

Losa joked with a smile: "Baron Argon, I appreciate your loyal counsel, but I believe my ancestor The Great Emperor Charlemagne certainly wouldn’t carry a lance at all times when attending to personal matters."

The Habsburg Family also has the bloodline of The Great Emperor Charlemagne, documented clearly in their ancestry.

Baron Argon also came to his senses, smiling awkwardly: "Sorry, Master, I was too nervous."

Losa watched Baron Argon’s back with a smirk, he was the only Lord under his command who hadn’t undergone a transfer, yet displayed more loyalty than the steadfast system soldiers.

There was some genuine truth, some pretense, but Losa didn’t care, it wasn’t important.

Losa’s face was full of goodwill and respect: "No, I must thank you for your loyalty."

"Baron Argon, can you stay by my side and carry my banner?"

Baron Argon’s face was streaked with mud mixed with sweat, he took the fluttering Double-headed Eagle Banner from the Winged Cavalry behind Losa, with surprise: "Of course, I will, Master!"

Losa nodded slightly, glanced back at the Crusader Cavalry who had already reorganized, and leveled his Riding Spear.

The lances, like a forest, with various flags attached, leveled together with Losa.

In the next moment, the dense sound of hooves resounded like war drums.

"Follow God’s will!"

"For the manifestation of the Holy Spear!"

Hundreds of cavalry, invigorated with immense courage, no longer feared life or death, like the snow-laden Alps, at Losa’s roar, unleashed an avalanche of thousands of tons of snow.

Zahir’s face turned even more unpleasant, he exchanged a glance with Taqidin in the distance, seeing a retreating intention in each other’s eyes.

The morale of both sides had shifted considerably.

"Fire the arrows, don’t fight them head-on!"

Zahir was the first to speak.

"Send those Nubian Cavalry forward, use their javelins to block the enemy!"

Taqidin sighed heavily in the distance, Zahir’s command was expected, a tactic both smart and not so smart.

Smart in sending Nubian Cavalry ahead to die, likely preserving the Kasaji Guard and the Mamluk elite under his command, but it also meant the last bit of courage from these "elites" would disappear completely.

"Are we going to lose again?"

A sense of powerlessness surged in Taqidin’s heart, in the previous clash, the losses of their cavalry far exceeded those of the Crusader Cavalry, with a loss ratio almost one-to-three.

The Crusader Cavalry’s strong armor greatly restricted their mounted archery tactics; in direct confrontation, the versatile Mamluks were inferior to the Crusader Cavalry.

Along with the morale disparity, it amplified their disadvantage infinitely.

He gritted his teeth: "Warriors blessed by the Holy Fire, don’t forget, reclaiming the Holy Land is our innate mission, our numbers surpass the barbaric Franks, our Equipment is equally unmatched, King Saladin is watching us from behind, now is the time to show our courage." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Holy Fire Everlasting, Supreme and Great!"

He roared, instructing them to sound the attack horn again.