Chapter 583 Assassination
At the entrance of the palace, a group of carriages and horses guarded by guards were waiting.
In terms of ostentation, Saladin gave Schmeir quite high treatment.
A black eunuch with a sharp voice stepped forward respectfully and said: "Master, the Governor has already set off. Whether you plan to leave with the Governor or go to the front line by yourself is up to you."
"Where are the people on the advisory board?"
"They have already set off with the army."
"Then let me come too."
Shemeier nodded. He didn't have a close relationship with the spellcasters in the advisory group, and he felt that most of the advisory group were a bunch of idiots. Even if there were a few powerful high-level spellcasters, they were still destructive. A practical spellcaster with great power but poor knowledge.
He used to look down on people like this the most. For example, spellcasters like Mudriji who didn't even know the source of their power. Even if they were equal to him in strength, they would never be able to advance to the legendary realm in this life.
It's just that I look down upon them. After all, they belong to the same level of people and can still chat in some fields. Unlike ordinary people, they can't talk at all.
About to get in the car.
He couldn't help but look back in the direction he came from. His old friend's advice was not lost on him.
Almost all his friends were trying to persuade him not to get too involved in the war between secular lords.
Extraordinary people should not waste their lives on mundane trivial matters - at the very least, a spellcaster like him who has half a foot in legend and whose knowledge is so rich that he can be ranked among the top ten in the entire Levant region should not.
His connection with the interests of the Saracens is not as deep as that of his fellow witches who pursue love.
But truth means nothing to people who are obsessed with it.
He lowered himself into the carriage.
But that's it.
hold head high--
A very penetrating roar, filled with violence and hatred, came from the clay pot in Schermel's hand, and the ghostly aura spewed out from the gaps in the clay pot. The coachman who drove him and the accompanying guards , and even the horse pulling the cart, their lives were taken away almost instantly, and their souls were separated from the body and turned into fly ash.
"What?"
Shemeier's face was full of astonishment. This ghost dragon had never had such a riot since it was "refined", and he had never doubted his friend's attainments in the field of alchemy.
Just astonished.
There are ripples in the wind.
An invisible air sword, with a spine-tingling terrifying edge, arrived in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.
boom--
A series of magic shields shattered like egg shells, and the colorful broken ripples turned into a spiritual storm that swept away in all directions.
In an instant, the carriage fell apart.
"Apparition Dust!"
Shemaier recited a spell silently quickly, and the spiritual radiance turned into dust and flew away. In the air in front of him, a girl with two swords and long blue-grey hair slowly revealed herself.
Seeing that her whereabouts were exposed, Cherinina did not hesitate and flew towards Shemel.
There was a terrifying blue sword light lingering on the azure swords. When they passed through the air, they did not make even the slightest sound. However, in Shemeier's eyes, it was simply more terrifying than the tsunami and the thunderous movement.
In the palace.
The man with his bare upper body walked out quickly and couldn't help but exclaimed: "My dear, is this the witch under the command of the Demon Duke? The attributes of this kind of power are really scary."
"Old guy Shemeier, if he doesn't get any valuable treasure from the Library of Alexandria, I'm afraid things will be bad this time."
Even though he said this, he had no intention of helping.
A person has his or her own path.
He chose to hide from the world, and at most he sold some alchemy tools to the Saracen casters in exchange for the important knowledge they obtained from the Library of Alexandria, but he never planned to get involved further.
Even if Shemeier has a good relationship with him, they can be regarded as one of the few friends.
But he would not offend the "Demon Duke" just for the sake of his friends. He had a good relationship with Anna from the Eastern Empire and got some information about this guy from him. He was a ruthless character.
If there is any secular monarch in the entire Eastern world that he cannot offend, it is this person.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Shemaier's face, and the various magic props he wore with him erupted into infinite brilliance at this time of life and death.
Between life and death, he did not dare to hold back at all. The enemy's terror was far beyond his imagination.
The sword light was deeply embedded in his magic shield.
The distance between the two was so close that Shemeier could even see the clenched silver teeth of the girl opposite and her fingers that were turning white from too much force.
"blocked!"
For a time, no one knew how many layers of magic shields were cut open, but the extremely sharp sword light also stopped under the impact of the explosion of layers of spiritual light.
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 extremely huge and not much inferior to its original size, flew towards Cherinina's face.
Its eyes were red, and two sharp claws protruded from the invisible body like smoke.
"No wonder it riots."
Shemeier suddenly realized that although the ghost dragon was no longer the same individual as the Karelian fire dragon, some of its instincts remained.
And the female assassin in front of him was the culprit who killed him!
She only saw her for a moment that day, but she was so powerful.
"No wonder Salman died in your hands."
Shemaier exclaimed, but his hands did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and summoned a row of yellow clay tablets, which were engraved with dense ancient cuneiform characters. The clay tablets were just ordinary materials, but the characters on them made them glow with a terrifying spirituality that they should not have.
"Decree, ghosts and gods."
A strong wind suddenly blew, and the spiritual brilliance on the clay tablets, which originally had no attributes, turned into a pitch-black color, pouring into the ghost dragon like an endless stream. This was the most superficial application of the secret of ascending to the gods, using the power in the wedge-shaped stone tablet to forcibly promote the creature in front of him to become a god, giving it the terrifying power to control death.
Although it was only a temporary promotion.
But it was precisely because of the temporary nature that the promoted creatures did not have to bear the disadvantages of becoming gods.
Shemaier didn't know what the clay tablet was used for in ancient times. Alexander, who looted it from the East, probably didn't know either, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown it into the bottom floor of the library to collect dust.
But he guessed that this thing was probably not used to deify. The use he had figured out was just the most superficial and superficial application.
With the infusion of spirituality, the body of the ghost dragon expanded more than ten times in an instant. The whole city of Rashid was shocked by this terrifying scene. Everyone shouted "The end of the world is coming" and "The devil duke is coming" and fled in all directions.
The natural fear of the living for the dead creatures made it impossible for them to remain calm.
Those demons and ghosts that should not have been born, at this moment, quickly condensed their bodies with the arrival of the ghost dragon. When the sky was covered by the ghost dragon, they came to the street unscrupulously and quickly devoured the lives of the living.
The man standing in front of the palace couldn't help but show a trace of shock on his face.
"This guy really found an unimaginable treasure from the Library of Alexandria."
"What a pity for such a beautiful lady."
"That old thing Shemaier doesn't know how to be gentle with women - and that Duke Lothar is the same. How can you bear to send such a beautiful and powerful lady as an assassin?"
The ghost dragon has opened its bloody mouth at this time, as if it wants to swallow the whole sky. There is an extremely strong suction force coming from it, and there is a smell of decay and death, which enveloped Cherinina's body, causing her physical strength to decline rapidly.
Facing this terrifying ghost dragon that seems to wrap the entire sky, Cherinina's face did not show too much emotion.
The enemy is terrible.
She knew that it would be difficult for her to escape today.
But Shemaier, the most powerful spellcaster among the Saracens, the biggest stumbling block for the adults to rule 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.