Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 668 - 438: King-slaying Blade

Furin's room has distinctive Vampire Witch features.

In the center is a large cauldron, bubbling blood-red, with various crystals and glass test tubes on the table beside it. Specimens of dried plants and animals are pinned to the walls with wooden pegs.

As Losa pushed the door open and entered, Furin was fully absorbed in chanting an obscure spell, with powerful Blood Magic tightly restrained, clearly practicing a formidable spell.

Noticing Losa coming in, she quickly stopped her chanting and excitedly leaped towards him, "You're back!"

Furinjira was very excited; after her elite transformation, her Blood Magic Specialization unlocked many advanced spells—spells that encompass a wide range of knowledge, many of which most of the Blood Race can't comprehend fully even if they devoted their lifetime to them.

Although Furin was powerful in her past life's peak days, she was inherently lazy, spending most of her long lifespan asleep. These spells were rooted in her bloodline but were never thoroughly researched.

Losa, feeling a bit overwhelmed, pushed Furin away. The little girl had now transformed into a young lady; those formerly flat places were now quite ample, completely different from their previous state.

"Why have you suddenly decided to focus on your studies?"

Furin snorted lightly, "I've realized that relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself. Prajna, that big fool, even if she cares about your safety, she's just a small fry who hasn't even undergone an elite transformation—you can't count on her to keep you safe, not a chance."

Losa awkwardly smiled, avoiding that topic; after all, Prajna's upgrade being delayed ultimately came from him. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Okay then, considering she tried to make amends afterwards, I won't blame her anymore. I've recently researched a super powerful spell, and next time I encounter that old Shemir, I'll scatter his ashes."

"What spell?"

With great interest, she pulled Losa over to the desk, pointing at the series of spell models she had cracked, "This one—Blood Demon Body Burst Technique!"

Losa studied them seriously for a while. He also had expertise in Blood Magic Specialization and quickly recognized several spell models, but the subsequent ones seemed difficult to understand.

Although he later learned some introductory spells from Anna, understanding these advanced spells—even those belonging to the Blood Royal Court—was still too challenging. Blood Magic Specialization is a vast treasure trove but remains largely undeveloped.

Despite not understanding, Losa attentively listened to Furin's endless chatter.

It was rare for her to be this diligent in studying spells.

"In short, once I master this spell, I can bypass that old one's Spiritual Barrier, directly triggering a blood eruption within him. If I can't blast him to death, it'll surely keep him from concentrating on spellcasting."

Furin remembered the time when Shemir bombarded her with spells in the Blood Domain, gritting her teeth with anger; she had thought her elite transformation would lift her from the bottom-tier in their team, but just as she was ready to shine, she was severely suppressed.

Losa smiled and patted her head, remarking with some emotion, "You've grown so tall."

...

"Master, act quickly."

In the desert, a young man was running swiftly.

Behind him was a furious gigantic beast.

This young man was also a member of Saladin's court casting team, but his Extraordinary Power came from a short sword he called the King-slaying Blade.

Legend has it that in the time of the Ancient Empire, Brutus used it to assassinate Gaius Julius Caesar. It symbolizes treachery, filled with Caesar's disbelief at his adopted son's betrayal, and Brutus's fear and anxiety at the time—an utterly malicious weapon.

The Extraordinary Power from the object, though capable of threatening powerful mage close to Legendary, fails to elevate his life level; instead, the sinister weapon constantly drains his life force, leading to a premature demise.

Witnessing Shemir's majestic use of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet one day, he decisively joined the master's ranks, hoping to exchange for treasures to prolong his life.

Chasing behind him was a Desert Rock Dragon native to Kargah Desert, a middle-tier Dragon Species. Although generally unimpressive in power due to its inability to breathe Dragon Breath, it excels in melee combat, surpassing many high-tier Dragon Species.

This is the usual advantage ground dragons have over flying dragons. But this advantage rarely plays out in conflicts between dragon types, as flying dragons wouldn't descend for combat unless they're foolish.

At this time, the Desert Rock Dragon had numerous small wounds on its body, spraying blood as it ran, its eyes filled with hatred as it glared at the young man's retreating figure.

In Shemir's hand, the Cuneiform Clay Tablet was held high, releasing ancient text that struck into the dragon's skull.

The Desert Rock Dragon immediately struggled in pain, but soon it quieted down, lowered its head to Shemir, showing submission.

Shemir had been studying with the Karelian Fire Dragon for years, often using its Dragon Blood for research, qualifying him as a semi-expert on Dragon Species.

With the power of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, even the famously rebellious Giant Dragon can be subdued.

Dragons come in various kinds, but possessing a True Dragon Bloodline makes them strong, even the thin-blooded lower-tier ones granting humans the title of "Dragon Slayer" still surpass predators like lions and tigers.

"Master, I didn't expect your achievements in Dragonology to be so profound; at this rate, by the time war breaks out, we might be able to form a dragon army."

The young man praised.

Shemir shook his head, "Just a bunch of middle-to-lower tier dragon types, useful against mundane armies, but for Losa and his Mage Corps, it'll merely serve as a slight distraction."

He didn't resent the young man; pursuing survival and knowledge should involve humble inquiry; if you always act pridefully, how can you expect people to ask to be your students, to impart your precious knowledge?

The young man frowned, "Indeed, Losa does have some tricky witches under his command. They may not be easy opponents; how far are you from the Legendary Domain?"

"It should be within these couple of days."

Shemir's eyes glowed with Spirituality, witnessing a world completely different from what ordinary people see.

Mages in the Legendary Domain can rival gods and, post-Twilight of the Gods, stand above most divine beings, an ultimate dream for all spellcasters.

And he's a step away from achieving it.

The barrier blocking his breakthrough, he feels, could be surpassed with one more usage of the Ascension Secret Art from the Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

The young man exclaimed, "Master, are you serious?"

"Yes."

Shemir nodded without showing much pride; without the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, he'd have been perpetually circling the Legendary Domain's doorstep.

It's hard to imagine what kind of powerful civilization the Babylonians created during the distant Mythical Era.

"Congratulations!"

The young man's face was full of envy.

The most notable feature about a Legendary Mage, besides all else, is their long lifespan, almost deemed immortal.