Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 640 - 412: Assassination

The carriage prepared by Adil had already stopped at the gates of the palace.

"Master, the Lord Governor has already set off. It's up to you whether you wish to leave with him or proceed to the front lines by yourself."

"Where are the advisors?"

"They have already set out with the army."

"Then I'll go with them."

Shemir nodded, feeling that he didn't have a close relationship with the casters in the advisory group, and he considered most of them a bunch of fools. Even the few powerful advanced casters among them were destructive but had poor scholarly skills as practical casters.

But they were still people he could converse with in certain domains, unlike ordinary people with whom he couldn't engage in any meaningful conversation.

Just as he was about to get into the carriage.

He couldn't help but glance back at the direction from which he had come. His old friend's warning hadn't gone completely unheard.

Almost all his friends were advising him not to get more involved in the wars between secular lords.

Extraordinaries should not waste their lives on trivial secular matters—at least not someone like him, with one foot in the legendary realm, whose knowledge could rank him in the top ten across the Levant Region.

His association with the Saracens wasn't as profound as those witches who pursued love.

But for someone obsessed, reason had no meaning.

He leaned down and climbed into the carriage.

But just then.

A piercing, violent, and hateful roar resonated from the clay pot in Shemir's hand, ghostly energy spewing from its seams. In an instant, the coachman, the accompanying guards, and even the horses were robbed of life, their souls departing and turning to dust.

"What?"

Shemir's face was filled with astonishment. The ghost dragon hadn't acted this violently since its "transmutation." He had never doubted his friend's expertise in the Alchemy Domain.

In his amazement,

Ripples stirred in the wind.

An invisible sword aura, bearing a terrifying sharpness that would chill one's spine, appeared before him in almost a blink of an eye.

Boom—

A series of magic shields shattered like eggshells, colorful broken ripples transforming into a spiritual storm, sweeping all around.

Momentarily, the carriage fell apart.

"Revealing Dust!"

Shemir quickly muttered a spell, and spiritual radiance turned into dust, spreading outwards. Before him, a girl with dual swords and long blue-gray hair slowly revealed herself in the air.

Without hesitation, Cherinita, upon her exposure, leaped towards Shemir to kill him.

The terrifying blue sword aura on the pair of sapphire swords swept the air without a sound, but in Shemir's eyes, it was more frightening than a tsunami, louder than thunder.

In the palace.

A man with a bare upper body quickly came out, exclaiming, "My, my, is this the Witch under that Demon Duke? Such sharp attributes of power are truly terrifying."

"Shemir, that old thing, if he hasn't obtained anything significant from the Library of Alexandria, he's in trouble this time."

Despite what he said, he had no plans to help.

Everyone walks their own path.

He chose to live in seclusion, at most selling some alchemical materials to the Saracen casters in exchange for important knowledge from the Library of Alexandria. But he never intended to get further involved.

Even though he had a good relationship with Shemir, counting as one of his few friends, he wouldn't offend that "Demon Duke" for a friend—he was a tough character. He had learned some intelligence about him from Anna of the Eastern Empire.

If there was any secular monarch in the Eastern World he couldn't provoke, it was only that person.

Shemir's face was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat. Various magic artifacts on him exploded with boundless radiance in this life-and-death juncture. In the face of such a terrifying enemy, he dared not hold back in the slightest.

The sword aura deeply embedded in his magic shield.

The distance between them was so close that Shemir could see the girl across from him clenching her silver teeth, her fingers turning white from the exertion.

"Blocked it!"

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

The next moment, the terrifying ghost dragon, massive and no less fearsome than in life, flew toward Cherinita. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Its eyes were blood-red, and two sharp claws extended from its smoke-like invisible body.

"No wonder it went berserk..."

Shemir realized with a shock. Even though the ghost dragon was no longer the same entity as the Karelian Fire Dragon, it still retained some of its primal instincts.

And this female assassin before him was the culprit who had killed it!

Back then it had only passed in a moment, he hadn't expected her power to be this formidable.

"No wonder Salman died at your hands."

Shemir marveled aloud, but his hands didn't hesitate in the slightest. He raised his hand to summon a row of muddy yellow clay tablets engraved with densely packed ancient cuneiform. Although the tablets were made of ordinary material, the engravings emitted an eerie spiritual radiance.

"Command, spirits and gods."

A sudden gale erupted, and the previously non-attribute spiritual radiance on the tablets transformed into a pitch-black hue, like an endless stream pouring into the ghost dragon. This was the shallowest application of the mysteries of ascension, using the power within the cuneiform stone tablet to forcibly elevate a creature to divinity.

Even though it was only temporary.

But because it was temporary, it meant that the elevated creature wouldn't bear the pitfalls of becoming a god.

Shemir didn't know what the tablets were originally used for in ancient times, but it probably wasn't for deification. The usage he figured out was only a shallow, superficial application.

Upon receiving the spiritual infusion, the ghost dragon's body swelled more than tenfold in an instant. The whole of Rashid City was shaken by the terrifying scene, people shouting and exclaiming "Doomsday is here," "The Demon Duke is here," fleeing in all directions.

The living naturally bore an irrational fear towards the undead.

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

"This guy really did find some unimaginable treasure in the Library of Alexandria."

"What a pity, such a beautiful lady."

"Shemir, that old thing, doesn't understand how to cherish beauty—or that Duke Losa, he's of the same ilk. How could he bear to send such a powerful and beautiful lady out as an assassin?"

The ghost dragon now opened its enormous maw, as if it wanted to swallow the entire sky. Inside, a formidable force of suction was emitted, along with an aura of decay and death that enveloped Cherinita, rapidly draining her physical strength.

Facing this terrifying ghost dragon threatening to engulf the entire firmament, Cherinita's face showed little emotion.

She knew that today it would be difficult to escape.

Yet Shemir, the most powerful caster among the Saracens and the biggest obstacle to the Lord's reign over Egypt, must die here today!

She clenched her teeth, her whole being seemed to blend into the wind, flying out from the ghost dragon's gaping maw.