People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 644 Bull God
As Master Shemaier pointed his finger at the mirror, ripples spread out as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake.

"Governor, do you know the god Apis?"

"Of course I know." Adil nodded slightly, "The bull god who is in charge of abundance and production."

Even though he was a pagan, Adil was well aware of many Egyptian myths, because even now, in many rural areas of Egypt, there is still a tradition of selecting sacred cows for worship and praying for a good harvest.

"In the Library of Alexandria, I found a ritual vessel for the Bull God, and inside it I found the remnant soul of the sleeping Bull God."

Adil couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Why didn't he pay attention to such a precious land before?
If they could train a group of direct spellcasters from childhood like they did with the Mamluks, why would they have to ask for help from arrogant outsiders like Master Shemaier now? The benefits could also fall on their own people.

The direct lineage spellcasters are definitely much more obedient than these "mercenaries".

Shemaier looked at Adil deeply and chuckled, "It is not easy to train a spellcaster. Unless one is a genius, it will take about 30 years to become a mid-level spellcaster. And if a mid-level spellcaster is not careful, he can be killed by an ordinary person holding a magic-blocking gold weapon."

Adil's heart trembled: "Can you hear my voice?"

Shemaier said softly, "Your emotions are fluctuating too much. I just stepped into the legendary realm, and the overflowing spiritual power spontaneously captured it. As long as you focus your mind, this situation will not happen."

Adil seemed relieved and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Master. I offended you."

Although he said this, he didn't dare to have any other thoughts in his mind.

The legendary spellcaster is so scary.

Shemaier continued, "Governor, do you think there is something wrong with what I just said?"

"No, no."

Adil sneered.

The Ayyubid Dynasty was a new dynasty. It took only more than 20 years for it to train its own spellcasters, even if we count from the time when his brother Saladin became the Grand Vizier of the Fatimid Dynasty.

This amount of time is definitely not enough to train a useful spellcaster.

But who knows.

Maybe there are a few geniuses hidden in their Ayyubid family?
Shemaier sighed and touched the mirror with his finger again. "The reign of a mortal monarch is only twenty to thirty years. Once he dies, his regime is gone. It is not easy to train a spellcaster of your own."

A strong green light suddenly appeared on the mirror.

Shemaier murmured softly, "Master Ali's weight is still a little light, so let this revived ancient god borrow Master Ali's body to play with you again."

"Master, won't you do it yourself?"

Adil was a little puzzled. An ancient god, including Master Ali, paid such a huge price. Was it just to test the enemy's strength?

Shemer shook his head and said nothing.

He has become a legend now, but he has not become much more arrogant because of it.

Although the legend is powerful, Prince Lothar and his witches are not easy to deal with: "Their methods are varied and strange, and the power attributes they use are many that even I have never seen before."

The battle between spellcasters is a battle with hidden cards.

Whoever can anticipate the enemy's moves is halfway to victory.

What's more, an ancient god who was almost dead and Ali who was already dead were not of much weight in his eyes, just consumables.

A hundred miles away, in front of Natawa Fort.

The battle is coming to an end.

The captives surrendered, including the enemy leader, Majid Isma, the governor of Fayoum province, and the remaining people had no enthusiasm to fight anymore. After witnessing the enemy's horror with their own eyes, even the most fanatical religious lunatics would become much calmer.

The headless body of the dead Master Ali is still embedded in the wooden dragon.

The originally tough wooden strips gradually became withered after their owner died.

But at this moment.

A beam of green light descended from the sky, aiming directly at the broken neck of the headless corpse whose chest was pierced by the Spear of Destiny.

In just a blink of an eye, bud tissue began to grow at the broken neck.

The flesh and blood began to wriggle at the big hole pierced by the Spear of Destiny. Each granulation of flesh fit together with the granulation of flesh on the opposite side, like a zipper being pulled up, and the missing flesh and blood proliferated again.

It was obvious to him that Master Ali had already died, and even his soul had been torn to pieces by his and Cherinina's powerful attacks. It was too unreasonable for him to be resurrected, right?

Losa looked at this scene in surprise, frowned and said, "It seems that after killing an enemy in the future, it won't be enough to just chop off his head."

He sighed, but his hands did not slow down at all.

The enemy is about to be resurrected. Should we wait until he is fully alive before attacking?

Under the feet of the wooden dragon, the ground cracked and white smoke came out. Boiling magma gushed out under the drive of Losa's dual "volcanic divinity".

The moisture in the half-dried branches and wood strips was quickly evaporated, and they burst into flames as if they were thrown into a fire.

boom!
In just a few breaths, the wooden dragon turned into a burning fire dragon.

Lothar took advantage of the situation and the Spear of Destiny appeared in his hand again.

This divine weapon that belonged to him alone was used without any sluggishness like when he used Jeanna's holy spear. With just a move of faith, the power of the dragon in his body surged out and was injected into it.

hold head high--

A melodious dragon roar resounded in all directions.

Behind Lothar, an unimaginable red and black dragon appeared out of thin air, transforming into streams of light that merged into the golden spear in his hand.

Lean back.

The force penetrates the whole body!

Lothar threw the spear of destiny in his hand hard.

at this time.

The green light injected into Ali's remains had just repaired his body, and a huge bull head grew at the broken neck.

His eyes were blurry, as if he was communicating with some being.

"Remember our agreement, legendary spellcaster."

He uttered an ancient divine sound, and the first moment he came to his senses, the divine spear that was surrounded by an incomparably terrifying aura continued to enlarge before his eyes!
"Is this the mortal you spoke of?"

The revived ancient god showed an expression of disbelief on his bull face. These ancient gods who have survived until now not only have extremely limited power left, but their status has also declined a lot as their believers have dispersed.

A golden light spread out in all directions.

The speed of the flying Spear of Destiny immediately slowed down significantly.

The originally dry and burning wooden dragon was once again covered with a layer of green light. It flapped its wings and flew up, narrowly avoiding the shot.

He quickly devoured the remaining soul of Master Ali in the body and took over this body containing powerful magic. His status, which had originally fallen to the level of demigod, showed a tendency to rise again - that was the power of the wedge-shaped clay tablet controlled by Shemayer, the step to becoming a god.

He couldn't help but let out a refreshing moo. The fear of having to face a powerful enemy just after waking up disappeared at this moment, leaving only the joy of being reborn.

An area surrounded by a faint green glow quickly expanded, enveloping Lothar.

Lothar, who was very familiar with this kind of power, immediately realized one thing - this was the divine domain controlled by the unknown enemy in front of him!
"Mortal, even if I have fallen for countless years, I am still the undisputed righteous god of this land. If you want to be a godslayer, you'd better go to the underworld."

Losa's expression moved slightly, this sentence sounded so familiar.

“When I dealt with the crocodile god, He seemed to have said the same thing.”