Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 623 - 396: Evil Fruits

Derum was already an experienced Imperial Knight.

Lancing charge, horse control, mounted archery... The newly acquired skills encompassed various domains, as if he had them inherently. Only by experiencing firsthand would one know how the Duke's elite forces, deemed invincible, were assembled from scratch in such a short time.

It wasn't the commonly speculated "magic potion," or a special training method, nor the secret funding from Losa's father, Count Werner, the Duke of Swabia, the Emperor of Germania, or the Empress of the Eastern Empire.

He lined up side by side with his companions and charged into the dark passage.

The "magic potion" enabled him to clearly see, in the passage, a group of malformed wolf monsters gnawing on the corpse of a deceased knight.

Upon hearing his footsteps, they all turned their heads in unison, revealing vicious faces smeared with blood.

Immediately after.

They simultaneously abandoned the feast in front of them and charged madly at him.

"Heavenly Father above, what on earth are these monsters?"

"Don't panic, form a formation! Even if they are monsters, decapitation will still kill them!"

Derum's expression was calm. He shouted orders while positioning the tip of his shield on the ground, standing firmly in place. As the werewolf's strength was exhausted, he struck it with the shield, knocking it down, and with heavy iron boots stomped on its chest, decapitating it with a sword.

His companions were equally relentless, cursing angrily, roaring, yet their movements did not slow down in the slightest. In a brief moment, they slaughtered the malformed werewolves infesting the passage.

"Even monsters are no match for us!"

Derum remained calm, yet there was an indescribable excitement within him. He could sense his power was far beyond that of his past self as a scout knight, a young nomad from the tribe. But he hadn't expected to become this strong.

Bang—

It was like stored oil exploding.

Giant catapults hurled hundreds of pounds of boulders crashing into the castle walls.

Two gigantic beasts followed immediately after.

A horned helmet knight suddenly lifted the stone slab pressing on a young Imperial Knight in front of him, muttering quietly: "Sure enough, can't count on this guy to control his excitement during battle and still heed the lord's advice to 'try not to make too much noise'."

Bang—

Another loud explosion.

The massive werewolf transformed from Venezia was kicked against the wall, his eyes were crimson, filled with excitement and frenzy. Even though he was on the losing side, even though the wounds accumulated on his body increased, he was more excited.

This wasn't the strongest opponent he had encountered since coming to this world, but definitely the most enjoyable one to fight.

"Need a hand?"

The horned helmet knight tentatively asked.

"No, no need. I'll rip it apart myself."

The werewolf's expression was defiant. He slowly got up from the rubble, blood pooling beneath his feet, revealing gruesome wounds and turned flesh, almost disemboweled, exposing damaged organs, yet rapidly healing.

Such is the characteristic of Berserkers.

The more wounded, the stronger they become. The closer to death, the harder they are to kill.

In gaming terms, they are health-bar tricksters. Although their health bar nears zero, the remaining sliver seems as distant as a chasm.

Opposite, Jabri was numb.

He had never seen such an opponent. Clearly, all around inferior in combat power, yet like scorching syrup from boiled dates, stuck to him, trying to crush it only scalded him more intensely, attempting to peel it off only tore off large pieces of flesh.

The rage during the battle gradually dissipated.

He realized his situation was lost.

Even with the magic potion—

And he, being the strongest combat force, was unexpectedly restrained by this "kindred" sent by the enemy.

He lost, utterly.

At this moment, the mocking smile and barely audible "I'll wait for you in Hell" from Kemel seemed to resurface in front of his eyes.

Heh.

Even if defeated, I won't die here.

Not just surviving...

Jabri cast a deep look at Venezia. This kindred bore no curse aura, meaning werewolf curses could be lifted—if not this time, next time, he definitely will seize the method to lift the curse from him.

Whatever doesn't kill me will only make me stronger!

Poor woman, your pathetic curse will not kill me; rather, it shall be the keystone for my Extraordinary Power!

Immediately, he turned and ran without hesitation.

Simultaneously, Venezia also dashed after him like a gray lightning.

Sharp claws left a deep, bone-revealing mark on Jabri's back, but he had no time to care about the injury.

The two werewolves bathed in moonlight, climbed over the city wall one after the other.

Originally, Venezia could barely keep pace with his opponent. But soon, his injuries slowed him down, the distance between them widened, yet Venezia seemed unwilling to give up the pursuit.

Are you kidding me!

Since coming to this world, I, the mighty Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf, have fought like a subordinate every time. Now that I've finally gotten the chance to play the protagonist, if I let the enemy slip away, how will I face my lord, and that "granddaughter" far stronger than I am?

Jabri was not panicked at all. He even glanced back at Venezia who was tirelessly pursuing him, thinking, if he could lure him to a secluded corner, might he seize the method to lift the curse today?

"Fool, do you really think I can't kill you?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

A sinister smile appeared on Jabri's wolf face.

But soon, he found his plan had failed.

Because the "kindred" chasing him relentlessly, as if to pursue him forever, unexpectedly gave up.

"Is that all?"

Jabri's plans failed, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he felt a sense of relief, "You're no better after all."

However, he didn't notice the emotions on Venezia's face were not of anger or frustration, but rather a hint of helplessness and regret.

"What a pity, such a worthy opponent encountered..."

"Almost about to…"

The next moment.

It seemed as if countless monks from monasteries were chanting in unison.

It seemed angels were vibrating their pure white wings in the sky.

It seemed a brilliant sun appeared in the night.

The swiftly fleeing werewolf suddenly froze in place.

Fear, despair, disbelief—these emotions surfaced on this arrogant, cursed-brained, conceited werewolf's face.

"What... is this power?"

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

A golden beam, as if projected from the Celestial Kingdom, pierced the dark night, seemed to split the world, descended upon his head.

Seemingly, in the next moment, his body would be transformed into dust within the endless brilliance.

Even having witnessed it countless times, Venezia's face still revealed a trace of instinctive fear and—admiration.

This is the power of the Knight of Radiance.

This is the Holy Spear.

However.

Jabri did not turn into dust.

The invincible Holy Spear unexpectedly stalled.

On that werewolf, ink-black, darker than this night by a hundred times, a force that even the holy light couldn't illuminate, like a serpent spitting venom, emitted a poisonous but silent roar.

"I won't allow it!"

"I absolutely won't allow this guy to be burned into ashes so easily by you."

"I want him to live forever, tormented to madness, driven insane by the curse, to become a man-eating beast. I want him to wake to the sight of his wife's torn throat, shredded body, no matter how much human flesh he devours, he will always be starved!"

Gradually.

The subsequent force of the holy light seemed to wane.