Chapter 704 11: Cow God
As Master Shemir pointed at the mirror surface, it was like a stone cast into a calm lake, rippling layers spreading out.
"Lord Governor, do you know the Cow God Apis?"
"Of course I do." "The cow deity who presides over abundance and production."
Even as a heretic, Adil was well-versed in many Egyptian myths, for even to this day, many rural areas in Egypt still select sacred cows for worship, praying for a bountiful harvest.
"In the Library of Alexandria, I found a ritual instrument for worshipping the Cow God, within which I found the remnants of the sleeping soul of the Cow God."
Adil couldn't help but feel a bit regretful in his heart; how had he failed to pay attention to this treasure of a place before?
If they could cultivate a batch of direct lineage spellcasters from an early age like they did with the Mamluks, they wouldn't have had to seek these arrogant outsiders like Master Shemir, and the benefits could fall to their own people.
Direct lineage spellcasters would undoubtedly be much more obedient than these "mercenaries."
Shemir gazed deeply at Adil, chuckled softly, "Training spellcasters is not an easy task, unless they are exceptionally talented, stepping into the middle tier of spellcasting would take about thirty years. Moreover, a middle tier spellcaster could still be killed by a regular person wielding a Demon-blocking Gold weapon if they're careless."
Adil felt a chill in his heart: "Can you hear my thoughts?"
Shemir whispered, "Your emotional fluctuations were too intense; I had just stepped into the Legendary Domain, and my overflowing spiritual power inadvertently captured them. If you contain your spirit well, this wouldn't occur."
Adil appeared to relax as he chuckled, "Sorry Master, I was out of line."
Though he said this, in his heart he did not dare entertain any stray thoughts.
Legendary Mage, truly terrifying.
Shemir continued, "Lord Governor, do you think there was anything wrong with what I said just now?"
"No... nothing."
Adil smiled awkwardly.
The Ayyubid Dynasty is a relatively new dynasty; to have cultivated spellcasters of their own from the time his brother Saladin just became the Grand Vizier of the Fatimid Dynasty, it has only been over twenty years.
This length of time is indeed insufficient to cultivate usable spellcasters.
But who knows?
Perhaps the Ayyubid family is hiding some exceptionally talented individuals.
Shemir sighed lightly as he reached out again to touch the mirror surface, "The reign of ordinary monarchs only lasts twenty to thirty years, fleetingly brief. Once dead, they and their regime cease; cultivating a spellcaster of their own, how difficult it is."
A dense green radiance suddenly emerged from the mirror surface.
Shemir softly murmured, "Master Ali doesn't weigh enough; let's have this resurrected Ancient God borrow Master Ali's remnants to toy with you all some more."
"Master, aren't you going to take action personally?"
Adil was a bit puzzled, with such a great cost involving an Ancient God and Master Ali, were they merely testing the enemy's depths?
Shemir shook his head silently.
He had now become legendary, but hadn't swelled much because of it.
Though legends are powerful, the Losa Princes and his witches are not simple to deal with: "Their methods are varied, strange and unpredictable; many of the power attributes they use I have never seen."
The battles between casters are bouts of holding secrets.
Whoever can predict the enemy first is already half a victory.
Moreover, to him, a nearly completely dead Ancient God, a completely dead Ali, doesn't add up to much weight, mere expendables.
...
A hundred miles away, before Natawa Castle.
The battle was nearing its end.
The surrendered prisoners, even the leader, the Governor of Fayoum Province, Magid Isma, had surrendered; the remaining people no longer had the passion to fight, having witnessed the horrors of the enemy with their own eyes, even the most fervent religious zealots calmed down substantially.
The deceased Master Ali, his headless corpse still embedded in the Wooden Dragon.
The originally resilient wooden strips, after the death of their master, gradually wilted as well.
However, at this moment.
A beam of emerald green light descended from the sky, aiming directly at the severed neck of the headless corpse pierced through the chest by the Spear of Destiny.
In just a blink, flesh sprouted at the severed neck.
Where the Spear of Destiny pierced, the flesh began to wriggle, with each budding flesh matching the opposite, like a zipper being fastened, the missing flesh regenerated.
Though in his perception, this Master Ali had long been dead, his soul being torn to shreds by his and Cherinita's powerful attack, to be resurrected like this, it was beyond comprehension!
Losa watched this scene in slight astonishment, furrowed his brow, "Seems that from now on, just beheading the enemy won't suffice after killing them."
Though expressing regret, his hands moved swiftly.
The enemy appeared on the verge of revival; would they wait until he fully revived to attack?
At the feet of the Wooden Dragon, the earth cracked, emitting bursts of white smoke, boiling magma erupted under Losa's dual "Volcanic Divinity," shooting upwards.
This quickly evaporated the moisture from the half-withered branches and wooden strips, like throwing them into a furnace, directly igniting ablaze.
Boom!
In just a few breaths, the Wooden Dragon became a fiercely burning Fire Dragon.
Losa advanced unrelentingly, the Spear of Destiny manifested in his hands again.
This personal divine artifact of his birthright offered none of the delay felt when borrowing Jeanne's Holy Spear; merely a thought, the Power of the Dragon Descendant within surged forth, pouring into it.
A soulful dragon's roar resonated far and wide.
Behind Losa, an unimaginable Red-Black Dragon materialized out of thin air, transforming into a stream of light that fully converged into the golden Divine Spear in his hands.
He leaned back.
Power surged through his whole body!
Losa fiercely hurled the Spear of Destiny in his hand.
At that moment.
The green brilliance injected into Ali's remnants had just restored his body, a large cow head emerging from the severed neck.
Its gaze was blurred, as if communicating with some presence.
"Remember our agreement, Legendary Mage."
It emitted an ancient divine sound, at the first moment of regaining consciousness, the Divine Spear, emanating a terrifying aura, loomed larger before its eyes!
"Is this what you call a mortal?"
The revived Ancient God, its bovine face wore an incredulous expression; these Ancient Gods who had survived by any means until now not only had limited remaining power, but their person had fallen greatly with the scattering of believers.
A golden radiant light diffused to the four corners.
The swiftly flying Spear of Destiny immediately slowed significantly.
The originally dry, burning Wooden Dragon was once again enveloped in a layer of green brilliance, spreading its wings and narrowly dodging the spear.
It quickly devoured Master Ali's remnant soul within the body, taking over this vessel containing formidable magic power, its person which had originally dropped to the demigod level, had the tendency of ascending anew—this is the power of Shemir's controlled Cuneiform Clay Tablet, the Stairway to Divinity.
It couldn't help but emit a joyful moo.
A domain subtly infused with green light rapidly expanded, enveloping Losa within.
Familiar with this power, Losa promptly realized—this was the Divine Realm mastered by the mysterious enemy before him!