Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

The fallen Dragon Head rolled to Losa's feet.

Even though it was just a head, it was still taller than a person.

The bony protrusions on top of its head seemed like the crown of a King fallen from his throne, waiting for a new ruler to pick it up and ascend to the throne.

Afterward.

The blood flowing from the severed neck of the Dragon Head quickly vaporized.

It only took a few breaths.

The entire Dragon Head turned into lead-gray rock, losing all traces of its special aura.

Over there, the dragon's body was the same, rapidly petrifying.

The scorching temperature gradually dropped.

The spewed lava also cooled quickly.

Losa, without hesitation, allocated all the points he gained from leveling up to Spirit, instantly elevating his Spiritual Power to the critical point of ninety.

He could feel the immense power within himself, with scorching Dragon Blood flowing through his veins. His Power, Physical Strength, and Endurance had all significantly improved.

In order to wield this newfound power, increasing Spiritual Power was indispensable.

Even now, Losa still felt a bit on edge.

It had been incredibly dangerous just now, any slight mistake and he would have ended up as ashes in the flames.

Prajna's talent "Solid Stone" could withstand all physical attacks, but who knew whether a giant dragon's breath was considered a physical attack or a magical attack?

This feeling of being out of control was truly awful.

Yet Losa had to admit that in this state, although reckless and irritable, he possessed a combat instinct ten times sharper than in a rational state.

That decisiveness was something his normally cautious self could hardly achieve.

Jeanne was covered with a faint golden glow, masking her sensitive areas, revealing a slender yet robust abdomen and smooth, well-proportioned legs.

She hesitated, "Sir, that state you were in just now..."

Losa smiled wryly, "Terrifying, wasn't it?"

Jeanne wholeheartedly agreed, "A bit, but it was quite fierce too."

Losa asked, "What if I always stayed like that?"

"Maybe not; once in a while is quite impressive, but I still prefer you as you are now, Sir."

Jeanne frowned slightly, "By the way, when your Dragon Bloodline awakens, it won't come at the cost of losing your mind, will it?"

Losa shook his head, "Not exactly. As long as my Spiritual Power keeps up, I won't lose control whenever a Dragon Species provokes me."

Originally, keeping Attribute Points for emergencies seemed the safest approach. But who would have thought that before losing his mind, Losa could not remember that at all.

Jeanne suddenly smiled, gently supporting her chin with her fingers, her eyes looking down, "You've got quite the assets. Care to have some fun with me?"

Losa frowned slightly, lowering his head in confusion.

He was stunned to discover that the scales covering his body, which could be used to cover himself, were quickly fading and vanishing.

Chelina turned her head away, expressionless, just as Furinjira mumbled softly, "Is that considered big?"

She nodded slightly in agreement.

"I suppose it is."

"Have you seen it before?"

Chelina replied without a change in expression, "I've seen it during mission execution; being naked doesn't hinder the Wolf Race from killing."

Prajna calmly stepped in front of Losa and used the Black Shield to cover his lower body, "I can tear off part of my clothes for you."

"No need."

Losa waved his hand; after leveling up, his Spiritual Power was replenished. He could now use Blood Magic to construct the Blood Armor he had once used against the Crocodile God in Montreal's underground.

His assets were indeed impressive; they were already not small, and increased further after becoming a Dragon Descendant, though the difficulty in dragon reproduction also applied to the Dragon Bloodline.

The Blood Armor gradually covered Losa's body.

He took a deep breath of the sulfur-scented, awful air, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

Losa thought to himself that he might be able to reside in a volcano like the Tyrannical Dragon.

Jeanne mused, "Is it fitting to call you the successor of the Habsburg Family, renowned for dominating Europe with nothing but their lower half?"

"Don't speak nonsense; the Habsburgs excelled in marriages and political maneuverings, not particularly talented in this area."

Otherwise, the main branch of the Habsburg Family with the big chin wouldn't have died out. It was the Habsburg-Lorraine branch that ruled the subsequent Austria-Danube Monarchy and Austria-Hungary.

Furinjira urged, "Are we heading down the mountain?"

She really disliked the harsh climate here; to be precise, no normal creature would like the climate on a just-erupted volcano.

"Just a moment longer."

Losa went to the petrified Tyrannical Dragon's body, leaped up, and manifested the Shining Cross Sword, slashing down fiercely onto the stone statue.

Bang—

Stone splinters flew.

But the statue was incredibly solid; the Shining Cross Sword barely left a few scratches on it.

One must know that Losa was in the "Blood Armor" berserk state now, with all attributes significantly enhanced, and his strength reaching at least sixty points in effect!

"Let me, Sir."

"You want to carve out its heart, right?"

Chelina placed her hands on the sword hilts and spoke in a low voice.

"Correct."

"Its heart is just behind the sword marks I left, right in the center."

Losa pointed out.

This stone statue being solid is normal, otherwise the "Egg of Rebirth" inside would have no protection, and "rebirth" would be meaningless.

Clang—

The sword light flickered.

Deep grooves were left on the stone statue.

Losa, with nearly a hundred points of spiritual power after amplification, still couldn't catch Chelina's movements.

Jeanne smiled and asked, "Miss Chelina is really fast, Prajna, if it were you, would you be confident in blocking her attack?"

Prajna glanced at her body and didn't respond to the topic, instead saying, "Put on some clothes first."

Jeanne replied easily, "I don't mind anyway, we're all friends here, what's the harm in looking a bit?"

Chelina worked efficiently, and soon, the ground was piled with stone chips.

Inside the chest cavity of the Tyrannical Dragon, a fiery red heart was beating slowly.

Jeanne sighed, "Tsk, its volcanic divinity is also in there, how pitiful."

"Why is it pitiful?"

Jeanne speculated, "This Tyrannical Dragon probably happened to sleep here by chance, and ended up being worshipped by the pilgrims at the foot of the mountain, eventually being tied to this volcano."

"Anyway, if given a choice, who would want to be a volcano's deity?"

Losa took the core from Chelina's hand, planning to first show it to Marles to see if it could be crafted into something special.

If Marles couldn't handle it, or if it had no value in weapon creation, Losa would sell it to Nishaya.

"Oh, by the way, aren't you a Dragon Descendant, can't you draw power from it?"

Losa shook his head, "Perhaps I can, but I won't.

Besides, my Dragon Bloodline is actually different from this world's dragon species. It's just that it's been piecing together materials of this world's dragon species, seemingly trying to extract their essence to create a new dragon body suited to the rules of this world."

Furin suggested, "Can't this thing undergo Nirvana and be reborn? We could hasten it to make it a majestic mount."

Losa couldn't help but laugh, "That's wishful thinking, the quickest time for it to be reborn takes at least over ten years."

By then, what would a mere Tyrannical Dragon mount be worth?

He himself would be the best dragon!

…

Yanbu Border.

A border outpost blocked the pass leading to the Yanbu Region.

Passing caravans and pilgrims had to be inspected here and pay sufficient taxes.

Zane resumed his old trade with his personal guard.

He had no interest in guarding the southern gateway for Rauf or properly managing the newly recovered territory.

His plan was nothing more than "using a borrowed rooster to lay eggs."

To exploit the territory's populace as much as possible, combined with the wealth plundered from Eira Port, recruit soldiers and enhance his own strength.

When Hashim's army arrives, he would abandon the territory and flee to Nezha, to join in the pecking order with those small fries.

"Master, look at that person, does she seem familiar?"

A Mamluk pointed to a special figure in the crowd.

"That woman?"

Zane's face turned somber, that woman was unforgettable in his life.

Under the city of Alandler, his army was wiped out by this woman as if she was sweeping away fallen leaves.

She seemed to notice Zane's gaze as well.

The female knight spoke to the man beside her, and the group started walking towards Zane.

Zane felt a chill down his back, instinctively wanting to turn and flee.

Losa chuckled lightly, "Zane, I must thank you for showing leniency towards my soldiers earlier."

This referred to a small-scale skirmish where Zane had captured a Winged Cavalry soldier, who was sent back to Losa's side after Rauf's defeat.

He didn't even ask for ransom!

"You dare to show up here?"

Not only Zane, but many slave personal soldiers also recognized Losa's identity, resting their hands on the swords at their waists, ready for battle.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Losa was calm.

Despite being outnumbered, if he launched a sudden attack, Zane's cavalry would all fall in his hands.

"This is my turf!"

Zane and Losa locked eyes for a moment, and in that confident, imposing gaze, he quickly admitted defeat, "You can leave."

Losa let out a "ha" and smiled, "Zane, this time I'm letting you go, consider it returning the favor."

Zane's face turned dark, "But we clearly outnumber you now."

"Huh?"

He felt a chill at his throat, reached out to touch, and found a trickle of blood.

"You?"

He covered his neck in shock.

Losa turned back, nodding slightly at him, "See? I spared your life, we're even now, so there won't be a next time."

Chelina sheathed her swords and glanced at Zane indifferently.

The group slowly headed off into the distance.