Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 405 - 90: Final Battle (Part 1)

On the tower protruding from the city wall, only Losa and some remnants of the Texas Wolf Race remained, with blood and dismembered limbs everywhere. The howls of wolves mixed with the furious shouts of humans, composing a symphony of death.

Although Prajna had dealt with her opponent, the battle was far from over.

On the walls of Wolf Castle, battles were taking place almost everywhere. The enemy’s dual advantage in quantity and quality forced Juliano, who was commanding the defense, to deploy all reserve troops onto the battlefield, except for his own personal guard.

At that moment.

Dozens of werewolves with various fur colors leapt onto the city wall. They were evidently the reinforcements reserved by the Expedition Army, appearing at this critical juncture on a defense line that was already in peril.

The Expedition Army Commander, observing the battlefield situation from afar, frowned. The resilience of these "lowly people" and "rebels" was extraordinarily strong. Just when it seemed they were about to collapse, they managed to stay in their precarious state.

He was forced to reinforce several times, but Juliano clearly had a comprehensive overview, deploying elite members of the Wolf Race whenever the defense line was about to be breached.

"It should end here, Juliano. I don’t believe you still have any reinforcements left now."

The Expedition Army Commander ordered his messenger to blow the horn. Before the war began, the strength comparison between the forces was overwhelmingly disparate.

During the first night’s raid, the Expedition Army and the Texas Wolf Race suffered similar losses.

The difference was that several Centurions from the Expedition Army had died. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

In the process of the recent battle, another dozen Centurions were lost. In this way, half of the Expedition Army’s top combat power had been consumed, a serious blow to their vitality.

Currently, these dozens of elite pure-blooded Wolf Race members were truly the Expedition Army’s last line of power.

The charge executed simultaneously by dozens of pure-blooded Wolf Race created an overwhelmingly terrifying sense of pressure. These hulking Wolf Race members, with an average height of over three meters, were something that these depleted forces of Texas could not withstand.

"Let’s go, old friends. It’s time for us to take to the field."

Juliano sighed, looking at the dozen Wolf Race warriors of his personal guard.

"Clan Leader, are you going too?"

"It’s time to fight for our lives."

Juliano said in a deep voice, "In Wolf Castle, every warrior capable of fighting has been sent onto the wall, the crippled, the cooks, the injured... We are already the last reinforcements."

Sigh—

The Captain of the Guard said no more; the enemy’s last line of reinforcements was led by a strong Centurion, dozens of top-tier pure-blooded Wolf Race members at the level of even the Corner. Compared to their old bones, the disparity was too great.

"Are you afraid?"

Juliano stood tall and pressed his sword at his waist. At this moment, the aura exhibited by the Clan Leader of Basilicata far surpassed that of an ordinary Centurion.

The Captain of the Guard laughed heartily: "Afraid of what? You’re just an old guy who didn’t even get the chance to apologize to Nina before dying. Afraid you’ll not rest in peace even after death."

Juliano’s expression was complex: "Indeed."

He drew his sword and shouted, "Personal Guard, charge with me."

"The Clan Leader is here!"

The Texas Wolf Race, intimidated by the charge of the dozens of pure-blooded Wolf Race members, saw Juliano entering the field himself, their morale slightly rose. But as the hulking werewolves crashed into their formation, this barely lifted morale ultimately couldn’t bridge the immense power gap between the enemy and their own forces.

Wolf Race warriors were killed one after another.

Juliano could only watch helplessly as a personal guard who had followed him for years was torn to pieces under the assault of three werewolves, without any means of saving him.

He faced off against the leader of the pure-blooded Wolf Race.

After several rounds of exchange, he realized the opponent’s strength was extremely formidable, forcing him to focus entirely on the fight.

"Juliano Clan Leader, long time no see."

A sinister smile appeared on the werewolf’s face: "Didn’t expect such a day, did you?"

This was a well-known Centurion of the Salerno Family. Juliano had a conflict with him in his youth, unexpectedly encountering him at this moment.

Juliano had no intention to waste words, and sharp sword light extended a meter away from his longsword. The power of this Great Sword in his hands was formidable; an ordinary elite werewolf would be separated at a blow, but the opponent handled it with ease.

"Hey, you seem anxious. But what can you do about being anxious? The more agitated you are, the less likely you will defeat me."

The werewolf sneered and mocked.

He understood well that if they were to face each other squarely in a formal duel, one-on-one, he wouldn’t be Juliano’s match. But the problem was, this wasn’t a one-on-one situation now. As long as he restrained Juliano, he could make Juliano watch helplessly as his clansmen died before his eyes.

This feeling wasn’t pleasant.

But just then.

Sharp white claws emerged from behind him.

The bright red heart was still beating vigorously.

He tried to turn around to see who had ambushed him, and finally met a pair of eyes as calm as water.

Long dark green hair and a horn, surrounded by thick, almost tangible eerie ghostly air.

Prajna stared at Juliano and said softly, "Master ordered me to aid you; it seems I’ve arrived just in time."

Juliano felt a wetness at his nose. This sudden arrival of reinforcements in such a desperate moment moved him, shaking him despite his deep steadfastness.

...

"Is that all the famous Knight of Radiance has?"

Francisco the Ripper’s mocking voice came from all directions.

The Holy Spear’s lethality towards dark creatures was undeniable. Even though Francisco’s raw power might exceed Jeanne, he wouldn’t escape unscathed if Jeanne, in the Holy Body state, hit him.

But the problem was, the Holy Spear, known for hitting its target, was unable to strike Francisco’s main body.

One by one, Francisco wearing eerie clown masks emerged from the darkness, rushed at Jeanne, each clone possessing a physical presence, looking indistinguishable from his main body.

Plus, the Duel Banner constructed world, its rules naturally favored the opponent.

Even Jeanne’s Holy Spear struggled to trace back through so many hindrances to kill the hidden Francisco.

"If it’s only this much, then I’m afraid I must consider how to add the famous Knight of Radiance of the Dark World to my battle achievements."

He taunted verbally and didn’t relax at all.

He could feel the power of the Holy Spear, and his clones, even as they were at the level of an ordinary Centurion, would turn to ash if touched by the Holy Spear.