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Chapter 610: The King's Blade
Fringilla's room has a very vampire witch feel.

The window was completely nailed shut, with only an iron lamp with a candle lit inside.

In the middle stood a large cauldron with bloody bubbles bubbling out of it. The table next to it was filled with various crystal and glass test tubes, which contained unknown liquids, mostly dark red in color.

Various dried animal and plant specimens were nailed to the walls with wooden wedges.

When Lothar pushed the door open, Fulin was concentrating on chanting an obscure spell, with extremely oppressive blood magic lingering in her throat. It was obvious that she was practicing a powerful spell.

Noticing Losa coming in, she quickly stopped the spell and rushed over excitedly: "You're back!"

Fringilla was very excited. After becoming an elite, her blood magic expertise unlocked many advanced spells. These spells were all-encompassing, and many vampires spent their entire lives trying to understand even one-tenth of them.

Although Fulin was very powerful at her peak in her previous life, she was a lazy person and spent most of her long life sleeping. Although these spells were rooted in her blood, she had never studied them in depth.

Losa was a little overwhelmed and pushed Fulin away. The little girl had now transformed into a grown-up girl, and her plump parts were now plump, completely different from the flat and open area before.

"Why do you suddenly want to study hard?"

Fulin snorted softly, "I finally understand. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Even if Prajna, that big fool, values ​​your safety, she is just a little scum who hasn't become an elite yet. It's impossible to expect her to protect your safety."

Losa smiled awkwardly and didn't respond to the conversation. The reason why Prajna was not upgraded was because of him.

"Well, considering that she tried hard to make amends afterwards, I won't blame her. I recently developed a super powerful spell. If I run into that old man Shemer again, I will definitely scatter his ashes."

"What spell?"

She pulled Rosa to the table with great interest and pointed at the series of spell models she had analyzed on it: "This is it - Blood Demon Explosion!"

Lothar looked at it carefully for a while. He was also an expert in blood magic and quickly recognized several of the spell models, but he could not understand the subsequent ones.

Although he later learned some introductory spells from Anna, it was still too difficult for him to understand these magics that were considered high-level even in the Blood Court. The talent of blood magic expertise was a huge treasure trove, but it had yet to be developed.

Even though he couldn't understand, Losa listened to the little girl Fulin's chattering very attentively.

It's rare that she studies magic so hard.

"In short, as long as I master this spell, I can bypass the old man's spiritual barrier and directly control the blood in his body to riot. If I can't kill him, I'll make it impossible for him to concentrate on casting spells."

Fulin gritted her teeth in anger when she recalled how Shemaier had bombarded her with spells in the blood field. She had thought that after becoming an elite, she would be able to get rid of the situation where she was at the bottom of the team in terms of combat power. However, she was severely suppressed just as she was about to show her prowess.

“Awesome!”

Luo Sa smiled and touched her head, and said with some emotion: "You have grown so tall."

The little girl smiled proudly: "Hehe."

She deliberately adjusted her figure so that Losa would no longer treat her as a little girl.

"I heard that you and Nina had a quarrel? Weren't you two the best friends in the world?"

The smile on Fulin's face disappeared, and she snorted, "I'm not the best person in the world with her."

Losa couldn't help laughing. He could see that Fulin had actually calmed down a long time ago, but she just had no way out.

"Well, that's what Nina thinks anyway. It seems she is just being overly sentimental."

Fulin snorted: "Yes, you are a foolish woman who is too sentimental."

"Master, please act quickly."

In the desert, a young man is walking briskly.

Behind him, there was an enraged monster following.

This young man is also a member of Saladin's court spellcasting team, but his extraordinary power comes from a dagger, which he calls the King's Blade.

According to legend, this was the dagger used by Brutus to assassinate Gaius Julius Caesar during the ancient empire. It is a symbol of betrayal, embodying Caesar's disbelief at the betrayal of his adopted son before his death, as well as the fear and anxiety in the heart of Brutus who held the dagger at the time. It is an out-and-out murder weapon.

With the help of the extraordinary power obtained from the weapon, even if he can threaten a powerful quasi-legendary spellcaster, his own life level cannot be improved. Not only can he not have a long life like the spellcaster, but because this weapon will continuously drain the life of the user, causing him to die young.

After witnessing Shemayer's heroic performance in using the cuneiform tablet that day, he decisively joined the master's team, only asking for a treasure that could prolong his life.

Running wildly behind him and chasing him was a desert rock dragon that lived in the Kargah Desert. It was a medium-sized dragon species. Although its strength was average, that was because it could not breathe dragon breath. In terms of melee ability alone, it was superior to many higher-level dragon species.

This is also the general advantage of ground dragons over flying dragons. Of course, this advantage is often not brought into play in the conflict between the two types of dragons. Unless the flying dragon is a fool, it is impossible for it to come down and fight with the ground dragon in close combat.

At this time, the desert rock dragon's body was covered with small wounds, and blood was splashing as it ran. Its eyes were full of hatred as it stared at the young man.

Being abruptly awakened from his slumber, Yanlong had already hated this damn invader.

In Shemaier's hand, a wedge-shaped clay tablet was hanging high, and a line of ancient and crude words fell with a bang and hit the rock dragon's head.

The desert rock dragon immediately struggled in pain, but soon it calmed down and lowered its head to Shemaier to express its submission.

During the years that Shemaier has been living with the Karelian Fire Dragon, he has used the dragon blood of the Karelian Fire Dragon for a lot of research and is considered a half-dragon expert.

Combined with the power of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he could tame even a giant dragon known for its unruly nature.

There are many kinds of dragons, but as long as they have true dragon blood, they are not weak. Even those with thin blood often make human warriors famous as "dragon slayers". Lower-level dragons with thin blood are stronger than beasts such as lions and tigers.

"Master, I didn't expect that you have such profound attainments in 'Dragonology'. If you continue like this, by the time the war starts, I'm afraid we will be able to form a giant dragon army."

The young man complimented.

Shemaier shook his head. "They are just a group of low-level dragons. They are useful to the secular army, but they can only attract a little attention from Lothar and his group of mages."

He didn't dislike the young man. If he wanted to survive and acquire knowledge, he should naturally be humble and ask for advice. Why did he always act so arrogantly? Did he expect others to beg him to be their student and pass on their precious knowledge to him?

The young man frowned and said, "Lothar does have some very troublesome witches under his command. We may not be his opponents. How far are you from becoming a legendary?"

"It should be in the next two days."

There was a spiritual glow in Shemaier's eyes. The world he saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw, and it was also different from the "spiritual vision" possessed by ordinary spellcasters.

Vaguely, he could even gain insight into the rules of the world.

A spellcaster in the legendary realm is capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with gods. Now, after the Ragnarok of the Gods, he is even a great being that is superior to most gods. He is the dream goal of all spellcasters.

Although high-level wizards can cast spells that can destroy the world, if they are caught off guard and besieged by mortals wielding magic-blocking gold weapons, there is a high probability that they will die.

But if it is a legend, no matter how many mortals come, they will just be food for the dead.

And he was only a step away from this step.

He felt that he could overcome the barrier that was preventing him from breaking through by simply using the ascension secret technique on the wedge-shaped clay tablet once more.

The young man exclaimed: "Master, are you serious?"

"Ah."

Shemaier nodded, without showing much pride. If it weren't for the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he would probably have been stuck at the doorstep of the legendary realm all his life. Even if he broke through to the legendary realm, it was by using tricks, and there was still a gap between him and those serious legendary spellcasters.

It is hard to imagine what kind of powerful civilization the Babylonians created in the distant mythological era.

"Congratulations!"

The young man's face was full of envy.

Apart from other things, the greatest characteristic of a legendary spellcaster is his long lifespan. I have never heard of a legendary spellcaster who died of old age at the end of his lifespan.

If I could become a legend, wouldn't I be able to use the King-Slaying Blade casually, since it would shorten my lifespan every time I use it?
(End of this chapter)