Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 867 - 91: Losa’s Attempt

"Miss Viviana, there’s no need for us to reach this point."

The Holy Knight Martin, wielding a Two-Handed Greatsword, frowned as he blocked Viviana’s Longsword.

A Long Spear like a viper silently stabbed forth, tearing the corner of Viviana’s skirt, only to have its tip stepped on by the Candle Knight who jumped to their rear.

"You are no match for the two of us. For the Hanover Royal Family and the German Emperor, the traditional friendship of the Elector, we offer you one last chance to withdraw from battle."

Martin and Wilson are two Honorary Knights of Saint George’s Knight Order. They had long withdrawn from the regular combat ranks of the Knight Order, relentlessly pursuing Martial Skills and the path of redemption, transmitted just last night from the homeland to the battlefield of the New Continent.

"Twenty years ago, I separated from the family. This battle, I fight only in my personal capacity."

Viviana said softly, escaping with the Light and Shadow Secret Technique at the moment when the two launched their attack, and appeared behind Holy Knight Martin. The Magic Power in her body surged, flowing into the sharp blade in her hand, and she carved out a bright, fierce light.

Boom—

Smoke and debris scattered.

As everything cleared, revealed was the Golden Shield standing like a mountain on the city wall, on which the emblem of Saint George riding a white pegasus wielding a Long Spear to slay a Demon Dragon seemed to come alive.

Behind the Shield, Martin sneered, "Is this the strength of the legendary Candle Knight? I advise you to leave the battlefield. One more or one less of you makes no difference here. Why sacrifice your life for a war doomed to failure?"

Beside him, holding a Long Spear and seemingly merging with Saint George on the Shield, Wilson snorted coldly, "On stage, the Swan Knight or Holy Grail Knight in operas are invincible, but once off the stage, they are nothing."

Standing atop the battlements, Viviana slowly took off the Deer Horn Hood she wore, her platinum hair blowing in the cold wind. The vast and surging Magic Energy within her, under the Decree’s blessing, slowly climbed to a level comparable to two top Casters of the British Army.

She did not reply, only silently carved out two sword marks, and the world shifted from light to dark. Unknown to when, female knights holding candlesticks had surrounded the two Holy Knights from all directions.

Martin and Wilson’s ease gradually vanished from their faces.

"Ha, now that’s more like it."

...

At the top of the Tower of Wolf Castle, the highest point on the battlefield aside from Floating Airships, no place was more suitable for overseeing the whole situation.

Orders issued from here, squads led by the Pure-blooded Wolf Race filled the gaps in the defensive line.

Losa, looking a bit pale, let out a heart-wrenching cough. After a long time, he said, "The enemy has already detected the source of Furin’s Power, and they plan to target Nia."

"I’ve already sent people to support Miss Prajna."

"That’s not what I meant."

Losa shook his head. He had watched the old Clan Leader order it himself, so he wouldn’t speak meaningless words, "Clan Leader, what are your thoughts now?"

"I can’t say, it’s just very complicated."

Juliano was silent for a moment, shaking his head.

He wanted to fulfill his duty as a normal member of the Wolf Race by fighting the enemy and defending his homeland, but couldn’t. He had to be the head of the whole battlefield, stationed at the rearguard.

Moreover, as a Clan Leader, he hadn’t honed his Martial Skill for a long time, so entering the battlefield wouldn’t serve much purpose.

The old Clan Leader’s expression was somewhat dejected, "My bones have rusted with age. I don’t know how much courage I have left as a member of the Wolf Race, a descendant of Romulus. Mr. Losa, I must admit I was too naive before..."

"If it weren’t for you all, the British would probably have planted their Union Jack here by now."

The old Clan Leader pointed back at the blue and gold Lone Star Banner above his head.

"During the War of the Spanish Succession, the British suffered greatly, watched France gain Spain, and then choked the gateway to the Western Mediterranean. The British learned from this, and their military power advanced rapidly."

Losa said softly, "No matter who came, it would have been hard to imagine the progress of the British Army over these years."

He turned seriously, "Mr. Juliano, you should have a good conversation with Debang’s advisor."

No matter how reluctant one might be to admit it, Europe was the center of the world in this era. Connections with Europe regarding trade, technology, economy, culture, and immigration were crucial to Texas.

"Texas cannot fall behind in the times."

Juliano nodded earnestly, "I will."

Yet Losa continued, "Clan Leader, send me down to the mines."

Juliano was a bit shocked, "You still haven’t given up on that terrible idea? You’ll die!"

Losa laughed freely, "I said I have more than one life, using up one is no big deal."

...

Boom—

Colorful Magic struck like meteors, crashing on the city wall.

Prajna’s Ghost Face Shield supported Lavinia in front, who bit her lip, with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

The Ghost Face Relief on the Shield let out wails, and many souls of the slain were drawn into the Blood Tyrant’s Sea of Blood above, effectively working in vain, without even a chance to taste anything.

"Master, we can’t hold on, quickly call the boss for help—"

It shouted at the top of its lungs.

Prajna’s expression turned cold, "If you can’t hold on, you’ll be shattered."

The Ghost Face Relief immediately shut up, not daring to speak further. However, Prajna wasn’t just making it work without reward. A force from the Decree shining brilliantly enhanced the Shield with ghost power, making the relief shout out in pleasure.

Boom—

Colorful Magic struck like meteors, crashing on the city wall.

Prajna’s Ghost Face Shield supported Lavinia in front, who bit her lip, with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

The Ghost Face Relief on the Shield let out wails, and many souls of the slain were drawn into the Blood Tyrant’s Sea of Blood above, effectively working in vain, without even a chance to taste anything.

"Master, we can’t hold on, quickly call the boss for help—"

It shouted at the top of its lungs.

Prajna’s expression turned cold, "If you can’t hold on, you’ll be shattered."

The Ghost Face Relief immediately shut up, not daring to speak further. However, Prajna wasn’t just making it work without reward. A force from the Decree shining brilliantly enhanced the Shield with ghost power, making the relief shout out in pleasure.

Boom—

Colorful Magic struck like meteors, crashing on the city wall.

Prajna’s Ghost Face Shield supported Lavinia in front, who bit her lip, with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

The Ghost Face Relief on the Shield let out wails, and many souls of the slain were drawn into the Blood Tyrant’s Sea of Blood above, effectively working in vain, without even a chance to taste anything.

"Master, we can’t hold on, quickly call the boss for help—"

It shouted at the top of its lungs.

Prajna’s expression turned cold, "If you can’t hold on, you’ll be shattered."

The Ghost Face Relief immediately shut up, not daring to speak further. However, Prajna wasn’t just making it work without reward. A force from the Decree shining brilliantly enhanced the Shield with ghost power, making the relief shout out in pleasure.