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Chapter 607: Adil's Dilemma
The transition from half-dragon transformation to dragon transformation is a huge improvement, but it is still just like the previous half-dragon transformation, a hidden ability. If you use it casually, you may run out of mana before you can finish off the enemy.

However, half-dragon transformation is becoming a normal thing.

The sound of voices spread one after another. The news that Duke Lothar, the legendary guardian of the Holy Spear, had reappeared and was unanimously nominated as the Grand Marshal by the three kings was like a storm. It was not until the lower-level knights and soldiers who were not qualified to enter the military meeting and were waiting outside learned of it.

Next came the pilgrims.

The pilgrims, holding walking sticks, carrying backpacks and wearing soft hats, crowded together and cheered as they rushed to the outside of the military meeting camp. The atmosphere was even more lively than on Christmas Day.

They scrambled to try to occupy advantageous positions so that they could reach out and touch each other when the Grand Marshal left for his parade.

After all, this is the Guardian of the Holy Lance, which is much more reliable than the remains of saints hidden in every church, whose authenticity is unknown.

However, although they had such an intention, they lost their courage when "Saint Lothar" actually appeared, riding on a unicorn-like iron-clad giant horse.

Like waves of wheat blown by the wind, countless pilgrims and crusaders knelt on the ground, devoutly worshipping the young monarch who wore a golden mask and bright armor engraved with sacred patterns.

The Solar Eclipse held its head high, walked with dignity and pride, and accepted people's worship with peace of mind.

The Duke's Guards and Winged Hussars who led the way had proud smiles on their faces. The days that Lothar had been sleeping were the darkest moments in their lives.

"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about this day?"

"of course."

Baldwin IV smiled with relief: "After the battle of Kaleburg, I knew that only he could create the Kingdom of Heaven in my mind."

"You really have a keen eye for talent."

Baron Godfrey felt a little emotional. When he had just brought Balian back to the Holy Land from Gaul, he saw Lothar, just to show his brotherhood with old Werner.

In his expectation, Lothar would own a considerable fiefdom and become a baron, which was already the best he could do. He never expected that he would be able to achieve such great achievements.

Looking at his son who was also standing in the crowd and cheering, Godfrey was jealous: "Ah, that old fellow Werner, it's ok that he married the beautiful Lady Iris, and gave birth to such an outstanding son, but why is he so cross-eyed?"

Baldwin IV smiled and said: "Everything is God's will."

No matter what happens in this world, it is always okay as long as we attribute it to God's will.

Losa sat upright on his horse without looking around. His mental strength was strong enough that he could observe his surroundings without using his eyes - he saw many familiar faces.

The first Sipahi, the Coptic named Gallio; Abdullah, the Kurdish cavalry captain who fought alongside him when he first came to the Holy Land; Ulm, the first winged cavalry, now the sheriff of Semanud; Ned Stark, the poor knight who lost to him in the Austrian tournament and later became a knight of the Imperial Order under his command.
Without realizing it, he has changed the lives of many people.

Without him, Galio might have always been just a loader, Abdullah would have died on the way to follow Saleh, and Ulm would always be just a shepherd boy in Yogluburg.
Lothar set out from the camp outside the city and entered the city of Semanude. He was originally going to go to the cathedral in the city to be anointed by the bishop, but the news of the Saracen army's dispatch immediately made the revelers restless.

"Kill all those damned pagans!"

"They are courting their own death!"

Lothar looked up at the falcon circling in the clouds, sneered, and ordered: "Hans, raise my flag and let the Saracens know that I am back!"

A group of falcons flew across the sky.

"Lothar is fine!"

Outside the city, Adil, who was leading the Black Gurams along Lake Bululus, couldn't help but change his expression slightly after receiving the news.

Although he didn't say anything, his fingers gripping the reins had turned pale. "Let Master Shemaier come to see me! Immediately, right now!"

In the temporary camp.

Adil looked at Shemaier who was walking slowly towards him and sneered, "Master Shemaier, how did you guarantee that Lothar would die? Half a city and tens of thousands of lives, and this is the result?"

Shemaier frowned. "You mean he's okay?"

"How is this possible! That is the most terrifying ability of the ghost dragon, and with the blessing of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, unless you are a powerful spellcaster in the legendary realm, even if the ghost dragon does not occupy your body, you will be turned into a madman by the ghost dragon's heavy memory."

Adil laughed in anger: "I don't care about legends or clay tablets. I only know that I paid the price of half a city and tens of thousands of lives, but Lothar is still standing on the stage giving a speech and leading thousands of barbarians to fight me!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became: "Is it possible that my king gave you such support and met all your needs at all costs, and in return you killed the people under my rule and destroyed my city?"

Shemaier's face looked a little embarrassed.

Although he looked down on these mortals, he was actually a kind-hearted man. Since he had received so much support from Saladin, he was also willing to repay him. Revenge and repaying Saladin, these two combined were his motivation to continue to oppose Lothar.

Adil continued to speak: "You said at the time that for a spellcaster of Lothar's level, even if tens of thousands of people were sacrificed and half of the city was destroyed, as long as he could be killed, such a price would be worth it."

"I have paid the price, what is the result?"

"If I had known you were so unreliable, I would have preferred to find an evil god worshipped by the Nubians to offer sacrifice to!"

Shemaier barely managed to hold back his anger and said, "Governor, please be patient."

Adil was silent.

He took several deep breaths.

After a long while, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Master Shemaier. I saw with my own eyes how terrifying that ghost dragon was. Even it couldn't kill Lothar. You should be able to imagine the pressure I'm under right now."

He made a speech just this morning, threatening a decisive battle with the Crusaders.

Could he back down now?
If he really did that, wouldn't it prove that he was afraid of Lothar? The army's morale, which was originally quite high, would probably immediately plummet.

But when he thought that even the terrifying ghost dragon that seemed to be able to destroy the world could not kill Lothar, and that Lothar had several powerful spellcasters under his command who were suspected to be unrestrained by the magic gold, he really couldn't calm down.

Shemaier shook his head. "You don't have to be like that. That Lothar is indeed not a simple person, but you don't have to worry too much, Governor. The cuneiform tablets I obtained from the Library of Alexandria are ancient artifacts with infinite power. In the past half month, I have also studied many powerful spells from them. I am only one step away from the legendary level."

Adil was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I don't understand what a legend is. I just hope you can lead the Mage Advisory Group to stop those Frankish spellcasters and return this war to its original form."

Shemaier hesitated, but still nodded and said, "I'll do my best."

Although it feels like there is a high probability that he will be able to break through to the legendary realm in the next two days, this Lothar does seem a bit difficult to kill.

(End of this chapter)