Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 643 - 415: Dragon War (Part 2)

Losa leapt down from the back of the Stone Gargoyle. The construct creature summoned through Blood Magic unloaded its passenger and immediately soared into the sky, trying to attack the Ghost Dragon. However, the size difference was too great, making it appear like a moth flying into a flame, utterly useless.

Lavinia landed on the ground, wrapped in the Golden Decree Enforcement Armor, transforming her into a Valkyrie. Her face was full of shock: "Losa, are these the kind of enemies you usually deal with?"

On the Apennine Peninsula, although the order is relatively chaotic, with frequent incidents of street crimes and even serial explosions, such gruesome events like a monster slaughtering a city have never occurred.

Even the giant riot she and Losa encountered in Turin was considered a rare accident.

"No, if we count all the enemies we've faced so far, this creature can surely rank in the top three."

Losa frowned, his Dragon Bloodline resonating with the Ghost Dragon, indicating that the enemy belonged to a Dragon Species whose bloodline power he could potentially seize. But does this thing really have a bloodline?

It looked as if it didn't even have any form, merely a dragon-shaped fog.

"You've come, Demon Duke, since you're here, stay here."

Shemir cast a profound glance at Losa, fiercely thrusting the magic wand into the ground. A terrifying spirituality storm swept out from within him, flooding into the wand.

"What's this spell?"

"Spatial Cage?"

On the city wall, more than ten casters from the advisory group hesitated whether to take action.

"Hey, wasn't Governor Adil asking us for help?"

"That's what he said, but who are we actually helping here? Don't forget, Governor Adil asked us to subdue or kill the beast that was slaughtering the city, but it seems now that this monster was clearly summoned by Master Shemir."

"Indeed, the situation is clear, someone tried to assassinate Master Shemir, so he summoned this fierce dragon for defense. We can't be aiding the assassin against one of our own, can we?"

"This..."

Many casters feigned ignorance and none stepped forward to offer help to Shemir.

"Let's observe the battle for now. The spell Master Shemir is casting is indeed terrifying. Seeing him like this, I'd believe if someone said he's already stepped into the Legendary Domain."

The casters had ulterior motives.

Some glared intently at the Cuneiform Stone Tablet surrounding Shemir, while others were astonished, watching Shemir's imminent spellcasting.

At this time, Losa and his companions felt a strong sense of suffocation. From all directions, the space seemed to tear away from this world, numerous arcs crackled within the space fissures.

This guy intends to crush Losa and his companions along with the space they're in!

Furin's white hair fluttered, Blood Magic Power explosively surged with the support of the Magic Source.

"Don't worry, Master, leave this old thing to me."

She wore a confident smile, the bone spikes pierced through her flesh forming armor that covered half of her body. From her palm, a blood-red Magic Sword with a giant eyeball on the hilt emerged, her broad blood-colored bat wings unfurled.

The next moment.

Shemir, who had been casting spells in place, suddenly vanished.

Before his eyes, the world was covered with a thin veil of blood. All around was debris, the palace gates on evil ground had been replaced with a landscape filled entirely with blood.

Wearing the Crown of White Bones, as if the Empress of this bloody world, Furin crossed her arms, the Blood-colored Demon Sword floated beside her, her wings behind slowly fluttering.

"Welcome to my world, you old and ugly creature, incapable of yielding a drop of sweet blood."

Shemir was not angered, instead he sought ways to escape the bloody world. The Ghost Dragon's power derived from the Cuneiform Stone Tablet on him; without his support, the Ghost Dragon would soon fall in rank.

...

"While Furin has drawn Shemir into her Blood Pool World, let's destroy this Ghost Dragon quickly!"

Losa loudly ordered.

Although Furin's Elite refinement raised her to max level Phase One power, significantly boosting her strength, Losa wasn't confident she could defeat the evidently advancing Shemir one-on-one.

Fortunately, as long as Furin's Blood Pool remains intact, she won't die. Her life force was the strongest among them, so just holding Shemir off shouldn't pose much problem.

Hans and Venezia exchanged glances, wanting to contribute but feeling powerless against the Ghost Dragon.

"Don't just stand there, you two. Stay alert, remember, this is the enemy's base."

Losa scolded, unleashing the pressure of the Dark Lord within him, fully activating the Dragon Bloodline. The familiar specter of a Demon Dragon slowly manifested behind him, though compared to the terrifying Ghost Dragon twirling in the sky, it seemed small.

As he exuded momentum.

The Ghost Dragon's eyes, red glows within the black mist like massive lanterns, immediately focused on him.

Perhaps recognizing its old foe in life, or perhaps envious of Losa's Dragon Bloodline body, the bodyless dragon abandoned its original target, Prajna and her Ghost Face Shield, and dove toward Losa.

A terrifying sense of oppression felt as if the entire sky was falling on Losa's head.

"Holy!"

In Losa's hand, gathered golden light, on the Holy Cross Plate Armor every pattern shone brilliantly, embodying him as a god descending to the earth.

Holy Spear!

Faced with such a formidable foe, there's no room to hold back.

Black Scale Armor covered his entire body, sharp teeth punctured his lower lip.

Simultaneously initiated his Half-Dragon Transformation, his heart nourished by Dragon Blood throbbed strongly, channeling continuous power into the Holy Spear in his hand.

Losa leaned back, channeling force through his body like a mighty bow, hurling the Holy Spear fiercely forward.

The Holy Spear departed from his hand, leaving a clear golden trail in the darkened sky.

The Ghost Dragon's face was filled with greed, facing this divine artifact, which is destructive to any dark creature, without any hint of retreat, it opened its jaws, a Dragon Breath filled with infinite negative energies swept towards Losa.

Amidst the swirling dark clouds. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Two azure Sword Auras suddenly struck down.

Seizing the moment where Prajna and Losa engaged the Ghost Dragon's attention, Cherinita, who had been lurking for ages, unsheathed her sword at this critical juncture. Both acted in tacit harmony, without dodging, wielding all their internal power.

The Sword Aura slashed at the Ghost Dragon's head, the Throat-Squeezing Power abruptly halted the Dragon Breath halfway.

Following that, the Holy Spear, like golden lightning, pierced into its mouth.

Aargh—

A roar filled with rage and agony echoed, the Ghost Dragon twisted in pain in the sky.

Around it, countless souls were drawn by the Dragon's cries, instantly ascending to merge with its body, healing its wounds. But the Hell Gate in Prajna's hand opened first.

The Ghost Face Relief, cleaved open, emitted a sinister laugh.

Countless souls flocked into it, the Ghost Dragon struggled to exert control over the souls but only captured half.

Boom—

Golden radiance, like a blazing sun, suddenly appeared within the pitch-black vault of the sky.

Behind Jeanne, wings composed of Holy brilliance ignited like flames.

In her hand, the Holy Spear that had pierced into the Ghost Dragon reappeared once more.