Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 482 - 262: Dragon War
"You all really have faith in me."
The shadow descending from above grew closer and closer, and Losa could clearly see the soft scales on the belly of the Karelian Fire Dragon, with the light blazing brighter in the cracks as if flowing with lava, making even the air he inhaled scorching hot.
He pulled out a bottle of dark blue, molasses-like potion resembling "Blue Moon" from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down without hesitation.
What was more important, his most elite unit, or maintaining his "Holy Son image"?
For Losa, this was not a difficult decision to make.
Losa forcibly suppressed the urge to retch. This Spiritual Recovery Potion made by Anna was indeed effective, but the taste was truly dreadful.
His spiritual power, which had nearly dried up, began swelling once again, like a gushing spring. Simultaneously, under Losa's armor, triangular dragon scales started to emerge, and the ethereal shadow of a Black Dragon rose behind him, reaching toward the sky.
But the Giant Dragon overhead was evidently not intimidated by the shadow released by Losa.
It opened its blood-red mouth, with furious, blazing flames gathering in its throat.
"Jeanne, stop that Giant Dragon!"
Losa shouted loudly.
He was still recovering his power, and the Spiritual Recovery Potion, no matter how fast it took effect, was not instantaneous. That is to say, attempting to recreate the scene of "clashing waves" with the Black Dragon as before was simply impossible now.
Even before Losa could speak, Jeanne was already moving.
She knew that at this moment, the only one she could rely on was herself.
She raised the Holy Spear high in her hand, the golden radiance reflecting her entire being like an angel from mythical legends.
The Gungnir Holy Spear's built-in sniper effect gave the Karelian Fire Dragon it targeted a thorn-like sense of threat on its back.
But the successive incidents had long scattered the Fire Dragon's reasoning. Now it had only one thought in its mind: to unleash the Dragon Flame, brewed for so long and repeatedly interrupted, upon the group of pathetic insects below!
"Can Knight Jeanne actually use the Holy Spear?"
"Did Lord Losa grant Knight Jeanne the duty of the Holy Spear Guardian?"
Amidst the radiant brilliance.
Jeanne's back vaguely revealed golden Light Wings, with the terrifying augmentation of the Holy Body making the Holy Spear in her hand far more powerful than when wielded by Losa.
But Shemir on the Fire Dragon's back was no pushover.
Though he was amazed by the awe-inspiring presence of the Holy Spear in Jeanne's hands, his hand movements were precise, deploying one Defense Array after another, covering him and the Fire Dragon from every angle like translucent egg shells.
"Go ahead and unleash your fury..."
Shemir quietly murmured.
The Fire Dragon, filled with pent-up anger, would certainly not hesitate. The Dragon Breath, brewed to be even more terrifying than the usual, capable of melting the sand and stones of the battlefield, roared out from its mouth.
The flying Holy Spear pierced through layer upon layer of Magic Shields.
Shemir clenched his teeth, waving his Magic Staff to command all the Magic Spiritual Light around. The abundant magic power waves turning into a whirlwind made his hair and clothes flutter wildly.
Having one foot stepping into the Legendary Domain, he put all his energy into defense at this moment, making it impossible for Jeanne, who had already used the Holy Body, to penetrate this barrier in a short time.
Boom!
The terrifying blaze exploded in the sky.
Like a sudden firework bursting forth, it was filled with awe-inspiring beauty.
Following that was the furious roar of the Giant Dragon.
A figure, tiny compared to the vastness of the Fire Dragon, descended slowly before Losa.
Losa's eyes widened.
A battle-worn Chelina, with dust covering her cheeks, clothing, and shoes, looked utterly disheveled, except for those amber eyes, still filled with the kind of wildness and defiance that belonged to the Wolf Race.
At the very moment Chelina arrived at the battlefield, she threw the Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger in her hand, creating a fissure in the nearly breached Magic Barrier targeted by the Holy Spear. The invisible Wind-Controlling Sword Qi followed through this crack and slashed the body of the Giant Dragon.
It left a faint scar, insignificant against its colossal form.
Yet it was this seemingly inconsequential scar that triggered the Throat Choking Hand effect of Chelina, causing the Dragon Flame that the Fire Dragon was about to spew to completely subside, even causing a self-detonation due to the timely interjection.
"Indeed, heroes always appear in the nick of time,"
Losa remarked with some amusement.
He hadn't anticipated Chelina to rush over from Gaza so quickly. According to the communication through the Double-headed Eagle Badge, she had just finished a fierce battle over there.
Traversing all the way here was arduous, not to mention the remaining combat strength still being a matter of concern.
"I..."
Chelina's body swayed slightly as she stood, with double vision already appearing in her eyes.
Losa hurried forward to catch Chelina.
"Alright, leave the rest to us now."
Losa lifted Chelina's somewhat frail body. He raised his head to look at the Fire Dragon overhead. On the mundane battlefield, they had already gained an absolute advantage. To win this war, they just needed to deal with this Fire Dragon.
In the camp, Furinjira, having gathered her strength again, raised her hand and threw the red light ball she had condensed into the sky.
Not far from the battlefield, on the almost destroyed castle under the relentless bombardment from the Saracen catapult, the Drip Mouth Beasts, acting as waterways atop the castle, suddenly came alive.
The stone skin on their surface cracked open layer by layer.
These Guardian Beasts, known as Stone Gargoyles, unfurled their wings at this moment. Brought to life by Furinjira's Blood Magic, they quickly transformed into fearless War Machines, flapping their wings to charge at the Fire Dragon.
Prajna held up the Black Shield. Beneath her snow-white skin, it seemed like snakes were writhing, with the malicious Spirit Bodies sucked into the Ghost Gate, casting their final curses and venom upon her before being devoured by the Ghost Face Shield.
This power, lacking any special manifestation yet extremely deadly and capable of killing invisibly, was rapidly deteriorating Prajna's state.
Saladin looked at Mudeliji beside him, this Evil Mage hailing from an African Tribe, had eyes sunken into utter darkness, no whites remaining, making the whole man appear incredibly eerie.
He gnawed his teeth, cautiously maintaining the delicate balance of power within his body.
On the one hand, he needed the Evil God's power to obtain the Holy Spear.
But on the other hand, he worried about the infiltration of the Evil God's power. If it exceeded certain thresholds, even to the extent that not even the Holy Spear, this Divine Artifact filled with Holy Power, could purify without purging him in the process.
