"Is it Saladin!?"
"Why are you here?!"
The magician finally spoke, his voice as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.
"Why are you here?"
"Of course, it's to help His Majesty Saladin, a close friend of the great Saint Pharaoh."
"How dare you invade the city where His Majesty Saladin is?"
"To be an enemy of His Majesty Saladin is to be an enemy of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
After saying that, the magician cast his spell again.
Then, the rebel's vision began to blur and his consciousness gradually faded.
In a short while, the magicians rushed into Damascus.
“Stop! Stop!”
"We surrender! We surrender!"
After word spread that the rebel chief and rebel leader had fled, rebel morale collapsed.
Many rebels who were looting treasures and women in the city had to give up their spoils and kneel down before the magicians.
"My lord, have mercy on me! My lord, have mercy on me!"
This was Saul's first time participating in such a battle. He was so excited about killing that his mind went blank. Only after the sounds of fighting around him gradually subsided did he gradually calm down.
He looked at the people kneeling on the ground, just gasping for breath.
Seeing that Saul had not recovered from his shock for a moment, the Pope stepped forward and spoke.
"Drop your weapons and get down on your knees!"
"Now!"
All the rebels began to gather in front of Saul. They listened to the Pope's words, trembling and not even daring to raise their heads.
On the other side, some people who came out of the castle were staring blankly at where Saul was.
The Pope looked at those who were still standing and just continued to shout.
"I said, kneel down!"
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