Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 872 - 96: Ceasefire Negotiations

The Pegasus soared through the sky, as if a Knight stepping out from the Holy Image within the Shen Kan, his face full of determination, just like the legendary Saint George, embarked on the perilous dragon-slaying journey.

"Heavenly Father above, bless Saint George’s Knight with victory, and let him slay the Demon Dragon."

Countless British Army soldiers knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.

The Holy Knight, burdened with high expectations, held the Dragon Slayer Crossbow in his hand, which somehow had grown sharp bone spurs that pierced into his flesh, continuously drawing the Holy Light from his body.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the torment of this Dragon Slaying Holy Artifact, urging the Pegasus to advance.

The closer he got, the more he could feel the oppressive presence of the Demon Dragon’s massive, rugged body, like a mountain.

No, it wasn’t just the sheer size, but also the intense Divine Power, a stark contrast to the Evil Gods he had once slain. It felt as if the entire world was groveling at its feet.

Could such a terrifying Demon Dragon really be something he could challenge?

The Pegasus began to falter, this Holy Beast, with its strong spirituality, was equally intimidated by the Demon Dragon’s might, and despite the Holy Knight’s urging, it dared not approach further.

"Ha, then let’s settle this right here."

Beneath his visor, the Holy Knight revealed a wry smile. He raised the small, exquisite Hand Crossbow, and as the Holy Light and blood were drained from him, the originally delicate crossbow expanded to over two meters long.

At that moment, the Demon Dragon’s mountain-sized head abruptly turned.

Its two eyes, as large as the sun and moon, stared directly at him.

Losa was all too familiar with the aura of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow; even though it was cloaked in intense Holy Light, it could not escape the perception of Losa, for whom the crossbow was an exclusive Divine Artifact.

As the Demon Dragon’s gaze swept over, the Holy Knight felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss, with the lining of his Armor instantly soaked. If not for being a wielder of the Holy Light, his will strong enough, he would have fled long ago.

"Demon Dragon, I am not afraid of you!"

He shouted with all his might, and in an instant, his Holy Light and blood were completely drained, leaving his entire body shriveled and broken: "Praise the Heavenly Father, praise the Queen, praise the United Kingdom, die, Demon Dragon!"

Boom—

Along with countless piercing dragon roars, an unending swarm of vengeful Dragon Souls swirled around a golden arrow that shot up from the crossbow.

"Beautiful!"

"The Demon Dragon can’t possibly dodge this strike!"

"Heavenly Father above, the Essex Knight is a true knight; the Heavenly Father will surely bless such a righteous man and grant him final victory!"

The Holy Knight burned his own life, igniting this arrow that shone like a dazzling sun, hitting the massive body of the Demon Dragon.

In an instant, the Holy Flame engulfed the Demon Dragon.

"Hit!"

"It struck, that is the Ottoman Dragon Slayer Divine Artifact, the Demon Dragon is surely dead!"

The Demon Dragon had become the focal point of countless eyes, with both sides hoping for their victory, as if this one arrow had become the key move to decide the outcome of the battle. Only Losa himself remained unmoved, not even attempting to dodge.

No one understood the power of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow better than he did.

Without the original arrows, even though he, possessing dragon bloodline and using the exclusive Divine Artifact, if it hit his own body, it would barely scratch him.

He wasn’t a Giant Dragon!

Much less this Holy Knight before him.

Burning life sounded resolute, but it was just a piece of kindling, even if it burned out in an instant, the flame it generated was something he could easily extinguish.

Once the Holy Flame subsided, the Demon Dragon unfurled its unscathed body once more, its cold eyes filled with human-like derision: "Seeing your long-cherished trump card produce such an effect, does it make it easier for you to recognize reality?"

The Holy Knight, struggling to stay upright and clutching the Dragon Slayer Crossbow, was filled with despair and disbelief, and soon, with a roar from Losa, he was shattered into dust that filled the sky.

The British Army soldiers, once harboring a sliver of hope, scattered like birds and beasts, running over the hills and fields, but escaping was not as easy as arriving. The ice bridge they crossed had been demolished, and countless Texas cowboys on the prairie, known for their unerring aim, began shooting at the fleeing soldiers.

The city walls turned into a bloody slaughter ground.

Invaders are always the most detestable, if not for Juliano’s urgent orders to capture prisoners, the path of retreat cut off, the surviving ten thousand British Army soldiers would likely have been massacred.

As for those in the sky, the Casters, Floating Airships, and Clergy had all been trapped within Furin’s space blockade.

The majestic Giant Dragon approached with a flap of its wings, and its mere presence overwhelmed them, as if a mountain loomed above, making breathing difficult.

"Surrender, or die."

The will of the Demon Dragon swept across, carrying an undeniable pressure, in this situation, apart from a few fanatic Holy Knights, almost no one persisted. They all chose to surrender.

"Furin, bring them out."

Losa spread his wings, flying up to the Floating Airships hovering in mid-air.

His expression was cool, with a urge to unleash Dragon Flame and sweep these airships out of the sky.

But he knew clearly that destroying these British Army Casters and airships in anger would be satisfying, but having an unending conflict with the British was not a wise choice for Texas.

Instead, holding these prisoners and War Machines was the negotiating leverage with the British.

"I’ll give you one minute, lower the airships to the designated location and surrender."

The Demon Dragon did not open its mouth, but the voice appeared in the ears of each air force soldier.

In the command room of the London, Colonel Brown only let out a bitter laugh before picking up the communicator: "Follow the instructions of this Mister Demon Dragon."

"Colonel, shouldn’t we consult Marshal then?"

Colonel Brown cast a cold glance at his adjutant: "We’ve fought to the last moment, facing invincible enemies and blindly provoking them, that’s not bravery, it’s stupidity."

Consulting the Marshal sounded simple, but what if the Marshal refused to surrender?

Fool!

Colonel Brown labeled his adjutant in his mind, then took off his service cap: "Prepare to surrender to our opponent."

...

In the British Army camp.

The Debang advisors had already come together.

Colonel Brown labeled his adjutant in his mind, then took off his service cap: "Prepare to surrender to our opponent."

...

In the British Army camp.

The Debang advisors had already come together.