About half an hour ago, when the rebels had just broken through the gate.
That is when the sun is about to set.
Saul and his companions finally saw the sight of Damascus from afar.
Thick smoke billowed and flames spread.
"It's just as His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh expected!"
"We rushed and rushed, but the rebels still managed to capture Damascus?!"
Saul raised his voice at this time and looked at the Pope beside him, who nodded heavily.
"Magicians of Holy Egypt! Protect our Holy Pharaoh's friend, His Majesty Saladin!"
"We must drive out those rebels!"
"We must protect the safety of His Majesty Saladin!"
"Magicians of Holy Egypt! Charge with me!"
Of course, Saul at this time did not know that Saladin had died of illness.
On the other side, on the outskirts of Damascus, the rebel chief and rebel leader were standing on a small hill, overlooking the city of Damascus below.
In front of them, a large number of soldiers were launching the final general attack.
At this moment, the two of them were immersed in the joy of impending victory.
"Once we enter the city, the first thing we will do is dig up Saladin's tomb!"
"I'm going to chop his head off with my own hands!"
"When the time comes, I'll hang his head on the city gate! Let the people of Damascus see what happens if they resist us!"
The two were talking happily and excitedly when suddenly a strange sound caught their attention.
A low roar was heard from the distant horizon.
It was like thunder, but different.
However, the sounds became louder and closer, and even the ground was shaking slightly.
"What the hell is going on?"
The rebel leader asked, frowning and looking towards the source of the sound.
"What is that?"
"Wait! That's an army?!"
"Is it the main force of the Arabs?!"
They squinted their eyes. The army that appeared out of nowhere didn't light any torches or anything like that, so they couldn't see their appearance clearly.
The strange, unknown force made them feel uneasy.
"But how is this possible?!"
“There’s no way they can get back to Damascus in such a short time!”
"This must be something else... Wait? Could it be that they are also enemies of Saladin?"
"Damn it! Are they coming to snatch Damascus from us?"
Just as the two of them were guessing, a series of dazzling rays of light suddenly flashed in front of the team, like the desert illuminated by the midday sun.
This was even the first time for both of them to see such a scene.
"What is that?!"
"Quick! Send someone to negotiate..."
But then, the rebels' screams and explosions came one after another.
They clearly saw that in the distance, their soldiers' formation was instantly in chaos.
They were now certain that this mysterious team was their enemy!
"grown ups!"
"That's it! That's magic!"
"Those are magicians! The entire army is made up of magicians?!"
An experienced officer shouted in horror, his voice becoming increasingly shrill.
Because, in this land, they rarely see traces of magic.
Not to mention a large-scale magician army like this.
Magical energies flew and exploded, their light brighter than torches.
Even the rebel leaders and chiefs in the distance could see their appearance clearly.
They wore the same robes, and most of them held a crocodile skull in their hands.
Of course, the rebels did not understand what those crocodile skulls meant, but they could see clearly that when the crocodile skulls moved without wind or suddenly flashed with light, the magic would immediately attack with ferocious force.
Most of those magics used the impact of the desert to defeat the rebels.
Even the sand dunes seemed to have life, crashing among the rebels like waves.
Not only that, some sand dunes turned into the shape of scorpions, and they were able to use their pincers to cut off the rebels' bodies.
For the two rebel leaders, it was a living nightmare.
The rebel leader's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart began to beat faster and his chest began to heave violently.
"How is this possible? Who has such a powerful army of magicians?"
"They! Could they be Saladin's magician army?!"
"How is this possible? I've never heard of it!"
"Where the hell did they come from?!"
"Why didn't anyone report this magical army to us?!"
"What's going on! What on earth is going on?!"
Then, the two began to discuss countermeasures in a panic.
However, just as the two were shocked, a tall figure slowly walked up the hillside.
That's the masked man.
He patted the rebel leader and chief on the shoulders, which scared the two men.
"ah!"
"Brother, why didn't you tell me you were coming? You scared me to death!"
However, the masked man ignored what they said and just spoke lightly.
"That's the magic army of Holy Egypt."
"Based on the current situation, their most powerful magician doesn't seem to be here."
"But, it seems there are two powerful magics going on."
"If you don't want to die here, I suggest you withdraw immediately."
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