Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 754 59: Alchemy

The Giant Dragons, each differing in size and shape, are slowly but firmly making their way towards the blazing furnace under the urging of the Curse Seal.

Their spirits tremble; in their once cruel eyes, belonging to apex predators, now only desperation and pleading remain.

They have been controlled by Shemir through the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, but considering their large number, and that from the start Shemir saw them as consumables, he didn't bother to commit much effort to the contract, purely overpowering them by force.

Originally, these Dragons were extremely unwilling to be enslaved, yet they never imagined they were merely used as casting materials by this evil human Wizard.

As the first Dragon stepped into the furnace, its body ignited into a torch with a bang.

Next came the second, the third...

Piercing screams echoed one after another.

At the top of the furnace, the chimneys gathering countless souls spewed out large plumes of ashes.

Some soldiers of the Saracen, thinking it was "Holy Fire Sacrifice", instinctively reached out to catch them, only to find the ashes were twisted and gruesome human faces. After a shocking chill, they looked again to find the ashes had returned to normal.

As the last Dragon stepped into the furnace, the furnace door slammed shut, sealing the terrifying screams inside.

To the Casters present, this scene was both cruel and spectacular. Some Dragons, even with only mediocre bloodlines, had lived for who knows how long, making it hard for them to confront successfully.

Yet in Shemir's hands, such powerful Dragons were not treasured, but rather fed into the Alchemy furnace like firewood.

Truly...

Too extravagant.

Someone subconsciously murmured, "Perhaps we will witness the birth of a miracle."

Immediately, a Caster corrected, "No, no, no, this is no miracle, but genuine Alchemy, and it's the most advanced and rarely practiced Flesh and Blood Refining Technique in Alchemy."

The crowd agreed, whether they truly understood or not, they were all "professionals", speaking "miracle" as an outsider term, which was quite laughable.

Under the eyes of all, the Legendary Wizard, surrounded by the Cuneiform Clay Tablet like a deity descended, was not in a pleasant mood. With a sullen face, his boundless Spiritual Power continuously injected into the furnace through the "amplifier" of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

The souls turning into smoke within the furnace became the finest adhesive through the Cuneiform Clay Tablet.

And he was the tailor, constantly threading the needle.

"No, it can't be done."

"The true Dragon's long lifespan must be abandoned."

Shemir frowned. What he intended to create was not just a weapon of war, but a real Dragon.

The Legendary Tier has the capability to touch upon creation, he was certain of it!

Unfortunately, firstly, he had just entered the Legendary Domain, and secondly, his expertise in Alchemy was not outstanding. Without the Cuneiform Clay Tablet, along with his deep research on Dragons, even creating a highly flawed Advanced Dragon was impossible.

"Wisdom can at most maintain the level of a young Dragon, and because its form does not match those Dragons composing its soul, it seems difficult to inject the Dragon's combat instincts into it..."

For an Advanced Dragon, this was akin to being mentally impaired.

A Dragon that only yields to beast instincts, if it lost his control, no matter how powerful it was, it would struggle to defeat the one capable of turning into a Dragon and slaughtering an Ancient God in the Divine Realm, right?

"If during battle, I still need to be distracted using the Curse Seal to control it, I might as well summon a few Ancient Gods to revive."

Shemir murmured lowly, not avoiding acknowledgment from his "student."

"Teacher, why not let me control it?"

The young Assassin suggested. These days, he has helped Shemir with many trivial matters and has a general idea of what his newly recognized teacher intended.

Shemir paused, seriously thought about it, and found it feasible.

Anyway, in the body of the soon-to-be-born Dragon, the Curse Seal of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet was engraved, and he could divide a subordinate Curse Seal to this eager "student", reclaiming it whenever he desired.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

If he had been more patient back then, perhaps he could have personally created a new body for his old friend, instead of letting other Alchemists turn him into a Ghost Dragon.

What a pity.

Before attaining the Legendary status, even he hadn't considered such a possibility.

...

The distant anomaly had long shaken the Crusader nobles profoundly.

They gathered under the banner of Monarchs Losa, Richard, and Philip, hoping for accurate information.

The direction of the war, although their victory was predominant, showed the increasing importance of Casters throughout the battles, and the scene resembling "Battle of the Gods" at Natawa Castle days before greatly shocked them.

Facing such terrifying enemies, no matter how sturdy the Crusader armor, sharp the blades and guns, or deep their devotion to God, victory seemed impossible, right?

Martha, the little Witch, with a vigilant look on her face, said, "Your Majesty, I suggest not engaging the Saracens until Her Majesty the Queen arrives."

Richard raised an eyebrow, lightly scoffed, "Nonsense, what, am I supposed to turn and run if the Saracens attack before the Queen arrives?"

Martha, the little Witch, looked puzzled, "But that's a Legendary, and wielding a powerful Divine Artifact."

She understood little of politics but knew the terror of the Legendary.

"What's there to fear? If the sky falls, won't our Grand Marshal and his advisors handle it?"

Richard replied flippantly, only those familiar could discern the seriousness deep in his eyes. He was no ordinary man; purely in terms of combat strength, an Advanced Caster couldn't easily defeat Richard, who wielded both the Sword in the Stone and the Broken Steel Sword.

So how could he not understand the terror of a Legendary Caster?

...

At the residence in Semanud City.

A group of followers had already gathered.

After taking his seat, Venezia couldn't help but wonder, "What is the matter for which the lord has gathered us today?"

Hans next to him casually speculated, "The commotion caused by the Saracen Casters, which unsettled people, is likely the reason we're here to discuss strategies?"

Furinjira rolled her eyes discontentedly, "Why bother guessing? The lord will come soon, and then we'll all know, won't we?"

Furinjira rolled her eyes discontentedly, "Why bother guessing? The lord will come soon, and then we'll all know, won't we?"