Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 683 453: Dragon Qi

The eagle's beak, like a long spear, pecked at empty air and realized that its enemy and master had disappeared. It let out a panicked screech.

Prajna spoke solemnly, "It's a Transformation Treasure... Jeanne, shoot that thing down."

Jeanne didn't hesitate. She leaped up, and her four flame wings soared high into the sky.

Prajna glanced at Hans, "This side is up to you. We aim to break the opponent with a charge."

Saying this, she rode alone towards the flank of the Tatar Cavalry.

...

In the Blood Sea World.

"Furin, we're going to fight side by side again."

In the blood-stained world, Cherinita, who came alongside Furin, looked gravely at the Great Shaman floating mid-air like a celestial being.

"Mm..."

Furin nodded gently, hesitating a bit before awkwardly saying, "I'll hold him off directly, be careful."

In the Blood Sea World, her life force had shed the frailty of a Caster, qualifying her to be a tank.

But she also knew the Shaman's strength was extraordinary. Even breaking the connection with the world's spirit, her Blood Magic could not inflict decisive damage, leaving the main attack to Cherinita.

"Hmph... When we get back, can I buy you a couple of drinks?"

"Tch, better have that drink with the newcomer four-eyes."

Cherinita hesitated, only realizing after a while that four-eyes referred to Miss Lavinia.

"Hey, don't get distracted during the fight!"

Cherinita shook her head and said, "Ninety percent of my focus remains on the opponent."

The princess of the Blood Race, draped in red crystals with dense Blood Magic Power turned into solid form, snorted lightly, wearing a delicate and exquisite Crown of Blood, and proudly said, "Your invitation is not very sincere."

"However, I accept."

Saying that, sharp Blood Spears were forming from the blood in the Blood Sea World.

...

The scenery before them shifted.

Losa, in half-dragon transformation, glanced with golden eyes, surrounded by boundless darkness.

Beneath his feet was an expansive ocean, the water boiling and constantly bubbling. Even as Losa flapped his wings in mid-air, he felt an immensely powerful attraction from below.

Looking closely, countless men and women floated in the sea, crying for rescue. However, lurking beneath the waters were bizarre evil beasts; some could swallow hundreds in one mouthful, others were palm-sized but could gnaw a person into skeletal remains.

Yet, the number of people on this sea seemed unaffected by the devouring.

This is...

"Boundless sea of suffering."

Clarifying for him was the Foreign Monk.

The giant elephant under the monk remained, but the solar eclipse beneath Losa had disappeared, evidently not brought along.

Losa retorted, "This is the Sea of Suffering? Monk, they say this sea is endless, turn back to the shore. Do you intend for me to join you in monkhood?"

He chanted a Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the old monk Sang Jie, appointed National Preceptor by the Great Yuan Khan, respects you, gifted and unique bloodline. If you take refuge in my Buddha, you shall become the leader of the eight celestial dragons."

"The Yuan Court is halfway to burial, still trying to recruit?"

Losa casually dismissed, seriously scrutinizing the surroundings.

This so-called Sea of Suffering also seemed to be a small world, a place he could never escape on his own before devouring the Ghost Dragon, but now his Spiritual Power was incredibly strong. Looking at this "Sea of Suffering", he could vaguely see the essence of white skeletal appearance.

This was that bone bowl!

"Not so, not so."

The foreign monk clasped his hands together, his expression compassionate. If not for the shadow of the dark "Great Black Heaven," he might have seemed like a truly enlightened monk.

"You misunderstood, benefactor. I am not recruiting for the Yuan Court, but for the Buddhist Sect, considering for your own sake. All living beings suffer; the Sea of Suffering is boundless. Turn back to find the shore."

At this moment, Losa already saw the reality of this world. Although this world was controlled by the foreign monk, the degree of control was definitely not as deep as when the Vampire ruled. Perhaps because the Bone Bowl was not a magical artifact crafted by the foreign monk's own hands, but later handed down to him, thus he could not fully control it.

As he spoke, the Sea of Suffering surged.

Faces, both familiar and unfamiliar, appeared before Losa, including the Abelardo, Magyar Cavalry, mountain bandits, desert thieves he killed at the start of his journey... On rough count, there were tens of thousands.

Those pirates he had scorched to death with dragon flame, the local tyrants and their families executed by Kurs.

Men and women, crying out in pain, their eyes filled with hatred as they looked at him.

Even Losa instinctively felt a chill in his spine from so many spiteful gazes, a cold sharpness.

"Again?"

Losa arched his eyebrows, in his half-dragon transformation state, his icy golden vertical pupils showed no fluctuation.

Previously, the Vampire also attempted to find the gaps in his heart and attack him in this way.

Unfortunately, since devouring the Ghost Dragon, he acquired a new talent of "Immortal Soul," which significantly increased his resistance to spiritual attacks, coupled with the growth in his spiritual power, the cries and hatred of these spirits couldn't make Losa feel even a trace of unease.

Others might wonder if these evil spirits were truly people he had killed coming back for vengeance, but he knew that was impossible.

Because those he killed were not part of Yesterday's Giant Ship World, even if there truly existed a Sea of Suffering or Hell, they couldn't be summoned across worlds by the foreign monk.

The foreign monk was slightly shocked, his black face showing anger as the skulls on the human bone necklace around his neck spun and fell.

These ghosts struggling in the Sea of Suffering were both false and true. As long as this foreign prince believed them to be true, he could naturally turn falsity into reality, reviving the group of ghosts to attack one's soul. Yet unexpectedly, the foreign prince's soul was so resilient, he did not believe even a bit.

"Such depraved soul, deeply obsessed!"

"False, I can also make it true!"

The foreign monk was ruthless, letting the human bone necklace drop into the Sea of Suffering. The evil spirits originally somewhat illusory suddenly seemed to have taken powerful medicine, becoming increasingly solid, emitting endless resentment, breaking free from the constraints of the Sea of Suffering, and flying towards Losa.

"Get lost!"

The half-dragon in the sky roared, the illusory shadow of a Black Dragon appeared behind him, now noticeably slimmer after devouring the Serpent Monster's Demon Dragon, as the mighty dragon aura exploded outward, majestic and powerful, also spreading a grand presence like the sun in the sky. The spirits whimsically shrieked and dared only to prowl around without daring to pounce and devour Losa's flesh.

The Destiny Black Dragon within Losa, seized from Jin Wushu, although Jin Kingdom generally wasn't regarded as a legitimate dynasty of the Central Plains, due to Song Dynasty's weakness, after it bowed down to Jin, Jin Kingdom occupied vast territories in the North of the Central Plains, dividing with Song South and North. Its legitimacy was certainly stronger than the Yuan Court, which lost its "Emperor" title, only daring to be called Great Khan.

This placed the Destiny Black Dragon within Losa, although pitiful compared to a legitimate dynasty's, possessing genuine "Dragon Qi," having strong restraining effects on many Mystic Sect's Magic of this era.

"Indeed it's the Dragon Vein!"

Sang Jie was secretly startled.

Years back, he ventured deep into the White Mountain Black Water area and found a dying Dragon Vein from Jin Dynasty. He discovered that although the Dragon Vein carried the aura of dying, it lacked a sense of decay. Vaguely, he could perceive a trace of the true meaning of Buddhist Sect's withering and flourishing extinction.

Now, he found Dragon Qi that seemed to resonate with the White Mountain Black Water's, seemingly of the same origin. Grasping this would mean an opportunity for the flourishing of the Buddhist Sect.

The foreign monk's breathing became much more rapid.

"Benefactor, since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The foreign monk, transforming into the wrathful Vajra aspect, his voice growing stronger, like rolling thunder.

A Gold Dragon manifested behind him, roaring from its lofty position. This Gold Dragon, acquired from Song Lizong's remains, might not truly counter Dragon Qi, but Sang Jie believed that merely neutralizing its restraint on Buddhist Sect's magic would allow him to subdue this person, transform him into a heavenly dragon member, and then scheme the White Mountain Black Water Dragon Vein fortune.

This Gold Dragon's roar faced off against the Black Dragon behind Losa. As if encouraged by the Gold Dragon, those evil spirits and vengeful souls gradually shed their fear, with blood-red eyes, flying to pounce on Losa.

The ghost tide surged, yet the foreign monk was not idle. Roaring the Buddha's name, he raised the Yue Knife in his hand, with the Gold Dragon coiling behind him, giving Losa a feeling of having nowhere to escape, as if being aimed at by the Holy Spear.

Great Black Heaven God, the Fighting God, the foreign monk invoking this divine aspect, naturally was not merely familiar with some Buddhist Sect's magic.

"Beast, still not quick to submit!"