Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 720 26: Temporary Peace

The Ottomans did not let Orhan be arrogant beneath the city for long; they quickly dispatched a great general to engage Orhan. This man had the physique of a bear riding on a beast similar to a giant lizard, with no intention of exchanging any pleasantries with Orhan. As soon as he approached, he fiercely thrust the long spear in his hand.

Orhan's Sharp Claw Dragon immediately leaped back, dodging the spear.

The opponent's combat prowess was formidable; in the past, Orhan wouldn't have been a match.

But now, Orhan's mind was in sync with his Sharp Claw Dragon beneath him, becoming a scion of Dragon Blood, his combat power soared tenfold compared to before, and he quickly regained control of the battle, launching a counterattack from high above thanks to the Sharp Claw Dragon's height.

The confrontation between the two was dazzling, mesmerizing the onlookers.

Zahir Pasha felt increasingly stifled as he fought. His Armored Battle Lizard was considered a formidable exotic beast, with a fierce nature and a diet that even included some low-grade giant dragons, yet it was rendered foolish by the prince's Sharp Claw Dragon. The lizard was utterly suppressed, not only failing to support him but also hindering in their clash.

Orhan wielded a specially crafted heavy Dragon Spear, a massive three-meter weapon that seemed alive in his hands.

He felt increasingly smooth as he fought, the Dragon Blood within him was finally fully invigorated. The Sharp Claw Dragon moved with his intent, functioning as an integral whole.

As he lunged with a spear, Zahir Pasha hastily sidestepped to dodge, but at the critical moment, the Sharp Claw Dragon leaped directly into the air. When Zahir carelessly exposed an opening, its knife-like claws tore through the armor on his chest.

The dragon's talon-bearing feet stomped on the Armored Battle Lizard's head, piercing its eyes, sending the beast into a frenzy, ignoring its master's presence to recklessly charge forward.

Relying on the sturdy Enchanted Armor, Zahir Pasha barely saved his life, only to be slain in hate.

Orhan, claiming Zahir's head, felt a surge of exhilaration. The anger and suppression accumulated over decades were all unleashed with a roar.

His Sharp Claw Dragon, in sync with his intent, paused its feasting on the Armored Battle Lizard's innards to raise its head and emit a sharp scream.

"It seems Orhan did not spend these years idle."

Losa felt gratified, as if seeing a prince enduring exile in foreign lands and burdened with deep-seated hatred, diligently practicing the Dragon Spear Technique, useless unless a giant dragon could be tamed, during his leisure moments.

Orhan was scarcely mentioned in the annals, yet Losa saw the talent displayed on him.

Two consecutive great victories also proved Losa wasn't wrong about him.

After this battle, for himself, Orhan would surely secure his position as Southern City Wall Guardian, and for the enemy, Orhan's name would return to the Ottomans' attention, which might have been inconsequential during Mahmud II's reign.

But what if Mahmud II was no longer present?

Losa turned around, looking at the cheerfully encouraged garrison, smiling as he said, "Miss Viviana, if Mahmud II sends someone again, Orhan might be unable to handle them. At that time, you might be required to step in."

The Female Knight, wearing a Fallow Deer Hood, slightly bowed: "Rest assured, Captain."

Mahmud II's face showed a hint of displeasure; he had already overestimated Orhan's combat power but didn't expect this failure to have gained a strong Dragon Blood force from who knows where. With his current bloodline strength, he would not lose to some mid-tier giant dragons.

"Send Ismail to battle!"

The order was quickly passed down, and from the enemy camp, a rider charged forth. He wore wide robes and sleeves, not armor, yet every move could mobilize the spiritual power in the heavens and the earth.

He was evidently a very strong extraordinary individual.

"Finally here."

Losa's expression became solemn.

In the Giant Ship World from yesterday, extraordinary individuals were primarily distributed among the Church's influence in this era.

The Ottoman Brotherhood, Sufi monks, in Constantine XI's memory given to Losa, were rather troublesome opponents.

Contrarily, the Ottoman artillery squad, in Losa's view, without the cooperation of casters would not be a significant threat to the Theodosius Wall protected by the Magic Array.

"I'll go."

Viviana's expression was relaxed and her movements elegant, like a noble lady stepping into the dance hall at a court banquet, gracefully descending from over ten meters high city wall.

"Return to the city, Mr. Orhan."

She shouted loudly.

Then she drew the sword at her waist, and a white candle appeared above the sword.

She gently blew a breath.

The small wavering candle flame swelled instantly into a ferocious fire dragon, sweeping towards the enemy.

The man never expected

The defenders erupted in cheers like mountain and tsunamis.

"God bless Rome, God bless our Emperor."

The power of faith remained strong but was essentially different from what Losa saw in the Holy Land previously.

The fall of Jerusalem, the captivity in Avignon, the Black Death's indiscriminate slaughter of clergy…

All of it, everything, divine authority suffered unprecedented trauma.

The days when the Pope commanded countless devout believers to pick up weapons, embark on overseas expeditions, launching crusades are gone forever.

But this cooled enthusiasm, after Viviana casually dealt with one of their generals, seemed to have a tendency to revive.

"God has not abandoned us!"

People cheered with abandonment, facing massive enemy numbers outnumbering the city's populace by many times, they remained confident in repelling them.

"Enjoy your delight for a few more days."

High above the clouds, Mahmud II forcibly suppressed his anger, urged his mount to slowly fly out of the clouds towards the allied camp under construction.

The massive black figure, the moment it came into view, not only terrified the Greek defenders but also sent waves of panic through the Ottoman camp.

Among the enemies besieging the city, there were quite a number of Eastern Orthodox Church followers, who once witnessed this Demon Dragon flying overhead, spewing world-destroying Dragon Flames.

The Serbians, Bulgarians, Greeks, these once dominant nations on the Balkan Peninsula had fear for that dragon rider etched into their bones.

Originally, those secretly delighted by Murad II's death became utterly hopeless, realizing that even with Murad's demise, his son had still inherited his dreaded Demon Dragon. Any resisters must beware of its Dragon Flame descending from the sky, burning everything to the ground.