Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 860 - 84: War

In New Basilicata, the Blood Array laid down by Furinjira almost covered the entire city of New Basilicata, connecting with the Magic Array originally laid by the Wolf Race Casters.

In a small trial at Fort No. 2, Furin found herself almost falling in love with this seemingly omnipotent feeling. If it weren’t for those British Casters using a special Holy Object to break through her Blood Domain, everyone would have died in her Sea of Blood.

Texas is not particularly wealthy, but due to the scarcity of Casting talents, the Casting Materials obtained in Texas over the years were not sold off for fear of arousing envy, resulting in a large stockpile, all of which were used by Furin.

In the British Army camp.

The officers of the Debang advisory group were watching as the Floating Airships sailed overhead towards the enemy.

"Do you think the Texans have any chance of turning the tables?"

"No way, unless they’ve got another Demon Dragon."

"What about Magic?"

"I’m afraid not. The Wolf Race Casters are few to begin with, not to mention that many new models of the British Floating Airships are equipped with Antimagic Armor. It’s already the end of the Magic Era; expecting them to use Magic to fight against Floating Airships is just too much to ask."

The end of the Magic Era doesn’t mean the disappearance of Magic; it means that human-made Weapons, in terms of destructive power, have entirely surpassed Magic except at the highest levels.

Once high-status Wizards have also been reduced to being the Royal Family’s lapdogs.

In the hearts of the advisory group’s officers, the might of the Demon Dragon is seen as the last hurrah of the 19th century, representing the dawn of a truly great Industrial Age, of which the main players will evidently be the German Federation, Tsarist Russia, the British Empire, and the Franco-Spanish United Kingdom.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, under the last light of the setting sun, the enormous Floating Airships slowly directed themselves over Forts Number 3 and 4, their huge underbellies revealing a yawning black maw.

Aboard the London, Colonel Brown sipped a fragrant cup of coffee, smiling as he said, "It’s time for dinner now. Let’s send the Texans gifts from the gentlemen of the British Empire."

The Airship units, always regarded as elite forces enjoying privileges surpassing all three branches, have better accommodation and sustenance compared to the Army and Navy. However, throughout the previous battles, they have been unable to engage, enduring much disdain as a result.

The observer glanced at the city below and couldn’t help but mock, "Look, the Texans have built so many Towers on the city walls. Do they actually think it’s still the Middle Ages?"

"Once we flatten those forts, we’ll pay that city a visit."

"Blast those demon-inhabited creatures to the sky!"

"Avenge our fallen comrades and wash away our shame!"

The loaders excitedly screeched as they loaded massive bombs into the bomb bay, and through the observation porthole below, they could clearly see huge mushroom clouds blooming below. This high-power aerial bomb renders considerations of the Gun Barrel caliber unnecessary; each bomb’s power rivals that of the few siege cannons in the camp.

This sense of enjoyment motivated the loaders engaged in mechanical labor, everyone feeling more invigorated.

A massive bombardment wiped away the accumulated gloom that had been in the hearts of the Airship unit for consecutive days.

For more precise strikes, the commanders of these Airships blatantly stationed them above the fort, firmly believing that these American small countries, considered "indigenous," had no air defense capability whatsoever, and even if they did, it would be unlikely they could pierce the armor of Floating Airships.

On the hillside, observing the battle from the artillery position, Admiral George couldn’t help but sneer:

"See? Without the Demon Dragon, they’re nothing."

Admiral George gazed at the Fort engulfed in fire during dusk, sneering.

The day was drawing to a close, and the operations of the Floating Airships would soon come to an end, with another battle waiting for them tomorrow.

Admiral George was somewhat worried, for Julian would stop at nothing to capture the Texan capital quickly for his career, but even if the battle went smoothly, it seemed George might still be exiled overseas.

He wasn’t necessarily unwilling to leave the homeland; if he could serve as a Governor in North America’s various territories, he believed he could realize his visions. However, he felt that the likelihood of being reassigned to Oceania was higher.

Just then, a column of blood-red light shot out violently, striking directly at the rounded underbelly of an Airship.

The blood-red brush touched the underbelly of a Floating Airship, corroding a massive hole,