Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 568 - 343: Giant Slayer

Clang—

The Shining Cross Sword slams into the rusty iron helmet of the giant, with the fire-red Brutal Dragon Core at the hilt, unleashing scorching Dragon Flame into the damaged interior of the helmet.

The giant's helmet melts.

Revealing beneath a face burned beyond recognition, all charred and ruined flesh.

"Is it solved already?"

"This person is impressive, is he the Centurion of Saluzzo?"

The spectators in the stands, orderly evacuating under Lavinia's "Order Decree", some slightly knowledgeable ones, exclaimed in amazement.

"This is Losa..."

Vivid astonishment filled Lavinia's eyes, as others couldn't discern, but she could see clearly that Losa, surrounded by flames, not only had a blurred image of a black giant dragon emerge faintly, but he himself, the Dragon Wings, black scales, Dragon Horn, looked exactly like a giant dragon.

Is this power that the Wolf Race can master?

But in the next moment, a giant hand in the flames clasped ferociously towards Losa.

Losa had to stop his attack, retreat swiftly.

Turning back to look, the charred flesh on the giant's face rapidly scabbed, growing new flesh, with the speed of fire scorching unable to match its rate of regeneration.

This extends beyond what's called "standing on the earth, power flows endlessly."

It's truly an Undying Body!

To know, at this moment, the Dragon Flame Losa slashed out with his sword, while in his Half-Dragon Transformation state, compounded with double Volcanic Divinity Dragon Flame, although not as powerful as the "Karelian Fire Dragon Breath" Losa unleashed, the local temperature was not far off.

The flames gradually extinguished.

The iron armor previously covering the giant had long melted into molten iron, the exposed body, however, differed significantly from the original giant—lead-gray inverse triangular scales covered his entire body, with a pair of winding demon horns emerging on his head.

Standing opposite Losa, unexpectedly quite resembling.

Dragons, in the eyes of many Eastern European peoples, inherently belong to a type of demon.

"Careful, Losa, he has sold his soul to the Devil!"

Upon hearing Lavinia's warning, Losa revealed a slightly wicked smile, with sharp triangular teeth extending from the corners of his lips: "That couldn't be better!"

This giant, of course, couldn't be a simple ordinary giant.

If giants were really this formidable, there'd be no reason falling to be expelled from the military, sold to a circus found. The great powers of various nations would likely not develop gunpowder weapons, but tighten their belts to fund a giant army.

Losa could almost conclude, this giant was the Sassari Family's means to disrupt Turin.

Because, even selling one's soul to the Devil, requires knowing how it can be done, aside from those long-inheriting darkness creature families, almost no one holds such Secret Art.

Losa murmured in a low voice: "No one handles demons better than me."

"Hahahaha, pain only makes me stronger!"

Sweeping black flames, covering the giant's body.

The giant burst into hearty laughter, as if wanting to completely erupt the pent-up grievances and anger accumulated over endless years, the black totems accompanying his flesh and blood reconstruction, climbed all over his face.

But Losa was very clear on one point—he, more accurately it, despite appearing overwhelming at this moment, his life was as a candle in the wind, just delay briefly, without anyone making a move, this giant would decline inevitably.

The Devil's gift is never given without cost.

His body has already turned into kindling, each flesh and blood remolding only accelerates the kindling's burn rate.

Boom! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A quicker, more terrifying fist smashed towards Losa.

The familiar sensation of sinking into the marsh-like stagnation, descended again upon Losa, yet this time, his face instead revealed a slight relaxed smile.

Followed rapidly.

The fearsome pressure belonging to the Dark Lord, mixed with the Dragon Mighty added from his Dragon Bloodline which embodies the strength of numerous lineages, descended overwhelmingly on the giant.

Causing the giant to stiffen as expressions of fright appeared on his face.

How could it be?

Losa's aura closely resembled the Devil with whom he made a pact!

No, that's wrong!

If the Devil with whom he made the pact emanated an aura regal like nobility, the aura from this fellow resembled decidedly that of aristocrats overlooking the world!

"No matter who you are."

His eye sockets, filled with blood vessels.

Anger, resentment, hatred, all kinds of negative emotions materialized into imaginary flames, burning fiercely on his body, at this moment, even the Devil agreed to take away his soul might feel a tremor.

"You dare stand in my way, you deserve to die!"

The giant's roar was earth-shattering.

The terrifying anger flames, after a deep breath, collected entirely, condensed into a punch, striking fiercely towards Losa.

"Truly formidable..."

Losa sighed, this was indeed the first time he saw a dark creature nearly completely ignoring his Dark Lord pressure, or rather, the rage buried within it had long surpassed the emotion of fear.

"But everything must come to an end here."

Losa had sympathy for the giant's plight but it was only sympathy.

A man neither can nor should abandon the stance to speak of justice, even if his body gradually departs from human realm, but within his self-awareness, he remains human.

The golden holy splendor coalesced in his hand.

Even though Jeanne didn't join him in coming to the battle record world, he could still borrow her power unreservedly—Spear of Certain Hit, Gungnir!

Losa's power poured swiftly like flood releasing through a dam.

The holy spear's radiance akin to sunlight illuminating the world, dispersing the night across Turin City completely at this moment.

"Holy!"

As Losa's voice fell.

The Holy Spear, infused with the "Throat Choking Hand" power, instantly pierced the giant's heart.

The fiery fist that seemed capable of destroying the entire earth stopped and dispersed.

Bang—

The giant, pushing forward like a collapsing mountain, knelt to the ground.

A rare clarity flickered in its eyes.

"Is... Gungnir?"

The sacred radiance swiftly devoured and consumed its body, even the soul originally bound in a pact with the Devil.

This agony should have left the giant trembling and desperately fighting back, yet it showed no resistance, and instead appeared grateful.

Losa remained silent.

He knew well what the giant was grateful for—grateful that its soul was being destroyed, saving it from being taken and devoured by the Devil.

Darkness deepened in front of the giant.

In a daze, it saw a stretch of snow-capped peaks, with houses made from ice bricks dotted among them; those whom it had never met, only heard of, smiled kindly at it.

"Homeland..."

It reached out expectantly to touch the homeland seemingly within reach.

But under Losa's watchful gaze, the half-raised hand fell heavily.

Then.

Its body melted like ice and snow, swiftly turning to ashes in the Holy Flame.

Losa exhaled lightly, the blaze around him dissipated, and his half-dragon form reverted to human.

Lavinia quickly approached him, tentatively asking, "Losa, you?"

"Who are you really?"

If the power of a giant dragon could be explained.

It's inconceivable that a member of the Wolf Race could use the sacred radiance.

Wolves are dark beings; this is determined by bloodline traits, unrelated to character. Darkness does not imply evil, but they cannot use sacred radiance.

It's like an object cannot be both cold and hot.

Losa sat on the ground with a smile, saying, "It's a secret, but if you want to know, I'll tell you."

"You..."

Lavinia frowned, hesitating.

Losa teased, "Do I look like a fanatic of the Holy Church or a traitor who would lead the Holy Knight Order to raze Saluzzo in the future?"

Lavinia studied Losa carefully; he looked handsome, even too good-looking for a man of the Wolf Race, not like a villain.

"Doesn't seem like it, but who knows?"

Losa laughed, "Alright, I'll be frank. My sacred radiance is borrowed. Do you recognize that golden Holy Spear?"

Recalling the glimpse of divine radiance, Lavinia pondered, "It seems familiar."

Her pupils suddenly shook; her usually composed expression faltered.

"Knight of Radiance?"

"Yes."

"Unbelievable..."

"Didn't the Knight of Radiance help the Texas Wolves defeat the Expedition Army? What's unbelievable about this?"

"Isn't that just a legend?"

"Certainly not, it's true. The Knight of Radiance personally wrote to me."

Lavinia understood.

Though the methods of the Knight of Radiance against dark beings are severe and cruel, its reputation is well-known, yet few question the Knight of Radiance's character.

The Wolf Race trusted by the Knight of Radiance, Losa... should also be trustworthy?

"By the way, we collaborated well today. Without your decree ability, even with the borrowed power of the Holy Spear, it would have been difficult to deal with that demonized giant."

"To be honest, you were quite unexpected to me too."

She didn't ask why Losa, with such strength, was merely a small corner in the past; it was easily understood that the higher one's position in the family, the more dirty deeds are required.

She was a prime example.

At this moment.

The Centurion assigned to Sea God Square arrived, panting.

"Where is the rampaging giant?"

"It's been dealt with."

The other relaxed slightly.

"I was tangled with an assassin sent by the enemy; thanks to Miss Lavinia, otherwise, who knows what disaster would have ensued."

Just imagining the outcome left the Centurion feeling alarmed.

Moreover, there were many foreign tourists watching the circus performance.

Fearing international astonishment is not exclusive to certain major countries.