In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 695

c692 Alchemy

The giant dragons of different shapes and sizes, urged by the curse seal, slowly but surely moved toward the blazing furnace.

Their souls were trembling, and in the cruel eyes that were originally apex predators, now there was only panic and pleading.

They have been controlled by Shemaier through wedge-shaped clay tablets, but because of their large number, and because Shemaier viewed them as consumables from the beginning, he did not put any effort into the contract at all, and purely used force. Press the dragon.

Originally, these giant dragons were extremely unwilling to be enslaved by others, but they never thought that they were simply used as casting materials by this evil human wizard.

As the first dragon stepped into the furnace, its body burst into flames.

Followed by the second and third heads

The shrill screams came one after another.

At the top of the furnace, large amounts of ashes spewed out from the chimneys where countless souls gathered.

Some Saracen soldiers who thought they were “Holy Fire Sacrifice” subconsciously stretched out their hands to receive it, only to find that the ashes turned out to be twisted and ferocious human faces. After being horrified, they looked over and saw that the ashes had returned to normal. .

As the last giant dragon stepped into the furnace, the furnace door slammed shut, sealing in all the terrifying screams.

This scene, in the eyes of the spellcasters present, was both cruel and spectacular. Some of the giant dragons, although their bloodline was only average, had not known how long they had lived. Even if they faced each other, it would be difficult to gain favor.

However, in the hands of Shemael, such a powerful dragon was not a treasure at the bottom of the box after it was recovered, but instead was filled into the alchemical furnace like firewood.

Really.

Too luxurious.

Someone subconsciously murmured: “We may be able to witness the birth of a miracle.”

Immediately, a spell caster added: “No, no, no, this is not a miracle, but a genuine alchemy, and it is also the most high-end and least popular flesh-refining technique in alchemy.”

Everyone agreed, no matter whether they really understood or pretended to understand, they were all “professionals”, and using layman’s words like “miracle” was really laughable.

Under the spotlight, the legendary wizard surrounded by the wedge-shaped clay tablet, as if a god had descended into the world, was not in a good mood at this time. He had a gloomy face, and his majestic spiritual power was flowing through the “amplifier” of the wedge-shaped clay tablet. Injected into the furnace.

The souls that turned into smoke in the furnace became the most outstanding adhesive under the action of the wedge-shaped clay tablets.

And he is the tailor, constantly threading the needle.

“No, it can’t be done.”

“The long lifespan of a real dragon must be given up.”

Shemeier frowned. What he originally wanted to create was not just a war weapon, but a real dragon.

The legendary level has been able to get involved in the field of creation, he is sure of this!

It’s a pity that, firstly, he is just entering the legendary field for the first time, and secondly, his alchemy skills are not that outstanding. If there is no wedge-shaped clay tablet and his in-depth research on dragons, he will simply create a A high-level dragon with huge flaws is also impossible.

“The intelligence is at most the level of a young dragon, and because the body does not match every dragon that makes up its soul, it seems difficult to inject the dragon’s fighting instinct into it.”

For a high-level dragon, this is equivalent to a mental retardation.

A giant dragon that only succumbs to the instinct of a beast. If it loses his control, even if it is powerful enough, it will be difficult to defeat the guy who can turn into a giant dragon and kill an ancient god in the divine domain, right?

“If I have to distract myself from using curse seals to control them during the battle, I might as well find a few more ancient gods to revive them.”

Schermeyer, who was muttering, did not avoid the “student” whom he did not acknowledge.

“Teacher, why not let me control it.”

The young assassin suggested that these days, he had helped Schemel handle many trivial matters. He actually had a rough guess in his mind about what his newly recognized teacher had planned.

Shemeier was slightly startled, and after thinking about it seriously, it was not impossible.

Anyway, the body of the dragon about to be born was engraved with a wedge-shaped curse seal. The most he could do was give this studious “student” a secondary curse seal, which he could take back at any time if he wanted.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh.

If he had been more patient and patient, he might have been able to create a new body for his old friend himself, instead of letting other alchemists turn him into a ghost dragon.

pity.

Before entering the Legend, even he himself had never thought that the combination of the Legend realm and the wedge-shaped clay tablet could unleash such great power.

“Then it’s up to you, Elise. If you do well enough this time, I will officially accept you as an apprentice and teach you how to become a real spellcaster.”

“Thank you teacher!”

The young man known as Iris suddenly showed excitement. All his extraordinary power came from the King-Slaying Reverse Blade in his hand. In fact, he was a short-lived ghost selected by the magic weapon.

The vision in the distance has already caused a lot of panic among the Crusader nobles.

They gathered under the command of Lothar, Richard, and Philip, hoping to get accurate news.

Although the direction of the war has always been dominated by their victory, the importance of spellcasters in a series of battles has also been increasing day by day. A few days ago, what happened in front of Natawa Castle was like “The Battle of the Gods”. The scene of “war” shocked them even more.

In the face of such a terrifying enemy, no matter how strong the Crusaders’ armor is, how sharp their swords and guns are, or how deep their passion for God is, they still can’t win, right?

The little witch Martha looked alert: “Your Majesty, I suggest that there be no conflict with the Saracens before Her Majesty the Queen arrives.”

Richard raised his eyebrows and hummed softly: “What a silly thing to say. Could it be that without the queen, I would have to turn around and run away when the Saracens attack?”

The little witch Martha looked puzzled: “But that is a legend, and it is also a legend that possesses a powerful artifact.”

She doesn’t understand politics, but she knows the horror of legends.

“What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, won’t it still be solved by our generalissimo and his advisers?”

Richard replied in a frivolous tone. Only people who are familiar with him can see the seriousness in his eyes. He is not an ordinary person. In terms of combat power alone, an ordinary high-level spellcaster may not necessarily be a skilled spellcaster. The opponent of Richard who holds the Sword in the Stone and the Broken Steel Sword.

So how could he not understand the horror of legendary spellcasters?

In the mansion in Semanud City.

All the followers have gathered together.

After Veneto sat down, he couldn’t help but wonder: “What is the purpose of calling us here this time?”

Hans casually guessed at the side: “The movement caused by the Saracen casters has caused panic. It must be to discuss countermeasures, right?”

Uldin frowned: “The sky is full of innocent souls. The evil dark wizard of the Saracens must be brewing a conspiracy.”

No matter how powerful he and his cult members are, how many wounded and sick can they save? As for the Saracen spellcaster, the number of innocent souls filling the sky seemed to be tens of thousands.

Fringilla rolled her eyes with some dissatisfaction: “What’s there to guess? Your Excellency will be here soon, won’t we all know by then?”

At this time, there was a slight cough outside the door.

The originally noisy room suddenly fell into silence.

Veneto, who had always been unruly, couldn’t help but swallow his saliva and looked at the person coming, as if a huge wave was rising in his heart.

It has only been a few days, but why does your strength seem to have suddenly increased by several levels?

Even for the legendary Lord of the Tower of Babel, this speed of increasing strength is too scary, right? Could it be that the wolves like me, who were originally proud of their pure blood, were actually inferior in terms of talent level?

Lothar retracted his release momentum and smiled: “The theme of today’s small meeting is very simple. The first is to introduce a new companion to everyone, and the second is to discuss how to fight the Saracens. The belonging of Egypt, and even the decisive battle of the Levant.”