Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 745 50: Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn in Fire

Kneeling, sprinting.

Viviana's speed accelerated in an incredibly short time to break through the sound barrier, forming a narrow white vacuum trail within the Flame Domain.

The domain governed by Losa spontaneously protected her, creating a piercing deep hollow in the half-world of the Three-headed Demon Dragon, at the cost of the Red-Black Dragon incarnation of Losa having a large piece of its scale armor torn off by the Three-headed Demon Dragon.

Had it not been for Losa holding up most of the Three-headed Demon Dragon's power, the cost for her to freely navigate within the demon dragon's domain would have been extremely heavy, and even if she found Mahmud II, she might no longer have the ability to continue fighting.

The domains of the two Fire Dragons collided as the giant dragons clashed.

Intersecting lava rivers flowed across the ground, and Viviana could feel that as she delved deeper into the opponent's domain, the relieving effect Losa could offer her became increasingly weak. She had to make a swift decision!

Her vision cut through the permeating volcanic ash, then, aiming in a direction, she sprinted off.

Her steps finally halted beside a lava lake.

She raised the blade in her hands, the glow of magic energy illuminating the complex inscriptions on the sword, followed by a sword aura as brilliant as stars, cleaving the entire magma lake in half.

Bang——

A massive figure flew out, knocking Viviana away.

But even while still in the air, she flickered to appear behind the giant shadow, unleashing an infinite sword aura.

Clang clang clang——

The giant shadow struggled to resist, its back torn open with large swathes of wounds, dark scales scattered all over the ground.

"Madwoman!"

The true form of the giant shadow, illuminated by the fiery color of the lava, was none other than Mahmud II.

His current form resembled the Half-Dragon Transformation Losa had previously performed, with half of his body transformed into the shape of a giant dragon, complete with scale armor, flesh wings, and dragon horns.

This did not mean that Mahmud II had a dragon bloodline of the same level Losa once did, but rather it was a manifestation of a borrowed power from the demon dragon.

It seemed like two battles, but in reality, it was a two-on-one battle with Losa and Viviana.

The greater the pressure Losa exerted on the Three-headed Demon Dragon, the less power it could lend to Mahmud II. Conversely, if Mahmud II found himself in peril, the demon dragon would have no choice but to channel power to him, allowing Losa to seize the advantage.

Despite the demon dragon's strong power, Mahmud II was ultimately using it for the first time, and his inherent weakness made it absolutely impossible for him to rival someone as legendary as Viviana in close combat, even if he shared some consciousness with the giant dragon.

"Are you trying to take me down with you?"

Mahmud II looked at his opponent's delicate face, with beads of sweat trickling down and then evaporating in the heat, feeling powerless in his heart. Shouldn't the stronger one cherish their life even more?

Viviana did not reply, a faint smile with a hint of weakness lifted the corners of her pale face.

She had seen all the suffering in the world in books, all the pain of wars, the tragedies throughout history, plague, massacre, but those were all read in books. Coming from a high noble background, she had never truly experienced these things deeply, even when traveling to various countries back in the day, it was just a superficial observation.

But in Constantinople, she saw a real war.

She saw the blood shed by people to protect their homeland, she saw the desperate effort of a declining Empire for self-salvation.

She once felt lost, not knowing what she should do.

But now, she only wanted to do what a knight should do.

"Protect the weak, live up to the natural order."

She murmured softly, the excessive consumption of spiritual power making her feel dizzy, yet the sword in her hand still bloomed with the glow of magic energy.

"Then let's see who can survive this."

Realizing he couldn't persuade Viviana, Mahmud II's expression turned somewhat ferocious. In the magma lake, the fiery magma moved like a poisonous snake into his hand, condensing into a sharp blade adorned with dragon scales on the hilt.

The surrounding intense heat dissipated a bit for the moment, as he once again borrowed power from the demon dragon.

Without hesitation, he launched an attack towards Viviana.

He could see that this female knight was not in her best shape, and it was clearly his only chance.

Clang——

Viviana raised her sword to counterattack, still harboring immense power within her seemingly pale and wavering thin body, immediately plunging Mahmud II, who still had a bit of confidence, into a bitter struggle.

With each clash, more fissures appeared on the sword edge, the crimson metal fragments falling like being struck by the blacksmith's hammer, continually shaken off by the magic longsword in Viviana's hands.

Viviana became the blacksmith in the shop, while Mahmud II turned into the anvil beneath the hammer, having to continually endure blow after blow, incessantly borrowing strength from the demon dragon to sustain himself.

Roar——

Along with a shrill roar.

A massive dragon head was torn off by the Red-Black Dragon, Losa, not giving the Two-headed Demon Dragon any chance to recover, once more lunged forward.

This grave injury clearly served as the greatest warning to the Two-headed Demon Dragon — in a duel with an equally matched opponent, if you dare draw power to aid Mahmud II again, you'll be the one suffering a devastating blow.

Losa was wagering.

Wagering that Mahmud II, with the Three-headed Demon Dragon inherited from his father, doesn't have a deep bond with it. If a cruel, tyrannical long-lived creature valued the life of a short-lived Dragon Descendant above its own, could it still be worthy of the name "Demon Dragon"?

As expected.

Mahmud II immediately noticed his power rapidly decreasing; the Three-headed Demon Dragon had halted its "aid"

With a clear crack.

The magma longsword in his hand exploded into countless fragments with a boom, like scattering stars, remarkably beautiful.

But even more beautiful was the knightly woman drifting, stepping out as if from poetry, she passed through the fragments, her sharp blade unhesitant, pierced Mahmud II's chest. In the eyes of him who should have conquered Constantinople, obtained the name "Fatih", the Conqueror, disbelief filled him as her blade cut diagonally through him, slashing along his scale armor's patterns to open his chest.

"How... how is it possible?"

Mahmud II felt his physical strength quickly slipping away, the pact with the Three-headed Demon Dragon also beginning to blur.

In a daze, he saw much.

He saw himself riding a giant dragon, conquering Constantinople, intimidating Serbia and Albania, conquering Karaman, defeating the White Sheep, and the Venetians, establishing an immortal Empire on the Mediterranean.

His vision gradually became blurred, he murmured softly: "Sacred Flame, this shouldn't be my future."

Boom——

In the sky, the newly regrown head of the demon dragon roared in fury, glaring at Losa unwillingly, then vanished into the lava world without hesitation.

When they next appeared, they were still on the back of the Three-headed Demon Dragon.

"Did we win?"

Viviana strained to lift her weak eyes, looking across.

Losa nodded solemnly: "We won."

Boom——

The demon dragon emitted a roar, laced with threat.

Losa promptly brought Viviana down from the sky.

The Emperor in the purple robe stood on the city wall, loudly proclaiming to the citizens: "We have won this war, Rome did not fall under the flames of the demon dragon, but like a phoenix in nirvana, was reborn from the ashes."