Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 470 - 250: Salman’s Escape

The "Devil" has long blue-gray hair, with a bit of dust on her cheeks due to the continuous journey; no one knows where she’s from, but her face is exceptionally delicate without the slightest flaw.

Are all devils this beautiful?

The Mamluk Cavalry stepping on the stirrups raised the riding spear in his hand, yet hesitated the instant he thrust it out.

This is the most beautiful treasure on earth, even the King’s wives would look like ugly women adorned in gold and silver next to her; if one could possess her...

A momentary hesitation.

Did not delay for too long, the riding spear in his hand still fiercely stabbed toward Chelina.

At this time, a sense of pleasure from destroying beauty rose in his heart, like the mood of burning and killing enemy villages and slaughtering those women and children in the past — no, even more exciting by countless times than that!

The "Devil" raised her head, each hand holding a "long" sword as tall as a person.

Perhaps she moved.

Or perhaps she did not.

The Cavalry suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness, as if he lost control over his body, the once mighty riding spear could no longer exert that destructive impact.

Thud —

The headless knight fell from the horse’s back.

The mount without a master, covered with a horse helmet that obscured the way forward, bumped into the shield-covered Salman as it brushed past Chelina.

Blood splashed.

It was as if an invisible giant hand threw this horse into a meat grinder.

The splashed blood collided with an invisible wall, flowing on the ground without touching Chelina a single bit.

The "Demon" standing on the gravel raised its yellow beast-like eyes, clearly not making any mouth-opening howl gesture, yet suddenly stirred up a melodious wolf howl in the vast yellow sand.

The raging wind roared, carrying gravel, smashing toward the charging slave Cavalry.

Looking down at the earth from the sky, a tawny torrent could be seen colliding fiercely with a black steel torrent — men and horses losing their target in an instant, like being hit by a sandstorm, helmets making crackling sounds as they are struck by gravel, mounts beneath them neighing in panic.

Some Riders collided with a great bang, producing sounds of bones cracking, occasionally people and mounts falling on the ground, trampled beneath the mounts of their companions.

Adil, watching this scene from a distance, felt his heart about to shatter, he placed his hand on his shoulder, his eyes filled with anguish: "By the Holy Flame, is this the power of the heretic Devil?"

Squeak —

The crossbow cannon atop the city wall was slowly moving, soldiers rapidly twisting the winch, loading the crossbow arrows mixed with Demon-Blocking Gold.

"Aim at the enemy’s Wizard, release the arrows!"

The Baron Robert shouted as he issued the command.

Witnessing the earthquake magic from Salman that seemed like a natural disaster, he knew very well that the greatest threat to Gaza City at present was this heretic Wizard who seemed alive or dead; only by killing him could Gaza City be spared from catastrophe.

Bang —

Arrow hit.

The Demon-Blocking Gold-made arrowhead sliced the air with a piercing screech, just before it hit Salman.

With a boom.

A ring shattered on his finger beneath the black robe, unleashing a powerful shockwave — the wooden arrow shaft disintegrated mid-flight, and the arrowhead veered off course due to the shockwave.

Clutching his chest, Salman panted heavily.

The Demon-Blocking Golden Dagger stabbed into his body caused his mana to go berserk like a wild horse, he had now lost all casting ability, replaced by a less wealthy or cautious caster of the same level, he would already be dead.

"How did she do it?"

Salman couldn’t figure it out; this assassin possessed such extraordinary speed, surely aided by magical power, with his extensive knowledge, Salman was very certain that in this world, there was no humanoid being who could achieve such speed relying solely on physique.

But this still didn’t explain how Chelina, who used magical power, could wield Demon-Blocking Gold for fast movement.

It’s incomprehensible!

Salman’s mind was chaotic, powerful spiritual power scattered wildly — due to the chaotic mana, his thoughts too ran wild like the mana inside him.

Bang —

Another ring shattered in his hand.

The outer covering magic shield crumbled again, still the weapon made from Demon-Blocking Gold.

If it were an ordinary crossbow cannon or even magic cast by a wizard of the same level, it would take an indeterminate time to shatter a layer of shield, but against Demon-Blocking Gold, the shield could only choose self-destruction to withstand the blow.

Salman felt heartache as though bleeding, having served Saladin for a month, the materials he obtained were not enough to make two such rings.

No, this couldn’t go on.

He struggled to focus his scattered thoughts, realizing the once vast spiritual power had become a burden, they divided into strands, following the mana roaring through him.

He attempted to pull out the dagger.

But the angle of the dagger was tricky, his arm barely reached the dagger’s grip, immediately bringing a sharp electric shock like pain to his hand.

A small stream of chaotic mana happened to reach his palm.

"Damn it, how could this woman’s weapon have even the sword hilt made of Demon-Blocking Gold, how did she hold it? Wrapped it in ten layers of cloth? Or did she really do it without relying on magical power to be so fast?"

Bang —

The spinning Wind Blade made a crisp sound on Salman’s shield.

Chelina raised her hand, summoned back the thrown double blades.

She silently calculated the remaining strength within her — blocking those Mamluk Cavalry consumed most of her power, if she wanted to break the enemy’s shield, relying on herself, even exhausting all would not suffice.

She couldn’t help but think again of what Losa said, "There’s nothing more the long-lived wizards care about than their own lives."

"Then just wait for those two crossbow cannons to peel open your turtle shell."

Chelina thought silently.

Salman finally pulled out the dagger embedded in his back, the pain causing the skin on his face to twitch, but the chaotic mana within him finally began to operate normally.

They were like sheep driven by a shepherd dog, forced back onto their destined path.

He first used mana to create a heart model to maintain the functioning of the damaged heart, the recent blood loss had draped his dark face with a layer of paleness.

With trembling hands, he raised the magic staff, the end of the staff stained with his blood flowing on the ground, these blood filled with magical power rapidly formed a Hexagram Array under his casting.

The ground began to tremble.

Noticing the anomaly, Chelina sprang into the air, the cloak behind her like a bird’s wing, carving a blue arc in the sky.

Bang —

A giant hand slammed where Chelina had been.

Countless sand granules forming the hand, loose grains fell as it lifted, but numerous grains, like soldiers being counted, surged toward the giant hand.

On the city wall.

The Crusaders’ faces were filled with terror, never had they imagined anyone with such frightening power existed in the world.

Such a hand, with just a sweep, could blow away dozens of cavalry, right?