At the gate of the palace, a group of guards were already waiting.

In terms of pomp, Saladin gave Shermel a very high treatment.

A black eunuch with a sharp voice stepped forward respectfully and said, "Master, the Governor has set off, and it is up to you whether you plan to leave with the Governor or go to the front line on your own. ”

"Where's the advisors?"

"They've already set off with the army."

"Then I'll come along."

Shermel nodded, he didn't have a deep relationship with the casters of the advisory group, and he felt that most of the people in the advisory group were a bunch of stupid people, even if there were a few high-level spellcasters with strong combat power, they belonged to the kind of practical spellcasters with strong destructive power but poor level of knowledge.

He used to despise this kind of person the most, like Mudrygui, a spellcaster who didn't even know the source of his power, even if he was equal in strength, he wouldn't want to advance to the legendary realm in this life.

It's just that they look down on them, they belong to a level of people, and they can still talk about it in some areas, unlike with ordinary people, who can't talk at all.

I was about to get on the bus.

He couldn't help but glance back in the direction he came, and his old friend's exhortation was not in his ears at all.

Almost all of his friends were urging him not to get involved in the wars between the secular lords anymore.

The transcendent should not waste his life on mundane trivialities - at the very least, a spellcaster like him, who has half a foot in the legend and is so knowledgeable that he can rank in the top ten in the entire Levant.

His bond with Saracen's interests is not as deep as that of his fellow witches who pursue love.

But the truth has no meaning for those who are obsessed.

He leaned down and got into the carriage.

But at this moment.

Ang –

A very penetrating roar, filled with violence and hatred, came from the clay pot in Shermel's hand, and the ghost spirit gushed out from the cracks in the clay pot, and the coachman who drove for him, the guards accompanying him, and even the horses pulling the cart were taken away from their lives almost instantly, and their souls were separated from their bodies and turned into ashes.

"What?"

Shermel's face was full of consternation, this ghost dragon had not had such a riot since it was "refined", and he had never doubted his friend's attainments in the field of alchemy.

I was surprised.

Ripples in the wind.

An invisible qi sword, with a terrifying sharp feeling that made people shudder, came in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

Bang –

A series of magical shields shattered like eggshells, and colorful broken ripples turned into a spiritual storm that swept away in all directions.

In an instant, the carriage fell apart.

"Dust of Shadows!"

Shermael quickly recited the incantation, and the spiritual brilliance turned into dust and flew away, only to see that in the air in front of her, a girl with long blue-gray hair holding two swords slowly revealed her figure.

Seeing that her whereabouts were exposed, Cherinina did not hesitate and flew towards Shermel.

The blue twin swords were surrounded by terrifying blue sword rays, and when they slashed through the air, they didn't even make a sound, but in Shermel's eyes, they were even more terrifying than a tsunami and thunderous movements.

In the court.

The shirtless man walked out quickly, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Good girl, is this the witch under the command of the demon duke?" The attribute of this kind of power is really terrifyingly sharp. ”

"Shermel, old fellow, if he hadn't gotten any weighty treasure from the Library of Alexandria, I'm afraid it would have been a bad thing this time."

He said that, but he didn't plan to help.

A man has a man's path.

He chose to retreat, at most selling some alchemical items to the Saracen spellcasters in exchange for the important knowledge they had acquired from the Library of Alexandria, but he never intended to go any further.

Even if Shermel had a good relationship with him, he could be regarded as one of the few friends.

But he didn't offend the "Demon Duke" for the sake of his friends, he had a good relationship with Anna of the Eastern Empire, and he learned some information about this guy from it, which was a ruthless character.

If there is a secular monarch in the entire Eastern world that he cannot provoke, it is only this person.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Shermel's face, and the various magic props he wore with him burst out with infinite brilliance at this moment of life and death.

Between life and death, he didn't dare to spare the slightest hand, and the horror of the enemy was far beyond his imagination.

The sword was embedded deep in his magical shield.

The distance between the two was so close that Shermel could even see the silver teeth of the girl on the other side, and the fingers that turned white from too much force.

"Blocked!"

For a while, I don't know how many layers of magic shields were cut open, but the incomparably sharp sword light also paused under the impact of this layer of spiritual light explosion.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened the top of the clay pot without hesitation.

The next moment, the terrifying ghost dragon, which was incomparably large and not much inferior to the previous one, flew towards Cherinina's face.

Its eyes were red, and two sharp claws protruded from its smoke-like formless body.

"No wonder it riots..."

In Shermel's heart, although the ghost dragon was no longer the same as the Karelian fire dragon, it still had some remnants of his previous instincts.

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

It was just a flash in the pan that day, but I didn't expect her strength to be so strong.

"No wonder Salman died at your hands."

Shermeier was amazed, but the movements of his hands did not hesitate at all, only to see him raise his hand to summon a row of mixed yellow clay tablets, which were engraved with dense ancient cuneiform characters, the clay tablets were just very ordinary materials, but the words on them made it glow with a terrifying spirituality that it should not have.

"Edict, ghost."

When the wind suddenly rose, the original attributeless spiritual brilliance on the clay tablet turned into a pitch-black color, pouring into the ghost dragon as if it were endless, this is the most superficial application of the mystery of ascending to the gods, using the power of the wedge-shaped stone slab to forcibly pull out the creatures in front of them into gods, giving them the terrifying power to control death.

Albeit only temporary.

But it is precisely because of the temporary situation that the uprooted creatures do not have to bear the disadvantages of becoming gods.

Shermel didn't know what the clay tablets were used for in ancient times, and Alexander who had taken it back from the East probably didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown it into the bottom of the library to eat ashes.

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

After receiving the spiritual infusion, the body of the ghost dragon swelled more than tenfold in an instant, and the entire city of Rashid was shocked by this terrifying scene, and one by one they shouted "The end is coming" and "The demon duke is coming", and fled in all directions.

The living have a natural fear of the dead, making it impossible for them to remain calm.

Those demons and ghosts that should not have been born were all condensed into their bodies with the arrival of the ghost dragon at this moment, and when the sky was covered by the ghost dragon, they came to the street unscrupulously, quickly devouring the lives of the living.

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

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

"It's a pity, such a pretty lady."

"That old thing of Shermel doesn't know what to pity at all—and that Duke of Lothar is the same thing, how can such a beautiful and powerful lady be willing to be sent out to be an assassin?"

At this time, the ghost dragon had already opened its bloody mouth, as if it was about to swallow the entire sky, and there was an extremely powerful suction force coming from it, and there was a smell of decay and death, enveloping Cherinina's body, causing her physical strength to decline rapidly.

In the face of this terrifying ghost dragon that seemed to envelop the entire heavenly dome, Cherinina's face did not show too much emotion.

The enemy is terrifying.

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

But Shemer, the most powerful spellcaster among the Saracens, the greatest stumbling block to your lordship over Egypt, must die here today!

She gritted her teeth, and as if she had melted into the wind, she flew out of the ghost dragon's gaping jaw, and the force of her throat lingered around the end of the sword, slashing down at Shermel.