In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 802

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When Losar woke up from his coma, he felt thirsty the first thing, as if he had swallowed charcoal in his throat.

Without waiting for him to speak, he was handed sugarcane juice from a Texas plantation that had been buried in the ice for a long time. He swallowed it in small sips, and his heart was filled with warmth.

Prajna is like a bright light that is always on when you go home late at night. No matter when you need her, she will stand in the shadows and wait for you silently.

“How was the battle last night?”

His voice was a little hoarse, and he subconsciously reached out to Prajna’s cheek.

Compared with yesterday when he was reborn, his mind was much clearer, at least it was no longer a mess, but he felt that his eyelids were still quite heavy, as if he had not slept for half a month, and he couldn’t lift them at all.

Prajna didn’t reply, which surprised Losar a little, and then he realized that the touch was a little wrong. Although they were both smooth and delicate, the contours of the face were different.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the Miss Judge wearing gold-rimmed glasses facing the mountains. She seemed a little embarrassed, but she pretended to be indifferent: “Miss Prajna tried to summon the spirits. I will take care of you for her for a while.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Lothar quickly withdrew his hand.

“No.”

The Miss Judge was modest and said, “How do you feel physically?”

“It’s better now. This injury was not physical. How was the battle yesterday?”

Yesterday, Lothar took a short break and wanted to take off again when the enemy’s floating airship fleet approached. As a result, he was about to “transform into a real dragon” when the intense pain was about to destroy his will.

Now that I think about it, it should be the side effect of the dragon-shooting crossbow. The human body can still withstand it, but when it changes to the real dragon state, it happens to be restrained by it.

“Don’t worry, there is still Fulin. With the blessing of my decree and the help of the magic array in the whole city, her current strength is comparable to that of the giant lord of the Blood King’s Court.”

“She shot down two airships, and the enemy took the initiative to retreat. Even we lost all the outer turrets. The magic arrays arranged in those places were very simple, and most of them were defensive magic arrays. The power that Fulin could project was limited…”

Lothar sighed lightly. The defenders of the outer turrets added up to more than 2,000 people, and they were wiped out so easily.

“Help me up, I have to try again.”

If he lost his true dragon body, his current combat power was not weak, but on this battlefield, the role he could play was very limited. The “Spear of Destiny” in his hand also consumed the accumulated power of faith.

He calculated that under normal circumstances, he could still play a little role with the dragon crossbow.

Miss Judge frowned slightly: “Do you want to try now? You have done enough. This is not a battle for you alone.”

Yesterday, when Losa failed to transform into a real dragon, he was really scary. Even if he was just a bystander, he felt the pain.

Lothar shook his head: “According to our plan, although we have a good chance of winning this battle, if I can still transform into a real dragon, our losses can be minimized. Now Texas loses less power, and more power can be used for future development.”

He showed a pale smile: “This is Nina’s home after all, and it is also your ideal country. Jeanna burned her life twice for this place. There is no reason why I can’t do this.”

In fact, Losa felt that his soul was a little tougher than Jeanna, but he was still lacking in willpower.

In the early morning, the sky was already bright.

With the help of the orderly, Colonel Brown put on his uniform, took out his copper pocket watch and looked at it: “All the combatants on the ship are already having breakfast. Pass on my order. At seven o’clock, prepare to take off and fight immediately.”

The orderly withdrew and passed on the order.

A moment later, a major came in and frowned, “Colonel, did we find a way to deal with the Texan wizard tower at last night’s military meeting?”

Colonel Brown nodded: “We will be equipped with enough anti-magic bombs and more wizards. There will also be clergy using holy light on each ship to dispel the enemy’s evil magic.”

“Just these?”

The major realized that his tone was a little wrong, and hurriedly added: “I mean, in just one night, are all these ready? We have lost the Iron Duke. As the flagship of the Imperial Air Force, if the London is damaged…”

Colonel Brown stopped the major from continuing with a stern look: “Henry, never doubt the power of the empire. The Mughals also had countless ancient magic towers, but they all fell under our big ships and cannons in the end.”

“It will be the same this time.”

“Go back to your post!”

Watching the major leave, Colonel Brown couldn’t help but sighed, and put the suicide note he had written last night into his pocket.

To this day, no one would think that this was a gilded, career-enhancing, outing like exterminating African natives.

These high-ranking, almost all middle-level officers from aristocratic families, could really die with their beloved ships.

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Personally, he was not optimistic about today’s battle at all. The magic displayed by the enemy yesterday was obviously not a traditional elemental magic. Marshal Julian was about to drive them all into the abyss of the devil for his own career.

Sure enough, just like my father said, war is an extension of politics, but it is a disaster to let politicians command an army.

Before the airships took off, the British army started the first round of offensive.

The first thing the British used was still their artillery, which pushed forward a large section of the artillery positions and poured shells without reservation. Only a few of the more than ten artillery positions that had been flattened by airships yesterday could still fight back.

However, the remaining troops in these artillery positions and the artillery that could continue to be used were few and far between, and they were soon flattened by the armored infantry led by the King’s Blade.

The British expeditionary force, which was attacking with all its strength, was terrifyingly strong.

Admiral George looked at the airship fleet slowly heading towards the Wolf Clan Fortress with a telescope at the artillery position, silently praying that God would continue to favor the Empire.

At the military meeting last night, he had learned that the magic used by the enemy originated from the Blood Court on the Balkan Peninsula. Although the legend of vampires spread throughout Europe, most of them were wild vampires with no orthodox inheritance.

Few of them could use high-end skills such as blood magic. To this day, the most mysterious place on the European continent is still the Blood Court in the mountains of Transylvania, which is the Romanians who nominally rule here and have a close relationship with it.

Therefore, the British royal mages can only respond to this in a limited way. They can only use the holy light, which is completely opposite to the magic of dark attributes, to restrain it.

But time is urgent. Marshal Julian obviously does not have the patience to set up camp at the foot of the mountain for a long time and wait for more paladins and clergy to be dispatched from the mainland. Even if he has the patience, the local masters will not have it.

Since the expeditionary army set out, they have asked the locals for help many times. If it weren’t for the bloody losses in the battle reports, the local masters would have suspected that the expeditionary army was taking the opportunity to make a fortune from the war.

The artillery fire washed the ground, the armored infantry occupied the artillery positions, the road to the new Basilicata city was clear, and the airships were arranged in formation and launched bombing.

This time, the airships were loaded with more spellcasters and special anti-magic bombs. The bombs were filled with a huge amount of special dust, which could limit the spiritual activity in the area.

The airship fleet had indeed made the best response it could in a short period of time, but Admiral George was still uneasy.

According to the enemy’s usual style and the strength they showed.

Even if the airship fleet could play a role and defeat the opponent, it would suffer heavy losses, right?

This war has become so ugly now. Even if it wins, it is no different from losing.

“No matter what, let’s fight to avenge the victims and to save the empire’s reputation in front of its allies.”