Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 579 - 353: The Limit

Under the moonlight, the werewolves surged forward.

Their coordination couldn't be called seamless; after all, it was a cobbled-together family, secretly hoping other factions would lose power.

This was the only chance for the two of them.

He exchanged a glance with Lavinia, nodded slightly, and a layer of black scale armor emerged from his heart, swiftly spreading across his body, and the already intense heat wave climbed even higher.

This wasn't a complete half-dragon transformation; at most, it was an expression stimulated by the Bloodfall, awakening the Dragon Bloodline.

This state added limited power to Losa's strength, but the endurance was greatly enhanced.

"Decree·Delay!"

The attacking werewolves immediately slowed down visibly.

Following closely was the terrifying pressure of the Dark Lord.

The phantom of the demon dragon loomed over the dark street, its golden eyes like two gas lamps, daunting to behold.

Under this dual suppression, almost all the enhancements brought by the full moon were completely wiped out.

The werewolves didn't understand, only thinking that Lavinia's decree talent was unbelievably strong.

As their hearts trembled, the ferocity in their golden eyes blazed even more.

"Kill the woman from the Bologna Family first!"

Lavinia frowned tightly; she wasn't skilled in combat, but to consider her just a non-combatant auxiliary would be a grave mistake.

Golden thorns wrapped around her arm.

"Decree·Evil Retreat!"

The attacking werewolves crashed into an iron wall, bouncing back forcefully.

"Decree·Cage!"

Golden thorns sprang from the ground, imprisoning dozens of Wolf Race members.

The decree ability wasn't a true words-become-law matter but a way of leveraging rules, so she couldn't just order all the werewolves to offer their necks; that's a characteristic only genuine rules possess.

Bang—

The cage was forcibly broken open.

But Losa's shadow, like a ghost, appeared before the centurion who first escaped.

The flame-encircled cross sword came crashing down, and the Wolf Centurion who just broke free only had time to tilt his head, getting slashed on the shoulder by the sword blade.

If in the opponent's hand was just an ordinary weapon, such an injury—even if it sliced off the entire shoulder—would hardly be a fatal wound for the werewolves known for their recovery.

But on this sword still lingered the dual enhancement of volcanic divinity and the dragon flame from the Karelian Fire Dragon!

The flame ignited his fur in an instant, turning him into a torch.

His horrific screams pierced through the entire street.

"A centurion died so quickly?"

The werewolves observing from behind displayed varied expressions.

The centurion from the Saluzzo Family clapped and cheered: "Good lad, keep fighting like this, and tonight will be the end of these Sassari wolf cubs."

Beside him, the centurion from the Bologna Family sneered: "They have plenty of explosiveness but insufficient stamina. Just these two trying to win against so many pureblood centurions? Unless the Sassari Family are all a bunch of useless ones."

"Heh, why are you siding with outsiders? If your Bologna Family doesn't like this Lavinia girl so much, why not marry her into our family, along with that brat?"

The Bologna centurion sneered again, staying silent.

In his eyes, a member who cannot create benefits for the family is no family no matter how talented, with the greatest value probably being the excellent bloodline she possesses.

But internal absorption of this bloodline is the best choice, and even if an alliance through marriage was necessary, it would only be with traditional allies, not the Saluzzo Family.

At this moment, the situation in the field changed quickly.

The decree cage couldn't hold them for long, and just as Losa planned to strike a second time, the werewolves broke free one after another, surrounding Losa.

Even though Lavinia's decrees were strong, among the enemies in front were several elite centurions of the same level, not to mention the slightly lesser ordinary centurions.

Clang—

Metallic claws sprang from the back of the werewolves' hands.

They all rushed towards Losa at once, the intent clearly being that since they couldn't quickly deal with Lavinia the auxiliary, they might as well focus all their power on taking down Losa the damage-dealer first.

For the two of them, whoever lost combat capability first would leave the other unsupported and certainly dead.

At this point, the effect of the delay decree was fading.

The werewolves' speed was largely unimpeded.

From all directions, the werewolves attacked.

Losa took a deep breath, and the blazing dragon flames transformed into a wall of fire.

A werewolf halted in shock, only to see Losa break through the wall of fire, the red-hot longsword forged like it had been in a furnace for centuries, pierced straight into the werewolf's body, burning all his internal organs to cinders in an instant.

He opened his mouth to speak but expelled only a jet of searing flame instead.

The centurion from the Bologna Family, hiding in the shadows, couldn't suppress his doubts and asked, "When did the Saluzzo Family start studying flame magic?"

Moreover, this proficiency is overly strong.

This large-scale magic should consume a lot, right? So why does this person seem untroubled?

This time, the Saluzzo centurion sneered.

"This is a secret of our Saluzzo Family, why would we tell an outsider like you?"

The centurion from the Bologna Family's expression changed, suddenly proposing, "Actually, marriage isn't out of the question, as long as your Saluzzo Family agrees to give us the first child born of Lavinia and Losa."

The centurion from the Saluzzo Family was somewhat tempted but showed no change in expression: "Losa is a trusted subordinate of our young lady, I can't make such decisions—likewise, I don't think you are in a position to decide for that young girl."

"Heh."

The Bologna centurion sneered.

For the sake of family interests, what's a tiny sacrifice? Moreover, isn't that Lavinia girl getting along quite well with this Losa?

"Let's first see if they can survive this ordeal."

At this time, the werewolves from Sassari also changed their strategy, no longer focusing on killing Losa quickly but shifting to a war of attrition—thinking that Losa's use of large-scale flame magic must be highly consuming.

Whereas they, conversely, were confident they could endure even until morning.

It was just an unpleasant spectacle.

As Losa's speed visibly slowed and the dragon flames no longer flared as before,

they became increasingly certain that Losa was nearing his limit.

"Attack!"

Sharp werewolf claws, made of some unknown metal, pierced through Losa's scapula, pinning him brutally to the wall.

"Any last words, little brat?"

Though seemingly at the brink of defeat, Losa's eyes still held confidence in reserve.

The scalding hot blood almost instantly turned the werewolf's metal claws into liquid.

Blood as hot as lava splattered out, igniting into raging flames, turning the centurion into a torch.

"Prajna's 'Solid Stone' talent wasn't even activated; what makes you think you can kill me?"

The werewolf in a frenzied struggle, because of his formidable life force, unbelievably wasn't incinerated by such terrifying flames immediately, but for the same reason, the heart-piercing agony nearly robbed him of all reason, causing him to thrash madly in the muddy pits.

However, how could Losa's dragon flames be extinguished so easily?

Wherever he thrashed into a mud pit, that spot would dry up and crack instantly.