People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 708: Destiny Returns
The round disc hangs high in the sky, as bright as the sun.

The dazzling light made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Even the burning Seraph pales in comparison to Him.

The Saracen soldiers who had thrown away their armor and weapons and were fleeing in a panic all stopped in unison. They bathed in the scorching light and looked back in a daze.

"It's the Supreme God of Light!"

"The Holy Fire has come!"

Countless people knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, touching their foreheads to the hot sand until their heads were covered in blood, as if this could attenuate their sins.

For a devout Zoroastrian, the successive defeats in the great holy war against the Crusaders and the loss of cities and territories were not terrible.

But what is terrifying is what this means. The God they believe in is not omniscient and omnipotent, or He has abandoned His believers, just as the people of Constantinople believed in Lothar's simulated battle.

This is a terrible idea. It either makes people doubt their own faith or attributes their failure to God's will - since God wants them to experience failure and the dark years of being ruled by pagans.

They are required to undergo such torture and tests to test their loyalty to their faith.

What's the point of continuing to resist in vain? Isn't that just defying God's will?
"The Holy Fire has not forsaken His people."

An imam shouted excitedly as he held up a copper basin with a blazing holy fire inside.

The sacred fire revered by Zoroastrianism refers to the first flame born in the universe, the source of all light. It is also called the "God of Light", but has no specific image.

Because Zoroastrianism prohibits idolatry, except for clergy and scholars, most Zoroastrians do not have a specific understanding of the image of the God of Light.

But even for an imam who is well-versed in the scriptures, the first thought that comes to his mind when he sees the sun god transformed by Shemail is that He is the incarnation of the God of Light.

"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"

The solemn shouts quickly spread among the defeated army.

The towering sun god became even taller and more majestic during this devout prayer.

"You see, my faith is endless, and what about you?"

Shemaier's ethereal voice rang in Lothar's ears.

His huge body did not restrain the Holy Lance by force, but calmly let it go and let it return to the hands of the Seraph in the distance - in his opinion, the threat that this Holy Lance could pose to him was far less than the effort it took to restrain it.

In comparison, Lothar seemed extremely small as he tightly grasped the Duke's new gun in his hand. This gun, named "The Spear of Destiny", was Lothar's exclusive weapon. It was like a bottomless pit carrying the power that Lothar continuously injected into it.

The illusory image of the red and black dragon became more and more solid in the boundless golden light.

How much power of faith can tens of thousands of people, or even a hundred thousand people, provide?

At most, it was a belief at the chiefdom or large tribal level. In ancient Egypt, this level was the patron saint of a city-state.

And what about the sun god?
That was the supreme god when Egypt still had polytheism. Later, even after the introduction of Christianity and Zoroastrianism, it remained firmly rooted in this land and has never been severed. This belief has been accumulated for more than a thousand years.
Although being popular brought Lothar a great boost, as time went by, the gap between him and Shemayer not only did not narrow, but instead tended to be gradually widened.

Even so, this is still the result of the utilization of faith by everyone's expectations, which is far better than the utilization of the power of faith by Shemer and the gods of this world.

He warned: "If you don't transform, you may not have the chance to transform."

As the words fell, the huge sun disk began to rotate with a crackling sound, the outer layer clockwise and the inner layer counterclockwise. The endless light was retracted at once and condensed into a beam of light that was no longer dazzling.

As if all the light had been gathered, the whole world suddenly became dark.

The next moment, the huge sun god, like the giant god of creation, stretched out his hand and grasped the beam of light. The beam of light turned into a golden scepter in his hand, which was a symbol of the authority of all pharaohs. The pharaoh holding this scepter represented the divine grant of royal power. The god here was the sun god.

boom--

The golden scepter smashed towards Lothar with a force that could destroy the heavens and split the earth.

Shemaier never took Lothar's own power seriously.

He was just looking forward to Lothar's transformation and seeing up close how he did it.

"Come on, show your true power!"

Shemaier looked somewhat excited. Even if he was not doing it for revenge, killing Lothar and inheriting his legacy would greatly promote his two main research areas, "Power of Faith" and "Dragon School".

But even under this all-round suppression, Lothar still did not transform. The terrifying oppressive force attacked from all directions, even causing the illusory dragon shadow behind him to be torn and twisted.

The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and the Crusaders couldn't help but feel a little panicked. They prayed devoutly, surrounding the clergy who were holding up the holy images, hoping that the Grand Marshal could bring them victory again.

King Philip, standing side by side with Richard the Lionheart.

The golden iris and the golden lion live in rare harmony.

"Tsk, it looks like our great marshal is like an evil demon who is about to die under the judgment of the righteous gods."

Richard sneered and said, "The pagan devil's god is used to using evil deeds to cover up his golden body, otherwise who would believe in him? As for our great marshal, from the very beginning when he sent a group of dead cavalry to rescue us, I knew he was not a decent person."

As a monarch, Richard did not care much about the manifestation of power. Didn't he rely on blood sacrifices to pagans to reach the Holy Land from Gascony across the Mediterranean? Otherwise, with the little wealth of Cardinal Sebastian, how could he construct a giant teleportation array?

The same goes for Philip. Although Reynald of Châtillon had been rich before, he could not afford the cost of building an entire teleportation array. In the process, he often hunted Bedouins for blood sacrifices.

"Although it's a bit embarrassing, I have to say that it's fortunate that Duke Losa is here."

Richard snorted lightly but did not refute anything. Facts spoke louder than words. No matter how high his self-esteem was, he knew that Shemer was no match for him, and the same went for his queen.

Philip couldn't help but sigh again: "If Lothar can win this battle and be crowned king, it can be regarded as destiny."

He paused and couldn't help laughing. "Hey, Richard, you don't expect our great marshal to fail in the Holy Land and return to Europe with his elite troops in disgrace, do you? He deserves a crown far more than he deserves. If he can't get the Holy Land, he should go to Europe to get it."

Richard's expression changed slightly. Even he didn't want to confront Losa in the future.

As the golden staff came down, the holy spear in Lothar's hand finally completed its final charge. The golden pattern on it turned into a lifelike golden dragon of fortune, which came from another world and represented the power of "destiny" of the Son of Heaven. It turned the new spear into a red and black dragon and soared into the sky.

boom--

The terrifying collision turned into a gust of air that blew away countless spectators.

The dust rolled in, as if the most terrible sandstorm in the desert had arrived.

The war horses neighed and fled in all directions, ignoring the riders' scolding.

But people are still trying their best to look at the eye of the storm, trying to see who will win and who will lose in the battle between the two.

The golden scepter in the hand of the towering giant stopped in place. After a moment, it shattered into countless golden dust. In an instant, the light that was taken away by the golden scepter bloomed again, and it looked like a sun exploded.

Many people screamed and covered their eyes. If it weren't for the sandstorm that blocked the light to a certain extent, who knows how many people would have been completely blinded at this moment.

The giant staggered back several steps. He stared at the tiny human below and looked at his scarred arm with some disbelief, as if a poisonous alien power was constantly corroding his palm.

"How can it be"

He cut off the arm cleanly and efficiently, but his huge eyes were filled with confusion.

The power disparity between the two sides is so huge, how could he resist or even break his spell?
"This kind of alien power that has never been seen before..."

It was not the first time that Shemaier saw Lothar use dragon energy, but he had only seen it through a mirror, which was completely different from experiencing it in person.

"It can even restrain divine power. What kind of power is this?"

The doubt in the giant's eyes was quickly replaced by curiosity. The greatest pursuit of a spellcaster is the pursuit of knowledge, and a power similar to that of demon-blocking metal, but undoubtedly more magical than this mundane metal, is enough to make every spellcaster curious.

If this power can be widely used, doesn't it mean that the era when spellcasters are high and mighty will be gone forever?
Keng——

The dull Spear of Destiny returned to Lothar's hands. The magic-destroying power of this gun was unlimited, but its condition itself was not the best, it was just of excellent quality at least.

If Lothar had already ruled Europe and obtained the title of Emperor of the Empire, after this shot, Shemayer might not be able to talk to him safely now.

Hearing the faint cheers coming from his ears, Losa did not breathe a sigh of relief.

The gap in hard power between the two sides is still too big. Shemaier's legendary body is difficult to deal with, and he has used a small force to gain a big advantage and pried open the legacy of the ancient gods. Lothar doesn't know what price this guy will pay for it, but Shemaier in this state is far stronger than the three-headed dragon.

That is an existence that even Viviana at the E2 stage can hardly match. Converted into a six-star template, Shemaier's current strength is at least equivalent to that of the full E2.

However, he does not have even one Elite 2 follower under his command.

"Come again!"

There was excitement flashing in the giant's eyes, and his severed arm quickly grew back. His entire body was constructed with divine power and was not his original body at all. In this state, no matter how serious the injury was, he could recover quickly.

He raised his golden iron fist, which was surrounded by the light of divine fire, and smashed it down towards Lothar.

boom--

Smoke and dust exploded.

The iron fist that was halfway down was stopped.

A red and black dragon suddenly appeared, its winding horns like a crown. Under the support of the people and the blessing of the law, its body expanded rapidly. When the dragon's body was fully revealed, it was not much smaller than the giant god.

The angel with flaming wings landed on the dragon's back, and the golden holy spear in Jeanna's hand shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)