Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 406 - 91: Final Battle (Part 2)

In the duel arena shrouded in darkness, one after another of monstrous creatures wearing clown masks emerged from the shadows, wielding claws, swords, spears, and halberds, like moths drawn to a flame, consumed entirely in Jeanne’s Holy Flame.

Jeanne spread her wings, the tips of which scattered golden luminescent specks.

The skin, powerful and strong, adorned with golden patterns, made her appear more like the Blazing Angels from myth and legend.

"You are quite formidable."

"Whether it’s your own skill or relying entirely on the two divine artifacts you wield, even among those dark creatures I dealt with at my peak, you would rank in the top ten."

Francesco laughed, "Thank you, Lady Jeanne, for the compliment. I am truly flattered."

"So eliminating you wouldn’t be a loss."

"Hey, what are you planning to do?"

Jeanne’s tone gave Francesco a sudden and intense sense of unease deep within his heart.

Immediately, he saw Jeanne’s body begin to disintegrate into golden light, blending into the Holy Flame that enveloped her, swiftly illuminating the entire dark duel arena with its golden glow.

"You’re insane!"

Francesco’s face, full of teasing, suddenly turned to terror. He never thought that just saying a few trash words would provoke this Knight of Radiance to burn her own life to fight him.

"I was just in the top ten. Did you burn your life just because you disagreed with those dark creatures stronger than me?"

Jeanne’s mocking laughter sounded, "Because I hold you in high regard, Ripper."

Turning her speech, she began to recite sacred prayers, the speed of her body’s burning gradually accelerated. In just a short while, her lower half had already become virtual, turning into blazing golden Holy Flame.

After activating the Holy Body, Jeanne’s entire being became composed of Holy Power, no longer flesh and blood. Thus, burning all of this Holy Power became her Elite First Stage’s most formidable killing move—perish with the enemy!

"You unreasonable madwoman."

Francesco gritted his teeth, the clown mask on his face moving as if alive, enveloping his entire body and transforming into a suit of silver armor, blocking the searing of the Holy Flame.

This level of Holy Flame, its color nearing white, even without touching him, merely being illuminated by it, would cause intense pain akin to being splashed with acid to a dark creature like him.

"Such a familiar feeling."

Jeanne raised her hand, golden flames igniting from each of her fingers. A trace of derision appeared on her face, "This level of pain is insignificant compared to what I endured when I was still mortal."

The Holy Spear lifted high.

"Face judgment, sinner."

The golden angel blazing with Holy Flame, wielding a Holy Spear engraved with sacred inscriptions, sweeping around like a beam of light.

...

The blazing Breath of the Demon Dragon engulfed the entire castle head.

Without Prajna’s assistance, Losa was left alone, and alongside him, the Texas Wolf Race Centurion had died, decapitated by an enemy Wolf Race Warrior wielding a Double-Bladed Axe.

On his side, he encountered an adversary he could hardly match even with Half-Dragon Transformation. Despite the power of Dual Flame Divinity-enhanced Breath of the Giant Dragon, it struggled to achieve significant effect against such a nimble and small opponent.

Now, he was merely a caged beast struggling.

Any delay he could cause would alleviate some pressure on the main battlefield.

The sound of howling winds approached.

Losa, in the midst of spewing Dragon Breath, had to cease his action, turn his head to dodge, a silver spear nearly embedded in the wall behind him, a slight delay would have resulted in being pierced through the head.

The Wolf Race Warriors, covered in burns, rushed toward Losa under the leadership of two Centurions.

At that moment, the blood on the ground suddenly flowed in a strange manner, each puddle resembling a bottomless lake, from which crimson arms formed purely of bloodwater extended, attempting to drag the Wolf Race Warriors above into them.

The more they struggled, the deeper they sank, and the longer they were touched by the blood hands, their energy to resist dwindled, their skin turning unnaturally pale, a sign that their blood was being drained.

"What the hell is this?"

The Wolf Race Warriors were filled with terror, these blood hands seemed impervious to slashing, axing, even when severed, they reattached instantly, unable to be freed.

Even the two knowledgeable Centurions were briefly restrained by a much larger number of blood hands.

The Cepesh Family of the Blood Royal Court always kept to themselves in their plot in Transylvania and were known for "Blood Magic," but few had truly experienced it, leaving them baffled on how to combat it.

With such a golden opportunity, Losa certainly couldn’t let it pass, pouring all his strength into spraying Dragon Breath, engulfing the Wolf Race Warriors who had no place to hide.

As Losa’s spiritual power gradually exhausted, he halted the Dragon Breath, his body reverting from Half-Dragon form, leaving the adversaries on this section of the wall completely cleared, the Centurions burned to charred remains.

"Master, I arrived just in time, didn’t I?"

A triumphant little Vampire appeared in mid-air, clad in pallid bone armor, many plates embedded deep in the skin, growing with the flesh—a spell from the Blood Royal Court, always manifesting a strong sense of evil.

"You finished on your side?"

"Of course, it was a grand formation I meticulously prepared for a month."

"Excellent!"

Losa found a good spot and sat down, the dizziness from spiritual exhaustion making even his voice weak, "Go help Prajna, she’s aiding the front battlefield. If this battle ends in defeat at this stage, it would be a great shame."

Furinjira said seriously, "Alright. Kurs, you stay and protect Master."

"No need, at this point, every piece of combat strength is critical, Kurs should go with you."

Losa waved his hand, now utterly useless and not worth spending precious combat strength to protect.

"Alright then."

Furinjira gave Losa a deep look, instinctively licking her lips.

...

The battle at the front battlefield had already fallen into a lopsided disadvantage.

The charge of over forty pure-blooded Wolf Race at such a critical moment was akin to forty sickled chariots charging against scattered light infantry formations. Even though Prajna and Juliano blocked portions of them, the remaining forces dealt devastating damage.

This demonstrated the importance of having reserves on the battlefield.

A key moment’s influx of fresh troops undoubtedly can change the course of the entire war.

Just then.

A cannonball flew from below, exploding right in the midst of the charging Expedition Army Wolf Race, fueled by the White Crystal’s terrifying blast instantly igniting one pure-blooded Wolf Race into a torch.

The Expedition Army Commander cursed loudly, "Who ordered them to fire the cannon?"

Below Wolf Castle.

Sharp cries, like demonic voices from Hell.

An army of hundreds, forming from zombies, was pushing detachable cannons, ordnance from the Yakexi Ironclad Ship, brandishing weapons and shouting in unison.

Captain Hog wore his captain’s hat tilted, spirited and confident.