Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 895: Chapter 119: Half a Legendary

Basileus suddenly raised his head in the courtyard.

"Is that Ladon’s voice? What’s happening, it seems furious!"

"It said it was poisoned, or perhaps cursed..."

Losa could hardly believe it. As a unique True Dragon, it had extraordinary resistance to toxins and curses, not to mention Ladon had two heads possessing these two powers.

For Ladon to be poisoned or cursed was as absurd as Losa dying from fire, but that’s precisely why, when such a thing happens, it becomes particularly terrifying.

"Viviana, you and Prajna stay here, notify the Empress that things have changed, increase our guard, report back immediately if anything happens."

Now Viviana and Prajna have completed their Elite transformation, their combat power greatly increased, able to handle things independently.

"Jeanne, Nia, Nina, you three come with me."

After speaking, Losa leapt and spread a pair of Dragon Wings, flying towards the direction of the dragon’s roar.

...

When Losa and the others arrived, the once-unrivaled Three-headed Demon Dragon was lying weakly on the ground. Seeing Losa coming, the three heads only glanced over feebly.

"What exactly happened?"

"We don’t know, we have no strength left. I suspect someone poisoned our dinner, but Old Poison adamantly believes it’s not, insists it’s a curse, but Old Curse is adamant it’s not a curse."

Perhaps truly too weak, even the fiery-tempered Fire Dragon Head could now calmly discuss matters.

The Cursed Dragon Head coughed violently for a while, spat out a mass of flesh and blood, then said, "I guess someone put magic potions into our food separately; harmless alone, together they become Highly Poisonous."

The Highly Poisonous Dragon Head retorted irritably, "I told you, it can’t be poison. What poison could affect me?"

Lavinia raised her hand and pressed it against Ladon, the Decree’s Golden Radiance enveloped the huge dragon body, moments later, all three dragon heads breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, I feel much better, thank you, lovely Miss Nia."

But the next moment, Lavinia staggered, nearly falling, fortunately, Losa caught her.

Yet she annoyedly pushed Losa away, raised her hand: "Everyone back off! Stay away from here!"

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, she leaned against the Demon Dragon’s body, barely standing straight, her expression grim: "It’s not poison, nor a curse, it’s disease — what this era calls the plague."

Clap, clap, clap —

In the distance, someone lightly clapped their hands.

"Impressive but useless knowledge, ever since you stepped into this garden, the plague has seized upon you."

The dark clouds parted, moonlight poured down, revealing the figure of a beautiful Witch in a red dress.

"Lierna? Is that you?"

Losa furrowed his brow; Lierna was initially tasked to investigate the underground Source of the Plague, then disappeared. They searched many times but couldn’t find her, only for her to reappear now.

"Surprised to see me?"

"Surprised, but not too surprised."

Losa quickly formulated a basic guess about the situation.

Lierna coyly covered her seductive red lips, chuckling: "Meeting an old friend, you seem rather unhappy, though our friendship is shallow; we had not yet managed to communicate deeply before being forced apart."

Losa deeply furrowed his brow; on Lierna, he sensed a very familiar aura.

"You inherited the Power of that Legendary Witch from the Plague School?"

One Half-Legendary died by his hand.

Not mentioning Shemir, the other half was naturally the Source of the Plague that nearly became a terrible disaster sweeping the world, but her soul had perished, what they destroyed was merely flesh remodeled into the mother of the rat swarms.

Lierna generously admitted: "Yes, if not for Mrs. Tashia showing me this path, continuing to waste time on Flame Magic, I couldn’t have reached Legendary Realm in my lifetime."

"I don’t understand, why choose to reveal yourself now?"

Losa furrowed his brow: "Or do you think you’ve become too powerful to consider me an equal?"

"I’m not arrogant enough to think I can match Shemir, who possesses a full set of advanced Divine Artifacts. People say I have good Talent, but in fact, whether compared to you, to Anna, or even to that messy Eve, I might not exceed any of you."

Lierna laughed softly: "But now, I’m no longer just myself."

As she spoke, the slightly wanton smile on her face swiftly vanished, replaced by a dignified, cold demeanor. Not only did her aura change, the air around her started to warp, as if innumerable venomous tiny creatures beat their wings, filling the sky.

Losa gritted his teeth: "It’s you? You’re the so-called ’Tashia’? Wasn’t your soul destroyed?"

To avoid being absorbed by the Hell Gate in Prajna’s hand, the soul of the Source of the Plague self-destructed in front of them; he wouldn’t mistake it.

Lierna coldly laughed: "Indeed, right under your noses, but you seem unfamiliar with the distinctions within Legendary Realm. The newly ascended differ from those long established there. You lack reverence for ancient beings like me."

"Why not continue with your plan? With neither Anna nor us here, you had ample opportunity to execute your world-ending scheme."

As the hub of Eastern and Western Europe exchange, Constantinople’s ships could reach all along the Mediterranean coast.

If a plague like the Black Death broke out here, it could quickly sweep the world, from Eastern Elanshahar to Albion and Scandinavia, sparing none, with deaths likely to tally in the millions.

"This world’s powers are not rootless sources; you, that Demon Dragon, your witches, all are resources for our rise."

"Ha, don’t you think you’re too arrogant?"

Since it’s necessary

Losa suddenly showed a realization: "I hadn’t expected someone of your nature to be driven and constrained by humans."

The present Lierna had naturally ceased to be herself long ago, but was a vessel for the consciousness of the Source of the Plague,

"This world’s powers are not rootless sources; you, that Demon Dragon, your witches, all are resources for our rise."

"Ha, don’t you think you’re too arrogant?"

Since it’s necessary

Losa suddenly showed a realization: "I hadn’t expected someone of your nature to be driven and constrained by humans."

The present Lierna had naturally ceased to be herself long ago, but was a vessel for the consciousness of the Source of the Plague,

"This world’s powers are not rootless sources; you, that Demon Dragon, your witches, all are resources for our rise."

"Ha, don’t you think you’re too arrogant?"

Since it’s necessary

Losa suddenly showed a realization: "I hadn’t expected someone of your nature to be driven and constrained by humans."

The present Lierna had naturally ceased to be herself long ago, but was a vessel for the consciousness of the Source of the Plague,