People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 631 Killing the Dragon
The Seraphim that replaced the sun and hung high in the sky was gradually burned up in the holy flame.

Her body gradually became ethereal and melted, but her face did not show much pain. Although the pain of being burned by the holy flames was terrible, she had experienced such pain when she was still an ordinary peasant woman.

When all the dazzling lights had faded away, Yesen was the only one still standing on the ground.

He's fine.

Even unscathed.

There wasn't even a trace of stain on the specially made armor, but the Qiexue army guards around him had all turned into nothingness, and under his feet was a pit more than ten meters deep.

A huge golden dragon was coiled around him.

That was the dragon energy of the Northern Yuan Dynasty royal court, a dragon of golden virtue.

The future 'Great Yuan Khan Tian Sheng', who said the famous saying "All descendants of the former Yuan leaders must be killed", and who massacred almost all the direct descendants of the Golden Family on the Mobei grasslands, was the dragon energy of Choros Yesen.

Yesen looked around and suddenly a somewhat crazy smile appeared on his face: "The destiny is in my hands, the destiny is in my hands!"

The magic of this Hu Ji was so powerful that it made him tremble.

But he didn't die.

The golden dragon of fortune, which only the emperor or the direct royal heir can possess, protected him and saved him from this disaster. What does this show?
He is destined to become the Khan of the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor of the grassland, and even to overthrow the Southern Dynasty and return to Dadu!
This is destiny!

"The destiny is in my hands! Who can kill me?"

Yesen's arrogant laughter spread in all directions. The nearby Qiexue soldiers gathered around. Seeing this scene, they felt their hearts shaken. The little thoughts hidden in their hearts disappeared when they saw Yesen surrounded by dragon energy.

"Long live the Khan!"

"Long live King Dahan!"

The Ming troops trapped in the center looked pale.

Zhu Qizhen was horrified: "The last trump card hidden by Hu Ji is so powerful, but she couldn't kill Yesen. Could it be that the Ming Dynasty has really lost its destiny?"

Minister of War Kuang Ye, with a tired face, knelt down and pleaded: "Your Majesty, please change into casual clothes and lead the Ti cavalry to break through while the Tatars are not paying attention. This is the only chance the foreign envoy has won for your Majesty."

Wang Zhen was furious: "How dare you, a corrupt scholar, talk nonsense about military affairs? Your Majesty's body is worth a million gold. Even if you want to break out, you must carry the emperor's banner and ride in a chariot!"

Kuang Ye looked incredulous. At this point, is it necessary to care about these details?

He looked at Zhu Qizhen again, but found that he was really interested. He could not help but shout: "Your Majesty, don't listen to this treacherous eunuch. The Tatars' intention to capture Your Majesty alive is obvious. Once they find that it was you who broke through, they will definitely chase you. Why not send a few more cavalry to escort the empty big banner, and lead the carriage to attract the attention of the Oirat people, and then Your Majesty can break through with the troops in casual clothes?"

Zhu Qizhen still looked hesitant.

He was not a fool, so how could he not know that what Kuang Ye said was the most successful way for him to escape back to the capital? But this method was too dangerous. If he changed into casual clothes in the midst of the chaos, he would really die here if he was not careful.

If he stayed in the military camp and stood under the banner, he would be captured alive by the Tatars, but his life would not be in danger.

Wang Zhen cautiously advised: "Your Majesty, don't listen to the words of this corrupt scholar. Swords and guns have no eyes!"

He was the person who cared most about Zhu Qizhen's life safety. Once Zhu Qizhen died, even if he could return to the capital alive, his fate would be death. On the contrary, as long as Zhu Qizhen was not dead, even if he was captured by the Oirat people, in exchange for half of the Ming Dynasty, countless treasures, and hundreds of thousands of women and children being looted and slaughtered, he could still save his life and property.

Zhu Qizhen had the same idea. If he was captured, he would become a puppet emperor to save his life and property.

But if he died, a new emperor could be re-established in the capital immediately.

When he thought that if he died in the chaos of war, his half-brother might ascend to the throne, he wanted to immediately send someone to ask Yesen how much land he wanted him to cede and how much money he wanted to pay.

"Your Majesty, please do not listen to the slanderous words of the treacherous eunuchs!"

Kuang Ye's old face was full of tears and he kept kowtowing. Before this, he had repeatedly petitioned the emperor to return, but was punished to kneel in the grass for a night. Later, he accidentally fell off his horse and almost lost half his life. At the age of 65, he was so discouraged that he almost fainted on the spot.

Jeanne in the sky naturally had no intention of paying attention to this farce. She just looked at the majestic golden dragon of luck and sighed softly. Her dim figure was like a candle in the wind.

"Destiny."

"Next time, I will remind Losa to pay attention to this thing."

A gust of wind blew.

Jeanne's figure completely disappeared without a trace.

Prajna, who was still fighting with the Qiexue army, frowned. She blocked the long sword of a powerful enemy in front of her, but did not take the opportunity to counterattack. It seemed that she had already lost this battle record.

Fringilla died together with the Tatar shaman.

The lord was fighting with that foreign monk and it was hard to tell who would win.

Cherinina was seriously injured and it is unknown how much fighting power she has left.

Who among the remaining people can kill Master Yesen, who even the holy spear driven by Ranna's burning body into holy flames could not kill?

Prajna blinked her long eyelashes slightly: "Is this what they call "one has done everything humanly possible, but cannot defy fate?"

But that's it.

A huge black dragon suddenly let out a deafening roar in the distance.

Lothar transformed into a giant dragon, with eyes blazing like two bright lamps, and flapped his wings, as if dangling from the sky, and flew straight towards the golden dragon of luck that was hovering around Yesen.

On his back, Lavinia was supporting Cherinina as she grasped the spines on Losa's back.

"Dragon!"

"Be careful, it's the Hu people's demon dragon!"

"The golden dragon of Yuan Ting's luck, huh."

Losa sneered, and in his dragon claws, he crushed the bone bowl made of the skull of Emperor Lizong of Song that he had obtained from the foreign monk: "Then let the Fire Dragon of the Song court fight with you."

The next moment, the dragon energy of the Song Dynasty, which had been imprisoned for who knows how many years, rose into the sky.

It was filled with countless emotions of anger and hatred. It was originally a golden dragon, but after breaking free from its restraints, it immediately turned red and black. The red color represented the fire virtue represented by the Song Dynasty, and the black color represented the resentment that it was imprisoned by the foreign monks of the Yuan court and had to become an accomplice of the tiger.

The red and black dragon rushed to Yesen without hesitation and entangled with the golden dragon of luck that was entangled.

This damaged, incomplete dragon of Song Dynasty's destiny, which was destined to be reduced to ashes after being freed from the foreign monks, no longer cared about its own life or death. It stared with scarlet eyes and opened its bloody mouth to fight with the golden dragon of destiny.

One is the dragon vein of the previous dynasty that has been destroyed for nearly two hundred years, and the other is the dragon vein of the Yuan court that has been on the decline and expelled from the Central Plains. It is real but nameless. The two feel like they are evenly matched.

Yesen was frightened by this strange sight, but he immediately realized that the golden dragon was connected to his soul. Once it was damaged, his own luck would be damaged. If it was killed, he would never be able to become a Khan or an emperor again.

He immediately drew his bow and arrow, intending to lend a helping hand to his dragon energy.

"What are you still standing there for? Attack that red and black dragon!"

The Qiexue soldiers finally reacted and drew their bows and arrows.

However, Lothar had no intention of letting him interfere in the battle of dragon energy.

He opened his huge mouth full of fangs, and terrifying high temperature condensed in his mouth. The next moment, dragon flame spewed out.

Lavinia, who was standing on Lothar's back, released the decree almost at the same time, which descended on Yesen.

The incomparably huge golden dragon of luck had golden thorns entangled all over its body for a moment, and it was actually at a disadvantage in the fight with the already damaged black and red dragon.

Immediately afterwards, the blazing dragon flame followed.

Give it your all.

nothing left.

There was no emotion in the huge dragon's cold eyes, and the dragon fire it spewed out set off a blaze that spread across the prairie.

The temperature of the entire grassland suddenly rose sharply.

(End of this chapter)