People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 282 Seleucid King
There is no doubt that this is an artifact!
The awe-inspiring divine power unique to the artifact made Isaac feel as if a boulder was pressed against his chest.

Moreover, this artifact fits extremely well with the sacred power of the female knight in front of him. In his sight, Jeanna is like a giant beam of light reaching the sky and the earth.

Illuminate Vientiane.

Divine majesty.

It makes people feel a sense of worship.

"Evil Spirit, is there any last words you want to say?"

Jean Na had just led the crusader knights to launch a round of charge, but she didn't look tired at all, her eyes were piercing, and the brows were full of inviolable dignity and majesty.

almost like athena
Isaac sighed in his heart: "My honorable lady, can I have the honor to know your name?"

Rang Na shook her head and said, "A mere reputation is not enough."

Isaac sighed lightly: "You are so noble and powerful, yet you are still so cautious."

If he could know Rang Na's real name, he could still use the power of the curse to deal with her. Looking at it now, let alone defeating the opponent, it is unknown whether he can escape.

This kind of divine power is too powerful to restrain such an evil spirit like a mouse in a dark ditch who has been dead for many years.

Jeanna didn't want to waste her words anymore, she raised the holy spear in her hand, her voice suddenly raised: "Face the judgment, evil spirit."

"Evil Spirit."

Isaac was slightly startled, with a weird smile on his face.

"Will it be easy to distinguish if it is disguised like this?"

Around him, ripples appeared in the air.

An invisible and qualityless terrifying force, which seemed to have condensed countless evil thoughts, felt scalp numb at a glance and wanted to turn around and run away, entrenched beside him, ready to go.

Withdrew to the distance, Celinina, who was watching the battle, moved slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

Fringira grabbed her arm just in time.

Celinina frowned: "It was this kind of power just now. It is extremely secretive, but extremely dangerous. Can Ms. Jeanna handle it alone?"

Fringila quickly reminded: "Don't forget about Jeanna's identity. If you go there now, not only won't be of much help, but she has to be careful not to purify you along with her."

"Ah, yes."

Celinina was slightly taken aback.

Only then did I realize that this woman who usually doesn't seem very reliable, who thinks about being lazy and doing shit all day long.

It was the dark creature that made countless werewolves on the two Sicily islands change their faces when they heard about it; the dark creature who died in her hands every year, thousands of chief thugs of the Holy Church-the Knight of Glory.

"Face the judgment, evil spirit."

The golden holy flame suddenly ignited on Jeanna's body.

On the silver-white armor, sacred and mysterious lines emerged, and the terrifying aura lingering around Isaac had not yet approached, like a drizzle pouring into a mountain fire, and was evaporated.

The rusty holy spear, under the burning of the holy flame, reappeared its former brilliance. It was the sharp weapon that once belonged to the god king Odin-Kungunir!
The black dragon that had turned into a mummified corpse let out a mournful roar, and the ghostly green will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes, under the terrifying holy flames, were like candles in the wind and rain.

There was a sneer on Isaac's face: "I am the greatest successor after Alexander's death - the monarch who ruled Antioch and Seleucia, the king of Seleucid."

"You and other traitors deserve to die."

Invisible evil forces surrounded Isaac, forming a terrifying dragon, fighting against Jeanne's holy flame.

Although Sheng Yan restrained evil spirits, the total amount of strength in Isaac's body was several times stronger than that of Jeanna. For a while, the two were evenly matched.

"Although there are many evils, don't beat my spear."

"Seiya!"

The mighty chant sounded.

It can be vaguely seen that there are countless illusory angels with white feathers appearing in mid-air, holding sacred books in their hands, and reciting huge hymns.

The golden glow illuminated the entire port as bright as day.

The body surface of Isaac and the black dragon under his feet seemed to be corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, and billowing white smoke came out. The originally monstrous flames were quickly suppressed and became sluggish.

"how is this possible!"

"how can that be?"

"How could her strength be still increasing?"

The golden holy spear flew out.

It was like the first ray of light that cut through the night and opened up the world.

Black smoke billowed.

In Isaac's unbelievable surprised eyes.

The holy spear pierced through his chest, and the blazing holy flames suddenly covered his entire body, including the black dragon under his feet, forming a flaming torch.

"Is this solved?"

Lothar, who came in a hurry, couldn't help frowning.

He didn't have time to grab the head!

Jeanna opened her hand, and the holy spear fell back into her hand, and the brilliance was reduced again, turning into a rusty appearance.

"I'm sorry, my lord. I'm watching his aura below. His crimes are heinous. I don't know how many lives died at his hands, so he didn't keep his hands."

Looking at the flaming "torch", Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "It's okay, just solve it, and to get Limassol, this expedition to Cyprus is already worth the fare."

"not yet."

Prajna, who was standing beside Lothar, suddenly spoke.

I saw her throwing the black ghost mask in her hand.

It swelled and expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it stood like a hill in the wide street.

There were bursts of ghost crying.

The ghost face shield seems to form a gate of hell, with all kinds of strange faces on it, as if submerged in the underworld, ups and downs.

Jeanna immediately reacted: "This evil spirit has left Isaac's body?"

"Ah."

Prajna raised her hand.

From behind Lothar, a black shadow quickly grew in size, opened a palm covered with black scales, and pinched the back of his neck, but Prajna directly grabbed his arm.

Black Shadow struggled desperately.

"How can you see me?"

"No, how could you touch mine?"

Prajna's expression was indifferent, with no intention of explaining.

As the gatekeeper of hell and the general of the ghost clan, she can see and touch the evil spirits, which is nothing more than normal.

This black shadow evil spirit is actually quite terrifying, but the two enemies it encountered successively restrained it perfectly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

"I am willing to surrender, that Earl of Lothar, you are a dragonborn, right? Me too. I can help you!"

Black Shadow shouted.

Banruo looked at Lothar, the ghost in her hand was struggling constantly, but her slender white fingers and her rather thin figure remained motionless.

"Are you a dragonborn too?"

Lothar showed a very interested expression on his face.

"Yes, that's right, I am also a dragonborn. I am King Seleucid, the most important and most dependent general of His Majesty Alexander. I used the blood of the dragon in my body to help him defeat the Persians."

King Seleucid
After Alexander's death, his empire fell apart into Antioch Macedonia, Ptolemaic Egypt, Seleucid Dynasty and other successor countries. They attacked each other and competed for Alexander's inheritance.

The dynasty founded by Seleucus was once the largest empire among them.

"What can you do for me?"

The black shadow eagerly said: "I can help you discover the dragon's blood in your body, make you complete the transformation, become as powerful as me, and even train a dragon army to rule Constantinople and the Pope's city .”

Lothar sighed lightly: "Isaac must have believed your nonsense and ended up like this?"

The quota of imperial knights is also invalid for it, presumably.

"Hana, do me a favor."

He looked at Prajna, who poured the power in his body into Lothar at the right time, endowing him with the power to deal with incorporeal bodies like evil spirits in a short time.

This is the effect of a further increase in intimacy, just like when Fringilla lent him strength to deal with the crocodile in Montreal.

He grabs the shadow.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the gate of hell standing in the middle of the street.

Then, he slammed it firmly on the door.

Countless dead souls immediately seemed to have grasped at straws, desperately grabbing at the shadow, trying to get out of the door and return to the human world.

This obsession is the former Seleucid king, and the shadow of today is very clear.

But so many dead souls are holding on to a life-saving straw, which will only make this straw sink into the underworld along with them.

"No, let me out, I am Seleucus, I am the Manifest King, the King of Dragonborn, you can't do this to me, let me out!"

The screams gradually faded away.

The gate of hell shrank accordingly, and turned into the ghost face shield again. The ghost face on it stretched out its tongue and licked the sharp fangs, showing a very satisfied expression.

at the same time.

In Lothar's ears.

The system beep sounds.

You killed a dragon-born evil spirit, your level increased, and the awakening degree of the dragon-born blood increased.

you got
(End of this chapter)