People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 583 Assassination
At the palace gate, a group of guards and carriages were waiting.

In terms of pomp and circumstance, Saladin gave Shemail quite high treatment.

A black eunuch with a shrill voice came forward and said respectfully: "Master, the Governor-General has already set off. It is up to you whether you plan to leave with the Governor-General or go to the front line on your own."

"Where are the people from the advisory group?"

"They have already set out with the army."

"Then I'll come along too."

Shemaier nodded. He didn't have a close relationship with the spellcasters in the advisory group, and he felt that most of them were a bunch of idiots. Even if there were a few powerful high-level spellcasters, they were practical spellcasters with great destructive power but poor knowledge.

He used to look down upon this kind of people the most, for example, a spellcaster like Mudrigi who didn't even know the source of his power. Even if he was as powerful as him, he would never be able to advance to the legendary realm in his lifetime.

Even though they looked down on each other, they were still people of the same level and could still talk to each other in certain areas. It was not like being with ordinary people where they could not communicate at all.

Just about to get in the car.

He couldn't help but look back in the direction he came from. His old friend's advice did not go unheard of.

Almost all of his friends advised him not to get deeply involved in the war between secular lords.

Extraordinary people shouldn't waste their lives on mundane trivialities - at least, a spellcaster like him who has one foot halfway into legend and whose knowledge is so rich that he can be ranked in the top ten in the entire Levant region shouldn't.

His bond of interest with the Saracens was not as deep as that of his fellow witches who were pursuing love.

But truth has no meaning to those who are obsessed.

He ducked into the carriage.

But that's it.

hold head high--

A very piercing roar filled with violence and hatred came from the clay pot in Shemayer's hand. Evil spirit gushed out from the cracks in the pottery pot. The coachman who drove the car for him, the guards who accompanied him, and even the horse that pulled the car, were all killed in an instant. Their souls left their bodies and turned into ashes.

"what?"

Shemaier's face was full of astonishment. Since the ghost dragon was "refined", there had never been such a riot. He also never doubted his friend's attainments in the field of alchemy.

Just when I was surprised.

Ripples in the wind.

An invisible sword of air, with a terrifying sharpness that made one's spine shudder, appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

boom--

A series of magic shields shattered like eggshells, and the colorful broken ripples turned into a spiritual storm, sweeping in all directions.

In an instant, the carriage fell apart.

"Appearing Dust!"

Shemaier quickly recited the spell silently, and the spiritual light turned into dust and flew away. In the air in front of him, a girl with long blue-gray hair holding two swords slowly revealed her figure.

Seeing that her whereabouts were exposed, Cherinina did not hesitate at all and flew towards Shemaier to kill him.

The two azure swords were surrounded by terrifying blue sword beams. When they passed through the air, no sound was made. However, in Shemaier's eyes, they were even more terrifying than a tsunami or thunder.

In the palace.

The shirtless man walked out quickly and couldn't help but exclaimed: "My goodness, is this the witch under the command of the Demon Duke? The attributes of this power are really sharp and frightening."

"If old fellow Shemer doesn't get some valuable treasure from the Library of Alexandria, this time he's probably in trouble."

Although he said this, he had no intention of helping.

Everyone has his own path.

He chose to live in seclusion, and at most sold some alchemical tools to Saracen spellcasters in exchange for the important knowledge they obtained from the Library of Alexandria, but he never intended to get involved more deeply.

Even though Shemer had a good relationship with him, he could be considered one of the few friends.

But he would not offend the "Devil Duke" just for his friend. He had a good relationship with Anna from the Eastern Empire and learned some information about this guy from her. He was a ruthless character.

If there is any secular monarch in the entire Eastern world that he cannot afford to offend, it is only this man.

A fine layer of cold sweat oozed out of Shemaier's face, and the various magic props he carried with him all burst into infinite brilliance at this moment of life and death.

Between life and death, he didn't dare to hold back at all, as the enemy's terror was far beyond his imagination.

The sword's light was deeply embedded in his magic shield.

The two were so close that Shemer could even see the girl's clenched teeth and her fingers turning white from using too much force.

"blocked!"

For a moment, no one knew how many layers of magic shields were cut open, but the sharp sword light also paused under the impact of the explosion of these layers of spiritual light.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the top of the pottery jar without hesitation.

The next moment, the terrifying ghost dragon, which was extremely huge and not much inferior to its size when it was alive, flew towards Cherinina.

Its eyes were red, and two sharp claws extended from its invisible body like smoke.

“No wonder it rioted.”

Shemaier suddenly realized that although the Ghost Dragon was no longer the same individual as the Karelian Fire Dragon, it still retained some of its original instincts.

And the female assassin in front of him was the culprit who killed him!

It was just a fleeting glimpse that day, but I didn't expect her power to be so strong.

“No wonder Salman died at your hands.”

Shemaier exclaimed in amazement, but his hands did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and summoned a row of yellowish clay tablets, which were engraved with densely packed ancient cuneiform characters. The clay tablets were made of ordinary material, but the characters on them made them exude a terrifying spirituality that they should not have.

"Imperial decree, ghosts and gods."

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the spiritual light on the clay tablet, which was originally attributeless, turned into a pitch-black color and poured into the ghost dragon like an endless stream. This was the most superficial application of the secret of ascension to the gods. It used the power in the wedge-shaped stone tablet to forcibly promote the creature in front of it to become a god, and give it the terrifying power to control death.

Although it is only a temporary improvement.

But precisely because it is temporary, the promoted creatures do not have to bear the disadvantages of becoming gods.

Shemayer didn't know what the clay tablets were used for in ancient times, and Alexander, who looted them from the East, probably didn't know either, otherwise he wouldn't have casually thrown them into the bottom floor of the library to collect dust.

But he guessed that this thing was most likely not used to deify people, and the usage he had figured out was just the most superficial and superficial application.

Infused with spiritual energy, the ghost dragon's body expanded more than ten times in an instant. The entire city of Rashid was shocked by this horrifying scene. Everyone screamed, "The end of the world is coming!" and "The Devil Duke is coming!" and fled in all directions.

The living's natural fear of the dead makes it impossible for them to remain calm.

Those demons and ghosts that should not have been born, at this moment, quickly condensed into form with the arrival of the ghost dragon. When the sky was covered by the ghost dragon, they came to the streets unscrupulously and quickly devoured the lives of the living.

The man standing in front of the palace couldn't help but show a look of shock on his face.

"This guy really found unimaginable treasures from the Library of Alexandria."

"What a shame, such a pretty lady."

"That old fellow Shemaier doesn't know how to be gentle with women. And that Duke Lothar is the same kind of person. How could they bear to send such a beautiful and powerful lady as an assassin?"

The ghost dragon had opened its bloody mouth at this time, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sky. An extremely strong suction force came from it, and there was a breath of decay and death that enveloped Cherinina, causing her physical strength to decline rapidly.

Facing this terrifying ghost dragon that seemed to cover the entire sky, Cherinina's face did not reveal much emotion.

The enemy is terrifying.

She knew that it would be difficult for her to escape today.

But Shemaier, the most powerful spellcaster among the Saracens and the biggest obstacle to your rule over Egypt, must die here today!
She clenched her teeth, and her whole body seemed to blend into the wind, flying out of the ghost dragon's gaping mouth. The force of strangling her throat lingered on the tip of the sword, and she slashed down fiercely at Shemail.

(End of this chapter)