"The Holy Fla is supre and great, for my king, Saladin!"
Zahir brandished his riding spear, leading six thousand cavalry into the battlefield. This was Saladin’s last major force of mobility, aside from the Kasaji Guard that protected him, which numbered only over a thousand.
Among the six thousand cavalry, four thousand were wearing heavy armor, well-trained Mamluk heavy cavalry.
Zahir led them to maneuver along the battle’s edge, intending to pick the weakest point of the Crusaders’ line for a raid.
But at that mont, a Mamluk Forbidden Guard beside him suddenly shouted, "Your Highness, look behind!"
Zahir spun around abruptly.
He saw a gigantic beast, flapping its wings as it slowly rose from the Saracen camp.
...
A majestic dragon’s cry echoed from above.
Losa instinctively looked up, and his gaze beca transfixed on the towering, magnificent silhouette.
Its appearance imdiately caused the vultures and hawks circling the sky to scatter, as if they were unworthy to share the sa sky with it.
The seams of its black triangular scales seed to flow with scorching lava, atop its head, winding dragon horns ford what looked like a crown, its eyes gazing down at the earth.
"Finally it reveals itself."
Losa’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, he instinctively swallowed, a flash of intensity flickered in his eyes, akin to a collector finding the most perfect treasure.
A layer of fine scales appeared on his cheeks and forehead, this was not just a half-dragon transformation, but an involuntary mutation from the dragon descendant bloodline within him, influenced by this fire dragon.
Vaguely, an elongated dragon shadow appeared beside Losa.
The soldiers fighting naturally couldn’t see it, but from the sky, it was clearly visible.
He instantly drew the attention of the dragon above.
This Karelian Fire Dragon let out a roar filled with astonishnt, followed by endless fury, as if reprimanding Losa for hiding away and not daring to face it head-on.
Losa stopped restraining the Dragon Descendant bloodline within him that felt like a bursting flood; it rged the advantages of many dragon species, and was long comparable to the higher dragons of this world.
The aura emanated, causing the fire dragon originally intending to fly towards the Crusader camp to turn its direction.
On the dragon’s back, Shemir placed a hand on the dragon’s head, continually emanating calming emotions, "Hey, buddy, don’t let him provoke you, we have to avenge poor Torle first. Do you forget who tirelessly sacrifices food for you every day?"
But now that the dragon’s temper flared up, it wouldn’t be easily restrained, or it wouldn’t be a fire dragon.
It let out a furious roar.
Shemir paused, with a face full of helplessness, "Alright, I understand, he trespassed into your territory, you have a reason to be angry, but you must promise to listen to my commands, he’s not an easy opponent."
He lowered his gaze to check Losa’s position, noticing the Dragon Head Cloak behind him, with a sowhat surprised expression, "No wonder his family motto is ’bathed in dragon blood,’ turns out he’s also a dragon descendant, and at a high level of bloodline, comparable to high level dragon species. How did he achieve this?"
Thinking about it, he found it ironic.
Though he himself was also a dragon descendant, he had the audacity to cause rumors among the Saracen army using Torle’s identity, this Losa is truly shaless.
Fine then, let see what you’ll do after being forced out to reveal your true form?
Master Shemir’s mood slightly relaxed, it was the unknown opponent that was the hardest to face. As for dragon descendants— for soone like him who specialized in dragonology, they held no secrets.
How much stronger can he get?
Could he be stronger than the genuine dragons?
Even if he could rival them, could he be better than the Karelian Fire Dragon, ranked among the top five of all high dragons?
...
The appearance of the Fire Dragon finally sowhat eased Saladin’s expression.
Saracen soldiers were greatly encouraged, whereas the Crusaders showed expressions of horror; such a legendary creature that appeared often in minstrel tales was always a synonym for strength and brutality.
Duke Raymond turned to Baldwin IV: "Your Majesty, should we avoid this?"
At the ti, the Karelian Fire Dragon’s gaze had not been drawn by Losa, judging by its flight trajectory, it was clearly heading directly towards the Crusader camp.
Baldwin IV slowly shook his head, "The dragon will be dealt with by Losa, my banner stands firm here, and if our warriors engaged in battle turn around and do not see this flag, what will they think?"
"But Your Majesty, Marquis Losa is currently unable to spare a hand!"
Raymond looked up, gazing at this terrifying beast, knowing that to it, they seed as insignificant as ants, just one fiery breath could wreak havoc on their army.
"I trust him."
With a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Baldwin IV, cloak billowing behind, said resolutely, "I ask Duke Raymond to trust him too."
Raymond was taken aback, internally thinking, why should I trust the kid, just because he’s Werner the squinter’s son?
"What else can we do, we have to trust him."
Duke Raymond regained his senses.
Suddenly realizing, the dragon flying towards the Crusader camp had sohow turned direction—towards Losa’s location.
"Not good!"
He couldn’t help but exclaim.
The dragon leaving was certainly good, but Losa was commanding the most elite forces of the Crusaders, including his "Tripoli Cavalry!"
...
Seeing the dragon descending from above, the Crusader cavalry engaged in battle instinctively turned pale, it wasn’t just them; even their opponents wanted to retreat.
Although it was an allied dragon, dragon fla wouldn’t spare anyone.
Zahir yelled loudly while ordering a temporary retreat.
His soldiers had already been intending this, and at this point, even if Zahir commanded them to charge, they would hesitate internally.
The Saracen cavalry began to distance themselves from the Crusaders spontaneously, the Crusader cavalry hesitated slightly, but following Losa’s order to sound the horns, commanding the scattered cavalry to return to his side, they started to retreat as well.
Leaving behind a battlefield strewn with bodies.
The flowing blood pooling into hollows.
Losa raised his hand, facing the gathering Crusader cavalry and shouted loudly, "Crusader warriors, do not fear rely a single dragon! Look at this in my hand, what is it?"
Legend says Longinus was the Empire soldier who pierced Jesus Christ, the Spear of Longinus stained with Jesus’s blood beca a Holy Object, and Charlemagne was said to have possessed this Holy Artifact to form his Empire.
During the First Crusader Eastern Expedition, during the siege of Antioch, a monk nad Peter claid divine enlightennt and had found the Holy Spear, inspiring the Crusaders’ spirit and defeating the invaders.
However, after a trial of fire by the accompanying monks, Peter admitted he had forged the Holy Spear.
Like other Holy Objects, no one knows who truly possesses the genuine Holy Spear.
But now, Losa decides to claim the Holy Spear in his hands.
In fact, he was not lying, the Holy Spear in Jeanne’s hand, he can freely wield as well; the "Eternal Spear" Gungnir, Odin’s weapon, being called the "Holy Spear" was completely justified.
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