It seems there are still limitations.

If it could truly be used like the Power of Faith and exempt from its side effects, Losa thought he could change his next target from becoming the King of Egypt to storming into Rome and seizing the throne.

The side effects of faith are obvious. To use this power, one first needs to be a god and bear the costs required of a deity. Furthermore, the Power of Faith erodes divinity—if believers deem you a god of justice, even if you were a wicked demon before ascending, faith would warp you into a True God.

Only something like the Tree of Life, which is already rooted underground with an incomplete consciousness, can best avoid the dangers of faith—because it inherently lacks a complete intellect.

...

Seeing the diverse flags representing various lords and the crowd cheering when Losa spoke, Viviana felt this scene was extremely familiar, just like what he did in the Great Arena of Constantinople.

"The captain is really good at this,"

Lavinia chuckled, "Yes, he's indeed good at it. If he were the Pope in Avignon, the Holy See might have already marched back to Rome."

"The fervor people have for faith in this era is also moving."

They are much more devout than the citizens and defenders of Constantinople, even when facing an enemy as terrifying as a Three-headed Demon Dragon. They still firmly believe they can achieve the final victory.

Lavinia was somewhat surprised and said, "What about you? I remember you are also a Monastic Knight, a senior in the 'Rose Knight Order,' aren't you worried about having so many dark beings among us?"

Viviana smiled and shook her head, "No. The captain had told me about this matter early on. Moreover, I had traveled in Italy in my early years and sparred with a skilled swordsman from the Wolf Race. We later became friends, and from then on, I knew that even dark beings, like humans, have good and bad among them."

She paused slightly and smiled wryly, "Miss Lavinia, please don't use honorifics with me any longer. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to communicate with you."

Lavinia smiled, "Alright. By the way, who is this skilled swordsman from the Wolf Race you mentioned? We have four wolves here, perhaps he's an acquaintance."

"Fiore, from the Saluzzo Family."

Lavinia was a bit surprised, "Ah, what a coincidence. Losa once assumed the identity of someone from the Saluzzo Family, and Miss Cherina also studied swordsmanship there, she's like half a Saluzzo."

"The captain once assumed the identity of a member of the Wolf Race?"

"Mm..."

Lavinia smiled nostalgically, "Speaking of which, that was also the time he lured me onto the ship, especially coming for it. We caused quite a commotion in Milan City together, and he even personally ended a Wolf Race's retribution squad."

Cherina's ears twitched slightly; she had been "eavesdropping" all along. She didn't expect that Teacher Fiore had crossed paths with the renowned Candle Knight, although she'd never heard her teacher mention it.

"Miss Viviana, was Fiore my teacher, and did you two spar?"

"Ah, what a coincidence."

Viviana had a dreamlike feeling that the world was small, "That was six years ago when I was just an up-and-coming swordsman and went to Milan to participate in a knight tournament. Because of a small misunderstanding, I sparred with Mr. Fiore. After that, the misunderstanding was resolved, and I realized we both fought for justice. How is he now?"

Cherina's expression fell a bit. Although Lavinia was also a member of the Bologna Family with a fairly high status, she rarely paid attention to the internal affairs of the Wolf Race and didn't know what the name Fiore represented in the Saluzzo Family.

"He's dead."

She said, glancing at the surprised Candle Knight, and quietly added, "I killed him with my own hands during the battle when the Wolf Race expeditioned to Texas."

The atmosphere became heavy at once.

Viviana quickly apologized, "I'm very sorry."

Lavinia was somewhat at a loss; she really didn't know about this. When she and Losa were creating chaos in Milan City, the news of the Wolf Race Expedition Army's defeat had just arrived. She hadn't delved into the details.

...

The pre-battle mobilization was over.

A convoy delivering supplies entered the camp, distributing goods and starting a somewhat modest feast.

Losa, along with the two kings, entered a tent together.

"I suppose you both can guess the reason for our meeting."

Losa got straight to the point, "The enemy's caster, the Warlock named Shemir, has entered the Legendary Domain. Coupled with that supposedly Babylonian Divine Artifact, the cuneiform clay tablet, I'm sure you have a rough idea of his power."

Philip and Richard weren't shocked by this news. They had already learned through their channels about the opponent having a Legendary Mage, and the Saracens hadn't thought to hide it.

Richard frowned, "Marshal, you and your advisors are not confident in dealing with him?"

Losa shook his head, "I don't know. We haven't actually fought Shemir since he entered the Legendary Domain. In the recent battle at Natawa Castle, as you might have sensed, he merely revived an Ancient God through the cuneiform clay tablet."

Behind Richard, the hooded little witch Martha couldn't help but ask, "How many Ancient Gods can he revive?"

Philip also seemed troubled, "We don't know how many slumbering Ancient Gods there are in Egypt, but if Shemir can revive them, doesn't it mean he has an entire pantheon to fight for him?"

Losa shook his head, "Things aren't that dire. Although I'm not sure how many Ancient Gods Shemir can revive, there must be a limit. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent the effort to create a Six-winged Giant Dragon to deal with us. Legends are fearsome, but my advisory team and I have dealt with Legends before."

He continued, "In fact, I don't intend for you or your advisors to get involved in the battle against Shemir. I am confident, even if I can't kill Shemir and his Giant Dragon outright, I can at least hold him at bay and prevent him and his dragon from disrupting the main battlefield."

Everyone was struck by the confidence in Losa's voice.

To handle a Legend, you must also be a Legend.

So has the Grand Marshal also entered the Legendary Domain during this time?

Richard frowned, "Then what do you want us to do?"

"The enemies' casters are not limited to Shemir alone. Previously, when the Saracens captured Natawa Castle, they relied on an advanced Natural Magic caster. I need you to hold them at bay, ideally making an agreement with them so neither side interferes in the mundane battles."

Philip nodded decisively, "I have no problem with that, but I'm not sure if the Saracen casters will be so compliant."

"Not likely."

Richard rolled his eyes, "On the contrary, they'd surely rather we spellcasters target each other's ordinary soldiers, so they don't have to risk their lives."

They all had mage advisors and knew what these people were like firsthand.

Some went into battle and couldn't be bothered to use much magic, often just tossing a few spells casually for show.

The young witch Martha beside him said a bit awkwardly, "We'll try our best to keep their casters occupied."

Losa nodded, "Do your best; I understand casters value their lives greatly. Your Majesties, what I want to discuss next is, should we win this battle, the division of Egyptian territories."

Philip and Richard exchanged glances, straightening up unconsciously.