Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 857 - 81: Dragon Slayer Crossbow

The smoke from the Demon Dragon’s breath obscured the sky and covered the sun.

It was as if the world had come to an end, with the earth cracking open and erupting with boiling lava.

Countless rays of magical light were cast at that massive silhouette, but they vanished like mud into the sea, without any feedback. The Casters and Holy Knights left behind in the camp were exhausted due to the deployment of most forces that could threaten the Demon Dragon to deal with the three-headed Ladon, rendering them utterly incapable of halting the destructive strides of the Demon Dragon.

"Advisors of the allies, Marshal has returned to the command center to preside over the situation. Please follow me immediately to the bulletproof bunker!"

The British Army was not unprepared for the Demon Dragon’s attack. They had arranged numerous bunkers within the camp, each inscribed with various Magic Arrays, capable of countering the scorching heat to the greatest extent.

However, the artillery camp and transported supplies couldn’t be stored in the bunkers forever. A large amount of material was incinerated by Dragon Flame, causing explosions that triggered fiery whirlwinds throughout the camp.

Witnessing the rampaging Dragon Flame and the tragic scenes of lives being wantonly taken, Admiral George felt as if his heart was bleeding. A Holy Knight beside him, holding a Dragon Slayer Crossbow, urged repeatedly, "General, when will you make a move?"

"General, there’s no time to hesitate. Our soldiers are being slaughtered!"

Admiral George merely waved his hand: "Wait a bit longer, the Iron Duke should be returning soon."

Admiral George was not unaware of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow’s power, after all, it was a Dragon Slaying Holy Artifact created with a Divine Artifact, which should absolutely have enough power to kill an Ancient Dragon. But he always felt that the Demon Dragon, dubbed by soldiers as the "Red Black Death God" and "Tyrant Fierce Beast," with its cunning nature, would not fall so easily.

Were it truly so arrogant, it would not have remained dormant all this time, waiting until today to strike.

"We have hidden cards, and so must our enemies!"

He gazed at the beast in the sky, tyrannical as the Tyrant, and recalled the day he first met the Demon Dragon. Since that day, this terrifying Demon had become a nightmare that haunted his mind.

Deprived of orders, the Holy Knight could only worry anxiously. Fortunately, Admiral George’s key factor to change the battle soon returned.

The air emitted a piercing scream as an Iron Giant, trailing a long tail flame, flew from New Basilicata Mountain like a meteor. That towering body fell among the flames, akin to a Titan Giant bathed in Divine Fire.

From beneath the Iron Helmet, his heavy breathing sounded like a bellows.

Surveying the sea of fire and the countless casualties of the camp, the Steel Knight, inheriting the mantle of "Duke Wellington," felt rage as hot as lava erupted from a volcano.

"Demon Dragon, your adversary is me!"

The Iron Duke’s hands, covered in Iron Gloves, gripped the swiftly rotating Chainsaw Sword fiercely, a weapon that had claimed countless lives and was stained with indelible blood marks, now seeming to possess life, emitting a sharp screech as it slashed towards the Demon Dragon diving to the ground, unable to evade due to its Dragon Flame breath.

In an instant, the rampant sea of flames was cut apart by his sword edge as if Moses parting the sea. His sword edge sliced open the Demon Dragon’s Scale Armor, embedded into its flesh, causing the rapidly rotating Chainsaw Sword to spray giant dragon flesh and blood into the air, transforming into rain of fire descending to the ground.

The Iron Duke initially rejoiced but soon sensed something amiss. After penetrating the Demon Dragon’s surface defense, the Chainsaw Sword should have easily continued, yet it was momentarily stuck by its flesh.

As if the Scale Armor covering the Demon Dragon’s surface was less solid than the flesh beneath.

But how could this be?

The Demon Dragon ceased its breath, a hint of mockery flashing in its enormous dragon eyes. This Solid Stone, a gift from Prajna, had played a crucial role numerous times in battles.

Its massive Dragon Claw, with a swooshing wind, extended to grip the Iron Duke’s head — compared to the Demon Dragon, enhanced by Lavinia’s full support and towering a hundred meters tall, the Iron Duke, only over ten meters tall, seemed as insignificant as a quail.

Boom—

The next moment, the Demon Dragon’s breath struck the Iron Duke’s faceplate.

In desperation, the Iron Duke couldn’t retrieve the Chainsaw Sword in time, swinging his fist to fiercely strike the Demon Dragon’s arm, attempting to break free from those vise-like constraints. The Iron Duke believed that with his Armor’s Defense, he could withstand until he freed from the Demon Dragon’s grasp.

Moreover, with the Demon Dragon controlling him, it equivalently restricted one of its wings used for flight — unless Admiral George had lost his senses, he was convinced that George would not miss such a heaven-sent opportunity.

Roar—

A dragon roar filled with anger, hatred, and greed sounded.

Those Giant Dragon spirits, long dead, and imprisoned for countless years by the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, broke free from the Holy radiance imprisoning them, flooding the entire sky with their crimson eyes filled with negative emotions.

They resented, envying Losa’s powerful bloodline and body.

They craved, wishing to immediately devour the Demon Dragon’s bones and blood, transforming them into nutrients to fill their insatiable abyss accumulated over the years of silence.

"Dragon Slayer Crossbow... so this is the weapon that gives the enemy confidence against me."

Still breathing Dragon Flame, eager to melt the Iron Pea in hand into molten iron, Losa suddenly became solemn.

A dragon roar filled with anger, hatred, and greed sounded.

Those Giant Dragon spirits, long dead, and imprisoned for countless years by the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, broke free from the Holy radiance imprisoning them, flooding the entire sky with their crimson eyes filled with negative emotions.

They resented, envying Losa’s powerful bloodline and body.

They craved, wishing to immediately devour the Demon Dragon’s bones and blood, transforming them into nutrients to fill their insatiable abyss accumulated over the years of silence.

"Dragon Slayer Crossbow... so this is the weapon that gives the enemy confidence against me."

Still breathing Dragon Flame, eager to melt the Iron Pea in hand into molten iron, Losa suddenly became solemn.