Chapter 644 Bull God

As Master Shemaier pointed his finger at the mirror, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and ripples spread out.

"Governor, do you know Apis?"

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

Even as a pagan, Adil knew many Egyptian myths very well, because even now, many rural areas in Egypt still have the tradition of selecting sacred bulls for worship and praying for a good harvest.

"In the Library of Alexandria, I found a ritual vessel for worshiping the bull god, and in 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 treasure land before?

If they could cultivate a group of direct lineage spellcasters from a young age like they cultivated Mamluks, why would they have to ask Master Shemaier, a proud outsider, for help now? The benefits could also fall on their own people.

The direct lineage spellcasters must be much more obedient than these "mercenaries".

Shemaier looked at Adil deeply and chuckled, "It's not easy to train a spellcaster. Unless you are a genius, it will take about 30 years to enter the realm of intermediate spellcasters. If an intermediate spellcaster is not careful, he will 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 emotional fluctuations are too great. I just stepped into the legendary realm, and the overflowing mental power spontaneously captured it. As long as you gather your spirit, this situation will not happen."

Adil seemed relieved and said with a smile: "Sorry, Master, I offended you."

Said this, but he didn't dare to have any other thoughts in his heart.

Legendary spellcasters are really scary.

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

"No, no."

Adil smiled.

The Ayyubid dynasty was a new dynasty. To cultivate a spellcaster of their own, even if you count from the time when their brother Saladin just became the Grand Vizier of the Fatimid dynasty, it has only been more than 20 years.

This time is indeed not enough to cultivate a useful spellcaster.

But who knows.

Maybe there are a few geniuses hidden in their Ayyubid family?

Shemaier sighed softly and touched the mirror again with his finger: "The time of a mortal monarch is only 20 to 30 years, which is a short time. Once he dies, the regime will end. It is not easy to cultivate a spellcaster of your own."

A strong green light suddenly emerged from the mirror.

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

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

Adil was a little puzzled. An ancient god, including Master Ali, paid such a high price. Is it just to test the depth of the enemy?

Shemaier shook his head and said nothing.

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

Although the legend is powerful, Prince Lothar and his witches are not easy to deal with: "Their methods are changeable 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 predict the enemy's moves first is halfway to victory.

What's more, an ancient god who is almost dead and an Ali who is already dead are not really important in his eyes, just consumables.

A hundred miles away, in front of Natawa Fort.

The battle is coming to an end.

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

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

The originally tough wooden strips gradually withered after the death of their owner.

However, at this moment.

A green light fell 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, buds sprouted at the broken neck.

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

In his perception, Master Ali had already died, and even his soul was torn into pieces by the powerful attacks of him and Cherinina. It was too unreasonable for him to be resurrected like this, right?

Losa looked at this scene in surprise, frowned and said: "It seems that after killing the enemy in the future, it is not enough to just chop off the head."

He sighed, but his hands were not slow at all.

The enemy was about to be resurrected, so should he wait until he was completely alive before attacking?

Under the feet of the wooden dragon, the ground cracked and bursts of white smoke came out. Driven by Losa's dual "volcanic divinity", boiling magma gushed out.

The moisture of the half-dried branches and wood strips was quickly evaporated, and they burst into flames directly, just like being thrown into a stove and roasted.

Boom!

The wooden dragon turned into a blazing fire dragon in just a few breaths.

Losa took advantage of the situation and did not show mercy. The Spear of Destiny appeared in his hand again.

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

Ang——

A melodious dragon roar resounded in all directions.

Behind Lothar, an unimaginable red and black dragon appeared out of thin air, turning into a stream of light and merging into the golden divine spear in his hand.

Leaning back.

Strength penetrated the whole body!

Lothar threw the spear of destiny in his hand fiercely.

At this time.

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

His eyes were blurred, as if he was communicating with a certain existence.

"Remember our agreement, legendary spellcaster."

He uttered an ancient divine voice, and the first moment he came to his senses, the divine spear lingering with an extremely terrifying aura continued to enlarge in front of his eyes!

"Is this the mortal you mentioned?"

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

A golden light spread in all directions.

The speed of the flying spear of destiny immediately slowed down a lot.

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

He quickly devoured the residual soul of Master Ali in his body and took over this body with powerful magic. His status, which had fallen to the level of demigod, actually had a tendency to rise again - that was the power of the wedge-shaped clay tablet controlled by Shemaier, the step to godhood.

He couldn't help but let out a refreshing moo. The panic of facing a strong enemy just after waking up disappeared at this moment, leaving only the joy of being reborn.

A field surrounded by a faint green glow quickly expanded and enveloped 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 unquestionable righteous god on this land. If you want to be a godslayer, you should go to the underworld."

Lothar's expression moved slightly. This sentence was so familiar.

"When I got rid of that crocodile god, He seemed to say the same thing."