CHAPTER 318: CHAPTER 12: AFTER THE BATTLE

You have acquired a special skill of the Dragon Descendant Evil Spirit: [Immortal Dragon Soul]

Skill Description: Your soul is nourished by the Dragon Descendant Bloodline, greatly enhancing its intensity and significantly increasing your defense against spiritual attacks. Additionally, the growth rate of your Spiritual Power will receive a moderate boost.

Your Dragon Descendant Bloodline Awakening Level has reached halfway, granting you the special skill [Half-Dragon Transformation].

In a short period, you can fully stimulate the dragon bloodline within your body to develop various dragon organs, greatly enhancing all attributes.

A substantial reward.

Losa felt the boiling power of the bloodline within him. His strong Spiritual Power subdued these frenzied forces, gradually calming and containing them.

Previously, when the awakening level of the Dragon Descendant had not reached halfway, it only manifested physical changes. Now, even the soul is tinged with a hint of the Giant Dragon’s aura.

This is both a blessing and a curse.

He must enhance his Spiritual Power as much as possible to maintain his human self-awareness. With [Immortal Dragon Soul], this is no longer an issue.

Losa thought to himself that perhaps even if he doesn’t gain new abilities in the future, the boost to his Spiritual Power from this Immortal Dragon Soul alone could make him a strong Wizard.

The battle has ended.

The Crusaders began to tally the casualties and calculate the losses.

The destruction to Limassol City from this battle wasn’t significant. The losses among the town militia were small as they mostly participated in combat as long-range support forces and did not partake in the life-and-death struggle on the front lines.

The Monastic Knights also suffered minimal losses.

They acted as the decisive force, charging into the battlefield when the enemy was exhausted, achieving extremely fruitful results with very few casualties.

Only the farmer soldiers suffered a severe loss.

Rough estimates indicated that at least three hundred lives were lost in the port of Limassol City, yet their achievements exceeded at least tenfold.

Among the surviving enemies, only half managed to withdraw by boat.

They captured over two thousand prisoners; the number of dead and wounded was countless, with corpses floating on the beaches and the sea, turning the seawater a blood-red color.

...

The battlefield doctors of the Monastery continuously shuttled across the battlefield, treating the wounded soldiers.

Some individuals were given only a cursory glance before being left aside due to the overwhelming number of casualties and limited number of doctors; those with minor injuries could dress and treat themselves, while treatment made little difference for the grievously wounded.

Only soldiers whose injuries were moderate received the most appropriate care.

The old farmer soldier was dying.

This skilled in combat old man, who had once served under Count Reynard as a unit commander, was unfortunately struck by a stray arrow that pierced through a gap in his scale armor.

From the side, it penetrated into his chest cavity.

That’s how it is on the battlefield; arrows don’t have eyes, and even the highest Monarch might fall because of a horseshoe.

Renault held the old farmer soldier, his eyes reddening.

Since he joined the Black Eagle Banner Team, his words had offended many comrades. If not for the old farmer soldier’s help on several occasions, he might have perished on the battlefield already.

"You brat, my thirty enemy heads worth of merit..."

The old farmer soldier coughed up a stream of bloody froth, his face pale, "Call Lord Ned for me, I have something to entrust to him."

Renault quickly shouted for the exhausted Ned.

"Lord Ned, I am about to die."

The old farmer soldier grabbed Ned’s hand.

Ned was slightly moved. The old farmer soldier was his right-hand man, and in the camp, he had high hopes that this old soldier would be promoted as an officer.

Yet here he lay, unexpectedly felled.

He consoled, "You die for the great cause of the Crusaders, and shall ascend to Heaven."

"I don’t care about that, Lord Ned, I have died, but my merits must not be erased."

The old farmer soldier pointed to Renault, "This is my godson. I want him to inherit the merit I’ve accumulated, whether he becomes Winged Cavalry or Armored Cavalry depends on him."

Renault looked surprised, opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

Ned solemnly said, "No problem, Count will not mistreat any meritorious servant nor erase anyone’s accomplishments, leave it to me, rest assured."

Renault’s eyes reddened, "Why are you so good to me?"

"I once had a son, also named Renault. If he had such a broad and benevolent Lord like a Count, perhaps he wouldn’t have starved to death."

"I’m going to see him now..."

The old farmer soldier’s voice grew weaker as he feebly released Renault’s hand.

...

Losa returned from the battlefield.

He looked somewhat weary. The battle itself did not take much toll on him, but the massive loss of farmer soldiers left him feeling utterly drained.

Although it is said that a great battle is needed to forge an elite force.

The ferocity of this battle, however, was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The emblem in his collar lit up.

Anna timely sent a communication.

"How’s it going?"

Losa’s voice was somewhat fatigued, "We won, Isaac’s head has fallen, the enemy suffered heavy losses, you can dispatch troops to recover Cyprus."

He briefly described the process.

"I didn’t expect Isaac was bewitched by an Evil Spirit?"

"King Seleucus, an old relic over a thousand years old."

"Even the old gods have left quite a few remnants in this world, so a mere Evil Spirit is not so surprising; it’s merely its status as a Dragon Descendant that makes it interesting."

This world’s dragons, unlike those described in fantasy novels, do not lack reproductive isolation with any creatures.

Although there are all kinds of strange dragon species.

None are without difficulty in reproduction.

Otherwise, dragons in the world wouldn’t be so rare.

Losa marveled, "A dragon and a human could actually produce offspring?"

The thought of a massive beast with a tender woman... he had only seen such scenes in some heavy-taste anime in the Sandy District.

Anna laughed heartily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Beasts that devour the Dragon Blood can become dragon-like, humans too... in strict terms, anyone who has consumed a Dragon Blood Potion can be counted as a member of the Dragon Descendant."

Losa was slightly dazed, realizing he might have misunderstood. The Dragon Descendant that Seleucus mentioned was perhaps not the same as him.

"If a Dragon Descendant continuously devours Dragon Race Bloodline, can they become a Giant Dragon, just like those beasts?"

"Of course. Otherwise, how would there be so many peculiar Dragon Species?"

Anna chuckled lightly, "That’s why everyone can only drink one Dragon Blood Potion; otherwise, drinking too much could lead you to being overwhelmed by the dragon blood and turning into a beast that has lost its humanity."

"Moreover, humans don’t have as high a compatibility with dragon blood as some powerful beasts do; devouring more dragon blood still makes it challenging to transform into powerful middle-tier dragon species like the Tyrannical Dragon or Black Dragon."