"That Saracen demon is about to confront the Duke."

"Are we just going to watch?"

Some of the timid Crusader Soldiers were eager to try: "Isn't it said that no matter how powerful the demon is, it can't withstand a volley of Demon-Blocking Golden Arrows?"

"Exactly, let's switch to Demon-Blocking Golden Arrows and have a go!"

To casters, Demon-Blocking Gold is indeed their nemesis. Some alchemists create Demon-Blocking Gold bombs that can envelop an entire area in gold dust, turning it into a magic-free zone. Even high-level casters will suffer if caught off guard.

But this metal itself is quite fragile. Its innate anti-magic attribute makes it difficult for alchemists to inscribe array patterns on it. Without the support of magical powers, Demon-Blocking Gold can generally only deal with mid to low-level casters.

At Shemir's level, even without using any magic or stirring the spiritual power of the air, a basic application of "telekinesis" in spiritual power can move a mountain and crush a soldier armed to the teeth with Demon-Blocking Gold into pulp from thousands of meters away.

Attempting to use the lives of ordinary people to overwhelm a high-level caster is as difficult as climbing the heavens, requiring restrictions like "unprepared hearts, close proximity, assassin's great physical strength, and extreme speed" among various stringent conditions.

And never mind comparing to high-level casters, a legendary mage is an entirely different plane of existence.

"Fall back!"

The military order echoed with the command flag waving, and the Crusader Soldiers unwillingly retreated, leaving only those two figures standing opposite each other on the battlefield under the scorching sun.

Vultures circled in the sky. These greedy carrion birds keenly sensed the terrifying atmosphere in the field yet were unwilling to leave the feast on the table, circling in the air begrudgingly, unwilling to depart for a long time.

"Previously, I didn't understand your obsession with worldly power and why you sought the throne of Egypt, but now it seems that half of your power is tied to this worldly authority."

Shemir spoke in a low tone, Losa's use of the "highly anticipated" power couldn't escape his eyes. Although he didn't know where this power originated, linking it to Losa's long-standing actions, he could deduce somewhat.

"It seems you've walked a path similar to the gods, utilizing the power of faith. An extraordinary creation, but unfortunately, fate has made us adversaries, preventing us from jointly advancing this path towards the light."

After acquiring the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, Shemir considered his understanding of the power of faith unparalleled at the time; if the two truly joined forces, it could perhaps create a path different from the wizard's extraordinary path.

Losa didn't reply to him as he never wished to engage in empathetic dramas with mortal enemies—mortal enemies, as the name suggests, should be dead foes.

"Pity."

Seeing Losa not respond, Shemir wasn't annoyed but merely remarked casually: "However, rest assured, I will inherit your legacy, and after your death, I'll skin and dismantle you. By then, whether it's your dragon transformation secret art or the method of using the power of faith, it will continue to be passed down."

As he spoke, the speed of the surrounding Cuneiform Clay Tablet abruptly increased. Each sharp cuneiform character on these earthy tablets seemed to possess corresponding power due to its inherent meaning.

As the clay tablets revolved, his form suddenly expanded a thousandfold, a halo scattering, innumerable Ancient God phantoms consolidated behind him, as if the several heavens' Ancient Gods were simultaneously gazing at Losa, such oppressive force that even Hell's eclipse fell to the ground with softened hooves.

"Go."

Losa patted the eclipse's horse back, raised his head, and looked up at the giant whose head had already reached into the clouds, only able to see up to the neck.

"Just dug out some techniques and artifacts from the dust of history, and really think you're invincible?"

He sneered, feeling the immense strength that surged beneath everyone's attention, unfazed by Shemir's overwhelming power—not at all—he had three lives, at worst just lose one here.

Boom—

Crimson lightning exploded in the clouds; beside Shemir, an ancient, damaged divine artifact appeared on each Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

Only half of the Sun Disc, a shattered medicine mortar, a dried cat's paw, the bare Eagle Feather, the Scarab's shell...

These were all remnants of divine artifacts similar to Osiris' Broken Staff.

Though each was damaged, each seemed to retain a trace of the Ancient God's will, and with the spinning of the Cuneiform Clay Tablets, these ancient divine artifacts broke one after another.

With every divine artifact's collapse, a shadow behind Shemir became more tangible.

He's not reviving Ancient Gods, but deceiving them!

Deceiving the remnants of the Ancient Gods into believing him their true entity, enticing these mindless Ancient God's remains to voluntarily offer their power to him, allowing him to masquerade as the old gods' breath, borrowing their heritage.

Deceiving the little to cheat the big, progressing layer by layer.

Feeling the abundant ancient divine power within his body, Shemir's mouth curled up, mockingly saying: "Look, you've exhausted yourself borrowing the power of faith, but how much can you ultimately draw? And with just a casual gesture, I can borrow the faith accumulated by these fallen ancient gods over millennia."

In the midst of ghostly shadows, a huge jackal's head suddenly emerged.

This is Egypt's old god, Anubis.

The blade of the sickle rapidly rotated.

Shadowy figures, clad in black robes, holding sickles, and chains rushed towards Losa, with his current spiritual prowess, Losa still felt his soul being faintly pulled, even drawn from his body.

Due to his high resistance to anomalies, this potent probing attack was like a river entering the sea, only creating ripples before quickly dissipating.

Only the abnormal effect on the soul was nullified, but the manifestation in reality was different—a shadowy deep...

No matter your tricks, I'll break them with a single method.

In Losa's hand, the Duke's New Spear slowly emerged; with each battle, the power contained within the new spear grew increasingly stronger.

Losa caressed the Destiny Golden Dragon's relief on the spear's body.

In the next instant, Shemir's aura dramatically altered, from dark and profound, ghostly, to a radiant holy image akin to the rising sun and a grand Sun Disc slowly manifested behind him.

His head became like an eagle's; in his hand, flames condensed into a scepter.

Previously, when the Holy Spear attacked, the greatly impacted aura suddenly stabilized like a mountain, immovable.

Clang—

The Holy Spear nailed onto the arm of his colossal divine form but could no longer advance.

Conversely, Shemir grabbed the Holy Spear; despite Jeanne's several summons, the Holy Spear tremored but couldn't break free.

"What a terrifying fellow!"

Giovanni instinctively shivered under this solar aura; as a dark creature, facing the inherent pressure of solar divine power, even though he was merely a Five-Star but elite-level Five-Star, he still felt as small as an ant.

He could only imagine that the only one in the entire wolf race capable of battling this being was likely the Wolf Lord alone.

Giovanni instinctively shivered under this solar aura; as a dark creature, facing the inherent pressure of solar divine power, even though he was merely a Five-Star but elite-level Five-Star, he still felt as small as an ant.

He could only imagine that the only one in the entire wolf race capable of battling this being was likely the Wolf Lord alone.