Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 584 - 358: Demon Dragon

Losa felt as if sinking into the deep sea, surrounded by darkness.

Only in front of him, not far away, a light flickered.

"Are you up to some trick?"

In the light, he saw a man with his back turned, draped in magnificent Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor, but instead of a helmet, there was a crown encrusted with pearls and jewels.

"Losa, come to me, and I will lend you power to overcome the peril."

The man turned around, revealing a vibrant and spirited visage.

"You're using Maximilian's image?"

Losa chuckled despite himself.

The will housed within the Holy Cross Plate Armor was quite proud, clearly resenting Maximilian for abandoning it yet constantly yearning for its former master.

The man said nothing, only watching Losa as he stepped closer, slowly raising the scepter in his hand.

Just as Losa reached out to take it, the man lifted the scepter three inches higher, making him grasp at air.

"What do you mean?"

"Kneel, Losa, this is the ritual of succession, as a monarch bestows honors upon a knight, and the Pope crowns an emperor."

The smile on Losa's face faded.

"Are you sure?"

"Indeed."

The man appeared calm, as still as an ancient well.

Losa sneered, "According to seniority, I rank higher than Rudolph I, the first emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. Are you sure you want me to kneel before you?"

An awkward expression flashed across the man's face. He paused in silence before shaking his head, "Not the same world, does it count?"

"What do you think?"

Losa retorted.

The man remained silent for a long time, then slowly handed the scepter to Losa: "Go fight."

Losa turned and left without looking back.

...

He slowly opened his eyes.

The holy patterns on the Holy Cross Plate Armor had distorted into inverted pentagrams, reversed crosses, and other symbols.

Life-like black mist coiled around him like serpents.

This ancient Holy Object held for over three hundred years at Saint Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna had now completely transformed into a Magic Artifact.

The Sassari thugs surrounding Losa felt as though they faced a titan of the Dark World, with no hint of resistance, so vast was the gap in their powers.

"Retreat!"

The crowd parted as a blond man in a black coat slowly approached Losa, and observing the pureblood Centurion's attitude towards him, it was clear he was a high-ranking member of the Sassari Family, far from an ordinary thug.

"You can still use dark powers?"

The man asked with great interest.

Losa could sense the terrifying power within him, akin to a dormant volcano, a presence far stronger than any pureblood werewolf revealed last night. Losa doubted even Valentina could defeat him.

Losa asked, "What should I call you?"

"You may call me Victor."

The man approached Losa, his expression gentle, "Losa, I've heard of your name. You fought well last night; the fame of the Flaming Demon Wolf resonates throughout Lombardy—I initially thought you were Saluzzo's hidden secret weapon, but upon reflection, if you were truly a secret weapon, Saluzzo wouldn't let you make such a mess."

Losa remained silent, awaiting further words.

The man folded his arms, slightly furrowing his brow, "Losa, I admit you have some skills, but with the current situation, it's clear we're in the dominant position. Do you truly intend to go head-on with us for that Bologna woman?"

"After causing us such great losses and damaging our reputation, you're still willing to recruit me? That's unlike the Sassari Family's style."

Losa squinted slightly, scrutinizing the werewolf Centurion before him, "You're from the Yakxi Family, aren't you?"

The man snapped his fingers, smiling, "Thinking of that proves you're not a fool. So, I also hope you make a wise choice."

"What choice?"

"Join us, or rather, join our cause; the discerning should know by now, a scattered wolf clan can never rise. Though Saluzzo seems peaceful now, don't forget, there's a Holy Church Knight Order brigade stationed right next to your neighbor Savoy."

"Even if the Apennine States unify, they're just a medium-sized country. Both neighbors, keep a wary eye on us. Continuing internal friction is a path you should know will eventually doom the wolf clan."

"We're going to establish a unified, strong, wolf clan supremacist nation, an unprecedented feat, the first step in restoring the glory of Rome. In such a pivotal moment, your Bologna lady friend, with such talent, only thinks of standing up for a sheep."

Victor's tone was full of sarcasm.

Losa chuckled lightly, "See, you think ordinary people are sheep, and the wolf clan naturally should eat sheep, but haven't you considered how many wolf clan are there in the entire Apennines?"

A small family's numbers often are only dozens, a hundred; a medium family counts in hundreds; only a near-upper werewolf clan like Bologna reaches a thousand. The only family with numbers over ten thousand is the Yakxi Family.

Losa continued, "Using the barely hundred thousand wolf clan to rule over tens of millions of ordinary people, do you think it's feasible?"

Victor was somewhat surprised, "Why not? Haven't we managed thus far?"

"Times are changing rapidly, and the states formed by the ordinary people you call sheep now press upon you like a heavy stone; you should know human potential and their massive population will soon erase the wolf clan's advantage in individual combat."

The wolf clan can be understood as feudal nobility.

Once, noble knights equipped with costly iron armor and warhorses could massacre peasants as if mowing grass, much like the wolf clan.

But now, the widespread use of firearms is quickly erasing the gap between low-tier wolf clan and human armies; many wandering wolf clans, upon reaching cities outside the Apennines, must tuck their tails in fear of being recognized as wolf clan and ostracized.

Victor sneered, "Without the Holy Knight Order, no amount of ordinary people could threaten the Wolf Lord."

Losa shook his head, "But there's no 'if' in this world. Eventually, the wolf clan will no longer be able to dominate humans—rather than continuing the pursuit of wolf clan supremacy, it would be better to seek coexistence."

"It's a pity, I originally hoped to convince you to join us. But now, you seem as backward and laughably weak as those rebellious Basilicata folks, beyond salvage."

Veneto was willing to spend so much time talking, proving he truly wished to recruit Losa.

In terms of large-scale destructive magic, the wolf clan always had a shortcoming, yet in European warfare, large-scale destructive magic is absolutely crucial.

"I'll give you one last chance."

Losa sneered, "It's unnecessary."

"Then die."

Victor erupted instantly, his terrifying muscles tore through his black coat, rapidly growing werewolf fur instantly covered him, two sharp white bone blades sprang from his arms and slashed at Losa's neck.

Black mist immediately formed dragon heads, bearing scales around Losa.

Two dragon heads bit down on Victor's white bone blades from left and right, while other dragon heads gathered demon flames in their mouths, manifesting the Demon Dragon body, connecting with Losa's Dragon Bloodline through the dark powers.