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Not willing to be outdone, Aenarion used his psychic power to construct a three-headed, six-armed demon shadow. Two hideous raven skulls surrounded the beautiful head of a succubus in the center. He screamed miserably at the Blood God, and his two arms wielded the Spear of Dionysus and the Scepter of War, which collided heavily with the Blood Blade. The shock wave generated by the collision spread out, tearing apart the rocks, lifting the ground, and knocking Aenarion back again and again.

Two arms were unable to block the opponent's powerful blow.

With his third hand, Aenarion lifted Cain's powerless magic sword and slashed it hard on the bloody sword. Only then did he barely use his three arms to resist the opponent's full-strength attack from both hands.

At the same time, the other three arms wielded three changing blades, like a violent storm, and slashed at her body continuously. Even though Sadolin was extremely fast, she was hit by several swords, and blood shadows were raised all over the sky. With every attack, the blood shadow would shrink a little, consuming blood and making up for the damage to its master.

Relying on her sufficient blood volume, Sadolin adopted a strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, launching a series of fierce attacks on Aenarion. However, one-third of her attacks were dodged by Aenarion with great agility, and several times she only slashed on the afterimages created by the rapid movement, without even touching him.

After finally hitting the target, one third of the attack was bounced off by the dragon scales on the Demon Shadow's body, unable to tear through the defense of the dragon scale armor and cause damage.

The last few attacks finally hurt Aenarion, but Sadolin found that his ability was similar to hers. She used blood instead of damage, while the other party used psychic energy instead of damage. The damage caused by his desperate attacks was very little. After fighting for so long, he finally chopped off the three heads of the demon shadow with one sword. Aenarion cast a spell instantly, consuming 16 points of mana directly, and reconstructed a new demon shadow.

Seeing the psychic defense that she had broken with great difficulty being summoned out by him casually, Sadolin frowned. How much mana does this guy have?

She used an identification spell to take a look. Wow, double elite templates, the superposition of dual professions' mana, caused Aenarion's mana to be twice that of an ordinary person, as high as 496, almost five times that of her own. As long as he wanted, the monster with three heads and six arms could be summoned thirty-one times in a row.

She looked at herself again. She had been too aggressive in her fighting style just now. She had slaughtered a large number of slaves in the palace, but now she had lost a third of the blood she had gained under the powerful attack of the opponent's six arms...hiss...

Sadolin quickly gave up the close combat, took two steps back and began to cast spells. A flaming nova of psychic energy gathered in her hands, emitting astonishing energy fluctuations.

You, an eighth-level psychic, want to compete with me in spellcasting?

Aenarion's mind moved, and a bird skull of the demon shadow let out a piercing cry, a scream full of demonic psychic energy, which directly destroyed Sadolin's concentrated spell like a dead tree and rotten wood, making the flaming star disappear into thin air. Then, the second demon bird skull, the head of the succubus, and Aenarion cast spells at the same time while countering the spell, and instantly released a psychic energy, destroying the opponent's spell while directly setting off four terrifying psychic explosions under Sadolin's feet! Let the terrifying psychic fire boil and burn under her feet.

The ability of Cain's Chosen is very strong, but unfortunately the Chosen's foundation is too poor. After stacking so many, he can barely reach the level of the Lord of the Legion. Aenarion has won countless games against the wind along the way. His evaluation of the current drow queen is that she can probably fight Girriman on equal terms, without the blessing of the Tzeentch demon.

"Cough, cough,"

Sadolin took out the smoke in a panic, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Aenarion was somewhat shocked. She was no match for Aenarion in terms of consumption, and it was a one-sided crushing in terms of spellcasting. She only had advantages in attributes such as strength and agility, but she was far behind the opponent in combat experience.

The Roman emperor, like Mortarion, was not something he could handle. What was more troublesome was that Mortarion only brought 49 people, while he brought a whole Roman guard. He was not at an advantage in numbers. The Mamluks who were rushing over were stopped by his good sister.

, Mortarion, and the two dragons blocked them all.

Damn Moras, she must have leaked her ability. Mortarion didn't kill anyone, and all of them were poisoned and fell unconscious. The same thing happened to the others, either frozen by the icy dragon's breath or blown away by the storm, so that they couldn't get any blood to nourish themselves.

If you want to win, you must recruit more slaves! Kill more people! Get more power!

Sadolin regained consciousness from the bloody carnival and chose to retreat without hesitation, consuming her psychic energy and trying to cast a teleportation magic, but the air nearby was as hard as rock, and her psychic energy could not tear even a gap. She looked back in surprise, only to see the banner of the Spear of Dionysus emitting waves of heart-pounding fluctuations, blocking the teleportation ability of the entire venue.

Sadolin was a little panicked. Looking at Aenarion who was casting four spells at the same time and preparing to cast a fifth spell instantly, she let out a shrill scream and wanted to order the people nearby to commit suicide to give her more power!

But the next second, the world in front of him froze for a moment, like a frame-dropping animation, and then fifteen pale green arcane rays screamed and tore through the sky, hitting his limbs! After each ray hit, the blood giant would crack into a large number of pale green glowing cracks, and then, in a flash, it was disintegrated into molecules that were invisible to the naked eye. After tearing apart the blood shadow, the pale green cracks even approached his body!

Sadolin's eyes flashed with panic, and then she immediately understood that Aenarion's casting frequency was as high as five magics in six seconds. He had just used [Acceleration] and [Advanced Swiftness Burst] to speed up time. Six seconds of time flowed as eighteen seconds for him. Fifteen Dissociation spells were thrown directly at her face! In addition to the three instant ones, the remaining twelve also used powerful super magic!

The blood giant, in the pale green disintegration rays, dissolved and collapsed quickly like snow under the bright sun at noon, without even making a sound. Thirteen disintegration spells directly blasted away all the blood disguises, and the last two hit the main body head-on, knocking her out!

Sadolin had no choice but to ask the person closest to her to commit suicide immediately. Just before her body turned to ashes, she used the blood that the slaves had just brought to offset the damage. She looked at the tall figure of Aenarion and couldn't help feeling a little despair in her heart.

Mortarion lacks people around him, and although he can fly, his speed is not fast. Hiding and fighting a war of attrition can still force her to negotiate peace.

But Aenarion, there are many people, teleportation is prohibited, melee combat is not affordable, magic crushing advantage, defense is even more exaggerated than his own, how to fight this thing???

Chapter 473: A desperate fight

Sadolin struggled to hold on. At this moment, she saw the eagle flags of the Roman Empire fluttering from the outer gates of Cairo all the way to the central palace. Teams of Phoenix Guards holding halberds, kites and shields, and teams of Varyags holding spears and axes kept coming towards her. It was like a roaring and boiling purple ocean. Nineteen giant dragons were spinning and dancing in the sky, fighting a bloody battle with her own Hunyuan body flying troops for air supremacy.

The Royal Mamluks and the Drow citizens were equally brave. After being caught in the bloody night raid and the massacre on June 1, every infected Cairo citizen laughed and brandished their swords, building defensive bunkers in the narrow streets or simply hiding in the houses on both sides to weaken and block the opponent's terrifying long-range firepower. After dragging the enemy into close combat, they fought wildly with the Roman Guards, doing everything they could to stop their offensive.

However, they couldn't delay much longer.

When Aenarion designed the elite of the elite, the Custodes, his thinking was relatively conservative. There was no way to mass-produce this kind of top-level professional soldier, and the population resources of the emerging Roman Empire were also limited. If one person died, it would take decades to replenish them. Therefore, all members had to wear heavy helmets and armor, and they could think of other things after they had maximized their defense and survival. It didn't matter if the advancement speed was slow. It was difficult for cavalry to perform well in such narrow streets with a large number of shelters and barricades.

However, his Imperial Guards Artillery Marshal, Rogal Dorn, had fought too many battles with the Ottoman Empire, and his artillery had always been coordinating with the Ottoman cavalry with high mobility. He could not tolerate the slowness of the Roman Imperial Guards, so he simply pulled out 400 of his 1,000 artillerymen to make a single breakthrough.

Under the puzzled gaze of the drow elves, Rogge walked with his short legs, wielding a terrifyingly large serrated sword, carrying a shield, riding a clumsy and stubborn goat, and leading a hundred gold dwarf goat riders to launch an assault on the narrow streets.

All the paladins in this group cast Holy Shield immediately, allowing the brilliant holy light to form a spherical protective film around them and their mounts, making them immune to all damage for just twelve seconds. Their bodies endured the Mamluks' flaming rain of arrows, their sheep's hooves crushed the caltrops deployed by the drow auxiliaries, and their horns knocked over the wooden stakes and chevaux de frise, and they charged directly into their faces.

Then, the 3-pound field gun pulled by the carriage launched a saturation artillery attack in the direction of the artillery marshal. The deafening artillery fire covered the Paladins and the enemy. The 3-pound solid iron balls cut off the flesh, smashed the walls, and blasted through the houses. Rows of soldiers fell in pools of blood, and large areas of buildings collapsed and disintegrated. The Mamluks hiding inside were crushed into meat paste, and the entire defense line was instantly blasted into a hell of death! The smoke and dust were shaken by the explosion.

Flying to the sky several meters high!

Most of the streets were blown into a ruin of death covered by smoke and dust by the deafening artillery fire, and the hot smoke from the burning fire rose into the sky!

Under this level of artillery coverage, only the Paladins who activated the Divine Shield and became invincible for a short period of time could survive, and they were not afraid of accidental injuries from the artillery fire. After a round of bombardment, their Divine Shield would just expire in time, and they could walk on mountains and cliffs as if on flat ground with their iron hooves like goats. They could easily step on the complex ruins, and cross all kinds of bricks and rubble as if they were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, eliminating the remaining enemies.

Afterwards, this group of goat paladins and the field artillery pulled by the carriage quickly moved towards the next line of defense. After the signal that the artillery had completed loading was given, they put on the holy shields on their heads again and charged towards the next line of defense!

No other troop advanced faster than them in the street fighting. When Sadolin discovered Rogal Dorn's eagle flag because of the deafening artillery fire, they were less than 500 meters away from them - an eagle flag representing a cannon could run faster than cavalry!

Swords clashed, spells clashed, and after several confrontations, Sadolin roughly understood Aenarion's attack mode. If the distance was too far, he would adopt a psychic bombing mode of five shots every six seconds. Although it consumed a huge amount of mana, the power was extremely terrifying.

He must have enough servants to resist the Roman Guards who are charging at him, especially the artillery unit that runs faster than the cavalry. He can't just let them die. If the blood shield is wasted any further, more Romans will rush towards him.

If the distance was too close, he would be caught off guard by the chaotic dance of the six-armed demon. Decades of fighting and killing had already tempered Aenarion into an excellent soldier. He was no longer the immature warlock with immature combat skills. Over the years, he had been learning the swordsmanship and marksmanship of the high elves, various tactics of the Janissaries, and even the combat skills of the God-Lord Satyr.

Close combat is no longer his weak point. His six arms and six blades waved in the air, leaving gorgeous afterimages like fluttering butterflies, making it hard to defend against. He even swapped weapons like a juggler!

I had finally memorized the attack patterns of his six arms and six battle blades and was barely able to keep up with the speed, but he ended up putting all six arms behind his back and instantly swapping weapons. The Spear of Dionysus from the first on the right appeared at the second on the left, and the Sword of Kane was replaced from the third on the left to the third on the right. The positions and directions of the six weapons were completely illogically disrupted, and the attack patterns had undergone a drastic change. Each arm could use all the weapons he mastered at will, making what I had just memorized with great difficulty meaningless!

What's even more terrifying is that when he enters melee mode, his casting speed will only drop from five shots in six seconds to three shots in six seconds. While he is fighting with all his might, the three heads of the Demon Shadow can continue to cast spells like other conscious individuals. The six demon eyes filled with malicious intent blast out six evil flame rays of thousands of degrees Celsius, causing his blood to evaporate and dissolve. The six purple demon eye ridges are like six high-temperature razors, dismembering the Blood Chosen One step by step.

In desperation, Sadolin finally found a weakness - Aenarion's Demon Shadow had only one weakness, which was that it was relatively fragile and could only provide about 180 temporary life points each time. It was incomparable to the Blood Shadow that was formed when Cain drained all the life of every professional.

And every time his demon shadow was destroyed, it took a certain amount of time for him to regain his psychic power before he could summon it again - this was his only chance!

Sadolin launched a desperate attack, once again launching a desperate offensive of exchanging injuries for injuries. Three emerald green disintegration rays pierced through her forehead, neck, and heart with a scream. Six sharp blades cut six horrific wounds on her arms that caused the flesh to roll outward. However, all these injuries were healed at the cost of the rapid evaporation and consumption of the blood shadow.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, she swung the huge Blood God's Blade, and with overwhelming strength and speed, she slashed hard at Aenarion's shoulder. The shock wave spread like a storm, even blowing up dozens of kilograms of rubble. The terrifying blow covered the demon's shadow with cracks.

Aenarion was not worried at all, and directly detonated three earth-shaking psychic explosions behind her. The brilliant flames of Slaanesh, wrapped in billowing black smoke, rushed straight into the sky. The little girl insisted on slashing three times with the sword, as if she was determined to die together!

When the sixth sword hit, the Demon Shadow was finally about to collapse. Sadolin instantly cast [First Ring Psychic·Synchronization], predicting the future direction. Her next sword would be dodged by the opponent from the left. Then I only need to tilt the sword a little bit to the left to hit it. Then, his Demon Shadow would disappear temporarily, and then he would instantly summon the second Demon Shadow. The interval between the two was less than half a second.

This is my only chance.

Sadolin saw this future moment in time, and after resisting Aenarion's attack like a storm, she swung her last sword with all her strength, smashing the three-headed, six-armed demon shadow into thousands of pieces. In the crumbling psychic bubble, she converted all her remaining blood into magic power, condensed it into a blood arrow, and shot it rapidly towards Aenarion's left eye, wanting to pierce his head with one arrow!

"clang!!!"

The grim smile on Sadolin's face gradually disappeared, and then turned into astonishment. The world in front of her froze for a moment, and a demonic shadow that reached the sky and the earth appeared again.

He appeared for the first time and easily withstood his last attack.

He had already done it as fast as he could, but that damn time accelerated! He accelerated his own time again and reconstructed the demon's shadow before his brain was shot through!

"Your sister has said a lot about you, Sadolin."

A demon claw constructed of psychic energy tightly grasped the body of the drow queen and grabbed the person who had no blood to protect him from the ground.

"Do you really think that just two days of hard work can make up for decades or even hundreds of years of negligence and slackness? You have already lost. If you are still a drow queen, then don't let your people put up a fearless resistance."

Caught in the devil's claws, Sadolin looked ashen and subconsciously wanted to scream and order more people to commit suicide, but when she looked around, she saw that the Hunyuan body in the sky was defeated by nineteen giant dragons, and half of Cairo's sky was dyed into a gorgeous purple color symbolizing Rome by the dragon flames of the Palaiologos family.

Teams of Mamluks were disintegrating under the slow but steady offensive of the Imperial Guards. A gold dwarf girl riding a goat, accompanied by a large number of chariots and artillery, had already approached ten meters away from him. Mortarion also killed his own guards and rescued all the death shrouds, spreading the sevenfold blessing of a loving father in a corner of the palace. He could not deal with any of these enemies now.

Sadolin trembled, and finally lowered her head, admitting her failure.

And at this moment, the eyes that had been staring at her finally looked away. The god of murder never wastes any energy on losers. The ocean of blood that soared into the sky was mercilessly stripped from her body and injected into Aenarion's body.

For a moment, the eyes of the Roman guards in Cairo turned into bright scarlet blood. Killing, fighting, revelry! Countless twisted and crazy emotions were churning in their brains. The fighting power of each soldier soared rapidly. Wisps of blood-colored smoke disappeared from the Mamluks and reappeared on them, soaring into the sky, causing the Phoenix Guards, Varangians, Tatars, Golden Dwarves, and Ogres to let out the most terrifying bloodthirsty roars in the bloody battlefield!

Chapter 474: Liberation of Freedom

The moment he was stared at by the God of Blood and infused with the power of murder, Aenarion's brain went blank and he almost fell into a bloody frenzy. In his eyes, all the Mamluks and Roman Guards present were distorted and turned into bloody afterimages, waiting for him to hunt, possess, seize, and plunder more power, and offer more blood and death to the God of Murder!

"Dark Prince! Have you become a Khorne Daemon Prince? What the hell is this? No, it's not Khorne, it's... Cain? He's still alive???"

The God-like succubus sealed in Aenarion's body: Shahras was also impacted by the blood and let out a scream of uncertainty. His equally restless Slaanesh emotions in turn impacted the bloody tide. The two completely different and intense emotions set off a huge wave in his mind!

"So that's how it's passed down."

After witnessing the replacement of Khaine's Chosen with his own eyes, Moras suddenly realized why his mother's ability suddenly appeared. But there were more troublesome things at the moment. Aenarion, who had never been exposed to this kind of power, accepted the power of Khaine's Chosen without any preparation, and he also lost control. A Roman emperor with the power of Khaine's Chosen was more troublesome than his own sister.

"Everyone, stay away! Quick! The wizard will immediately summon a large number of weak creatures to his vicinity! If you're lucky, he'll be able to return to normal after killing them for a while! Quick, quick, quick!"

Moras quickly gave orders, but a bloody tide quickly spread out from Aenarion, sweeping across the entire city of Cairo. Indrognir, Miaoying, and even himself, all were affected by the desire to kill. Everyone fell into a state of bloody carnival, laughing crazily! Among all the people present, except for himself who had experienced it a few times when he was a child, everyone was caught off guard by this power, and their consciousness gradually fell into scarlet madness.

Moras covered his forehead and skillfully controlled his bloodlust. He immediately used his psychic power to summon a large number of extremely weak ectoplasm creatures, and slaughtered the Romans who were in a bloody carnival nearby. As the ectoplasm creatures fell and were destroyed one after another, the blood color in Aenarion's eyes gradually dissipated and returned to normal.

Moras gasped with lingering fear. Fortunately, his mother had lost control several times and he stayed by her side, otherwise today's incident would be troublesome. However, he had such strong control? It had only been less than half a minute, and he had regained consciousness?

Aenarion stood among the psychic corpses strewn all over the ground, unconsciously clenching his six weapons. The power just now came too suddenly. Even with the help of a God-Lord Satyr to help him regain his sanity, it took him some time to resist the boundless desire for killing. He looked around nervously and found that he had not accidentally injured any friendly forces. All he killed were insignificant summons. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

With the return of the power of blood, Kane's sword, which he had always used as a teleporting and hunting device, also burst out with a terrifying light as bright and dazzling as the Spear of Dionysus. The gurgling blood washed away every speck of dirt on the sword, and the rolling red mist cleared away every speck of dust on the blade, allowing the terrifying scarlet power of blood to soar into the sky.

[Kane's Sword] (Orange): Attack

Hit +10, ignores 50% of the target's defense, ignores all means of reducing hits such as incorporeality, flash, etc., magic damage 11~18, ignores any damage reduction. Can consume X points of life, so that the next weapon damage will increase by an additional X value.

Just a few simple words have revealed the most terrifying ability of Kane's Sword. It does not have as many fancy abilities as the Spear of Dionysus. It just simply kills, kills, and continues to kill!

At this moment, after losing the protection of the bloody carnival and watching the queen being captured through surgery, the Egyptian soldiers completely lost all their fighting power and raised their hands in surrender. However, the royal guards who were caught up in the bloody carnival had no intention of stopping. Fortunately, Aenarion reacted quickly and quickly recovered the power of blood, allowing his soldiers to get rid of the bloody carnival and return to normal. Miaoying rolled up a Roman eagle flag with his dragon tail and cheered as he inserted it on the top of the Drow Palace, watching the purple flag fluttering in the wind.

Aenarion gazed once more upon his newfound power of Khaine's Chosen - a double-edged sword, both a blessing and a curse.

"You win, sis."

Sadolin looked at Morath standing with Aenarion, his face ashen, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and as if everything was dead, as if he had lost his last hope.

She knelt on the ground, took out her magic wand, and pointed it at her brain. She saw more than ten million thin psychic threads gradually being extracted and peeled off from her soul, condensing into a psychic sphere in the air that was filled with hatred, terror and other negative energies.

"This is what my mother gave me. It contains the slave contracts of all Egyptians. With this, you can command all of Egypt. Now, it's yours. If you want to join Rome, go ahead. I just hope you can keep what my mother left us."

Moras did not take any action, but instead looked at Aenarion beside him.

“This is why the people of Alexandria are unwilling to surrender. Even if they surrender to you, as long as the drow queen comes and roars, they will still be slaves, slaves who cannot control their own destiny.

I witnessed the disastrous defeat of the Mamluks between the Ottomans and the Romans, and I understand that slavery is no longer suitable for the new era. However, the right to choose is still yours. Whether to give freedom to all slaves in Egypt, or continue to control them and use them as cannon fodder to fight on the battlefield, it is up to you. However, no one knows how these people who have been slaves for thousands of years will react after they are freed. Riot? Cry? I don't know. Since Ptolemy led the drow elves to rule Egypt, the number of slaves here has never decreased. "

Aenarion looked at the psychic ball that contained the souls of millions of wronged people and let out a helpless sigh.

"Write a letter to Constantinople to supervise the handling of the Suez Canal, maintain stability in Egypt, and deal with Kanejian's emotional disorder... I guess I won't be back to Constantinople for a long time, and I can only stay in Egypt. Let Gilman and Caledo help handle the government affairs, and send me reports every day."

"Your will."

A guard in charge of delivering the message went to deal with it immediately, while Aenarion also wielded the Spear of Dionysus, and under the astonished gaze of Sadolin, he pierced through without hesitation and tore apart the contract cage that condensed tens of millions of souls. With a crisp sound, the psychic cage was torn into pieces by the Spear of Dionysus's illusory ability, and tens of millions of imprisoned souls were instantly liberated, leaping, dancing, and flying freely in the sky, and then turned into the largest-scale fireworks explosion, spreading to every corner of Upper and Lower Egypt, instantly spanning hundreds and thousands of kilometers, and returning to everyone's body.

And one of them even crossed the entire Mediterranean and returned to Sinestra's body. The mixed body, which had been a slave all its life, was so excited that it danced with joy, knelt down in the direction of Egypt, and praised Augustus of Rome.

Chapter 475: The Rise of Rome

The Ottoman siege ended with the Mamluk Sultanate, the ally of the Timurid Empire, being divided and dismembered, and the Cossacks being swallowed up by the Roman Empire. Aenarion led the Roman Guards, and Selim led the Janissaries to the border between the Sinai Peninsula and Palestine, celebrating their victory. The two mighty armies stood ready in the yellow sand, with purple and green flags fluttering in the storm.

Augustus and the Sultan, the half-brothers, shook hands and hugged each other warmly on both sides of the long-determined border, celebrating the final victory of the division of the Mamluks.

The Ottoman Empire was overfed. Half of its army was already busy digesting Persia, and now the other half was stretched to the newly conquered lands. The three provinces of Syria, Palestine and Arabia were in turmoil, and the three holy cities of Jerusalem, Mecca and Medina were in panic. The Syrian dark elves, Kurdish hill giants, Arab gizyanki and gizzerai added a lot of chaos to this multi-ethnic empire. In Persia, the struggle between Shiites and Sunnis intensified, and Horus went crazy killing red-headed warriors.

As for the widespread Christians in Asia Minor and Palestine, he had no choice but to compromise. Just as Aenarion did not dare to launch a religious purge for fear of forcing a large number of Muslims to the Ottoman side, Selim did not dare to purge Christians for fear that a large number of Christians would flee to the land of the Roman Empire.

Moreover, he could not use

Roman culture covers the concept of multiple ethnic groups, which even the Mongols could not do, let alone the Turks. They could only do a big thing: let the Ghiyanki Caliph, the supreme ruler of the Muslim world and the emperor of the Arab Empire personally crown himself as the owner of the Two Holy Places, the protector of the Caliph, the chosen champion of God, and the Sword of Allah.

The next day, the Caliph simply stopped pretending and directly stated that Sultan Selim was the popular choice and that the Imam had already decided in a meeting that the Caliph would be you. Selim was very humble and performed a show of three refusal and three declines in front of a group of stunned Ghis people. After the Caliph begged to resign three times, he reluctantly accepted the Caliph's abdication and inherited the Islamic throne.

Afterwards, amid the cheers of tens of thousands of Janissaries, Sultan Selim was crowned as the new emperor of the Muslim world at the holy shrine of Allah during Muhammad's night visit.

Hundreds of years after the fall of the Abbasid and Umayyad empires, the Muslim world, which had long been divided into pieces, once again welcomed its first emperor with real power who could control the entire Muslim world, rather than the previous figurehead who was at the mercy of others.

Soon after, letters bearing the seals of the Caliph and the Ottoman Sultan were sent to every corner of the Mediterranean. Selim tried to build a universal Muslim empire, suppress the various troubles of multiple ethnic groups with religion, appease the struggle between Sunnis and Shiites, and make the Timurid Empire in Central Asia completely surrender, even if it was just to maintain peace.

He was very successful. The situation in the Ottoman Empire gradually calmed down, the Timurid Empire sent a letter of peace, and the red-headed warriors also split. Some wanted to continue fighting, while others thought that Selim's position as caliph should be recognized.

In the other corner of the Mediterranean, Tripoli, Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco in North Africa, and a large number of small Muslim countries in the southern part of the Iberian Peninsula all recognized Selim's position as Caliph. According to the size of these scattered small countries, Selim remotely granted them the official seals of Sultan, Pasha, and Bey. The Muslim world, which had been divided for a hundred years, was initially unified in the hands of Selim, and he almost restored the territory of the Arab Empire during its heyday!

The price was that there were many more ethnic and religious factions within the Ottoman Empire, and its influence spread to the whole of North Africa and even into the Iberian Peninsula, which made the Holy Roman Emperor extremely terrified. Even France did not want to fight with the Holy Roman Empire at this moment - the Iberian Reconquista had been going on for hundreds of years, and it was difficult to drive the Muslims to the southernmost part of the country, and they were about to be completely expelled from Europe, leaving no one behind.

Now you tell me that these people are backed by the Ottoman Empire? Are the Janissaries planning to land in Iberia and launch a reconquest?

The Catholic countries did not want to see the revival of the Arab pagan empire, which had been so hard to split apart; in comparison, the Roman heretical empire, which had only swallowed up Egypt, seemed so harmless.

While the whole of Europe was in turmoil, Aenarion was not idle either. The effect of freeing the slaves was much better than he had imagined. The drow contract was to tear apart a part of the slave's soul and store it in the master's body.

Therefore, when the Spear of Dionysus tore the contract apart, all the liberated souls remembered that it was Aenarion who saved and liberated them. There was almost no turmoil in the whole of Egypt. Facing the rule of the Romans, everyone was extremely optimistic: the emperor tore up our slave contracts with his own hands and promoted us all to citizens of the empire. No matter how bad it was, it was better than being slaves, right?

In terms of class, except for the royal Mamluks who were almost wiped out in several wars, everyone was the lowest slave. Where did the class contradictions come from?

As for racial conflicts, they were all slaves of the drow mistress. The mistresses of all generations treated all slaves equally and regarded all races as livestock. The tyranny of the previous generation made it almost impossible for Aenarion to implement his new policies. He divided the land of Egypt into four provinces: Upper Egypt, Lower Egypt, Cyrenaica, and the Sinai province established specifically for defense against the Ottomans.

If the documents in Cairo are reliable, the population of these four provinces is as high as 10 million, of which 40% are drow elves and 40% are cat-people indigenous to the Pharaoh period. These cat-people are very interesting, and their appearance is related to the moon image at the time of conception and birth.

If it is a new moon, then a girl with animal ears will be born. In the new moon phase when the moon is almost invisible, the feline characteristics of the cat-person will rapidly degenerate, and the individual born will be no different from a human, except that they will have cat ears and a tail.

If it is a waning moon, then the cat Fury will be born. This creature looks like a hybrid of a cat and a human, with a humanoid body with striped hair and an extremely cute cat face. It has a light body and agile movements, and its furry paws make no sound when they land on the ground.