Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 869 - 93: Rock Dragon

In the depths of the dark mineshaft, it had now turned into a world of blood red.

The scalding dragon blood gently enveloped the white crystal and magic stone ore, devouring and merging them. A vigorous and powerful giant dragon’s heart was pulsating in this blood-red world, each contraction pumping out a large amount of dragon blood.

Countless ravines through which the dragon blood flowed seemed like the veins of the mineshaft, linking every corner to that giant dragon’s heart.

This process was rapid, but to Losa, it felt as long as a century.

His plan was originally very simple. Since the True Dragon Body was temporarily sealed, he might as well abandon it and, based on volcanic divinity, forge a Dragon God Body that encompassed the entire New Basilicata Mountain as the Divine Realm.

This sounded crazy, but Losa had the feeling of familiarity, quickly reaching the key stage. But at this moment, he encountered the biggest obstacle.

This mountain, which held countless white crystals and magic stone veins, had surprisingly developed a trace of its own will. Although still immature, its vastness after countless years of erosion was imaginable.

Flashing before Losa’s eyes was a scene from ancient times, where a nomadic Aztec people settled here and offered a massive human sacrifice.

Subsequently, towering pyramids rose, and Aztec warriors clad in jaguar skins wielded obsidian axes, executing prisoners of war. Enormous fierce beasts in the wilderness held the bloody hearts high, offering them to the Mountain God here.

Unfortunately, this nomadic Aztec Dynasty took root here for only over a dozen years before encountering a cataclysmic disaster—a terrifying black giant dragon.

Its sharp teeth were like longswords, its body hundreds of meters large. Just one Dragon Flame destroyed the dynasty’s core forces, and the Dragon Flame burned for decades.

The news spread, and perhaps due to long-standing hatred with the Aztecs, surrounding native tribes claimed the Aztecs had angered the ancient Dragon God. They united, quickly purging the dynasty remnants, and executed them on this mountain.

Two grand sacrifices were the key to this mountain’s True Spirit awakening.

Then came the long exposure to wind, sun, rain, and snow, as birds flew away and beasts resided.

Occasionally, beasts hunted and fought each other. Apart from that, there were no humans.

Loneliness, tediousness.

If not for his tenacious spirit, Losa would even feel as if he were about to be assimilated into the mountain’s stones.

Finally, colonizers landed.

Spaniards, Mexicans, British, and Mexicans came one after another, making it dazzlingly spectacular. Their skirmishes were not grand scenes, but to Losa, who had experienced years of solitude, it was extremely interesting.

Just when Losa didn’t know how long such days would continue, his vision suddenly rose—he saw a steamship cutting through waves, landing in the Gulf of Mexico.

At the bow stood a figure very familiar to him, the young Mr. Juliano!

The high-spirited Basilicata Clan Leader, with hundreds of Wolf Race warriors, took only two years to completely occupy and stabilize Texas, which had fallen into anarchy.

They eradicated the wild fierce beasts entrenched there, established the majestic Wolf Castle, and then faced the first challenge—a Wolf Race expedition army from the Apennine Peninsula.

Losa even saw himself, saw Jeanne, Prajna, Furin, Cherina, Kurs, Hans...

His chest felt blocked, and if he still had a body, he felt that he would be in tears by now.

But soon, as the war ended, they, along with "himself from that time," departed, and life became dull again. Watching the Texans build a city here day by day, he constantly urged them in his heart.

Finally, twenty years passed.

He saw himself again.

At this moment, the depths of the mineshaft underwent earth-shaking changes. Countless solid rocks, white crystals, and magic stones seemed to melt, enveloped by the scorching dragon blood, coalescing together.

They wrapped that vigorous heart, revealing an incomparably enormous body—dragon horns, dragon wings, scale armor, and a long tail, all complete.

It seemed unfamiliar with this body; for a long time, it made no movement.

The depths of the mineshaft fell into silence again.

After an unknown period.

A pair of lantern-like golden eyes lit up in the darkness.

Then, there was an incomparably melodious dragon roar, echoing the nine heavens, shaking the earth and sending myriad mud and rocks flying. Countless miners still working in the shallow mines were terrified, fleeing without looking back—they thought it was an explosion.

Boom—

Losa seemed to fuse with the mountain rock, his gigantic body merging into the mountain walls. When he reappeared, he was already in the forest.

This form Losa took wasn’t a giant dragon; there was no dragon blood, none at all. He just chose this familiar form.

The threshold for acquiring divine power isn’t particularly high; as long as there is belief, even among inanimate objects, this power could naturally emerge.

In the Giant Ship World of yesterday, during the colonizers’ landing on the African continent, the clergy executed, burned countless native deities.

In previous years, the tens of thousands of pagan "divine artifacts" and "holy objects" confiscated by Belgians from the natives piled up on the Congo Coast, where the black smoke from their burning covered the sky, with wailing and howling shaking the heavens.

Then, there was an incomparably melodious dragon roar, echoing the nine heavens, shaking the earth and sending myriad mud and rocks flying. Countless miners still working in the shallow mines were terrified, fleeing without looking back—they thought it was an explosion.

Boom—

Losa seemed to fuse with the mountain rock, his gigantic body merging into the mountain walls. When he reappeared, he was already in the forest.

This form Losa took wasn’t a giant dragon; there was no dragon blood, none at all. He just chose this familiar form.

The threshold for acquiring divine power isn’t particularly high; as long as there is belief, even among inanimate objects, this power could naturally emerge.

In the Giant Ship World of yesterday, during the colonizers’ landing on the African continent, the clergy executed, burned countless native deities.

In previous years, the tens of thousands of pagan "divine artifacts" and "holy objects" confiscated by Belgians from the natives piled up on the Congo Coast, where the black smoke from their burning covered the sky, with wailing and howling shaking the heavens.