The First Magic World War

Charles decapitated his opponent, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "Lantern, why the hell did I bother comparing swordsmanship with him? Wouldn't it have been better to just use Flame Hand and pull out the Silver Rhinoceros to kill him?" Only now did he realize that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat; the fight just now had been incredibly tense.

After a victorious trial, the Westwind Knights were beginning to faintly resemble a regular army.

When Charles stood there, without any orders, the entire Knighthood fell silent, quietly waiting for the Knight Commander to speak.

It was a while before Charles took a deep breath and shouted, "We are the Westwind Knights, and we have won!"

Cheers immediately erupted on the battlefield, each wave louder than the last!

Once the cheering had subsided a little, Charles said, "Under my leadership, the Knighthood will keep winning and return home safely."

"Now, let's start cleaning up the battlefield. All the wealth we gather will be divided equally."

The cheers that followed this announcement from Charles were even louder; while some had cheered half-heartedly before, now the cheers were sincere and came from deep within.

After all, money was dearer to them than Charles.

Dobin couldn't help but approach and said, "We've completely annihilated that Knighthood of Byron's; we should take advantage of this momentum to crush the remaining forces of Lady Southseraph as well."

"They number only two thousand, and both their morale and training are extremely poor."

Charles had no desire to fight. War meant death, and this was not some righteous war to protect one's country. In the struggles of a few major empires, every person who died was innocent.

He said, "Pick five hundred men and scout ahead. I will follow with the main force shortly. Remember, remember, you must wait for me to bring the main forces before engaging."

Dobin, without any suspicion, cheerily called for a dozen combat squads and left.

Charles directed his men to clear the battlefield and rounded up the defeated troops of Behemoth Duchy, having no intention to battle Lady Southseraph. He only planned to delay for an hour or two, and by then, those people from Southseraph would likely flee. The end result would be joy for everyone, except he himself would be blamed for "missing a military opportunity," causing Dobin some dissatisfaction.

But what could he do, being the Knight Commander?

Dobin likely wouldn't say anything anyway.

And so, the matter was peacefully resolved.

How wonderful everything was!

Charles rounded up the defeated troops of Behemoth Duchy, which amounted to over five thousand men.

Baron Phil was a great noble of Behemoth Duchy, second in status only to Archduke Ferdinand.

Well, the Duke Ferdinand Couple was now gone.

Thus, Baron Phil's status was second only to Grand Duke Joseph.

That is, Franz Joseph, the new Duke of Behemoth and Archduke Ferdinand's nephew.

Charles learned from the defeated that poor Baron Phil had been killed by that rough knight in front of the two armies more than an hour ago. Just as he had killed that knight in front of both armies, Baron Phil's Knighthood of Aegeus had collapsed, just like the battle he had fought moments ago.

Charles had almost exactly replicated the scene from not long before, when the allied forces of Byron and South Serif defeated Baron Phil's Knighthood of Aegeus.

If it were a proper military strategist, even a keyboard one, they'd find these defeated troops to be a huge headache.

But Charles, a second-rate bludgeon, didn't think at all. He actually had no authority to deal with these defeated soldiers, nor a good way to handle so many people, but he grandiosely waved his hand and scattered these more than five thousand defeated men, expanding his own Westwind Knights.

Right after this command was given, several knights from the defeated knighthood stood out. A middle-aged man, clad in full armor with a pair of neat little moustaches on his face, yelled in desperation, "Knight Commander Charles, you have no authority over us!"

"We are not your people of Fars."

"I demand to be treated as equal in rank, I demand you return the command of the knighthood to me, I demand you immediately deploy troops to retrieve the baron's body..."

This fellow in one breath made more than ten demands.

Charles pulled out an Anti-Space Sniper Rifle from his collar and said, "Who the hell are you?"

As the other party was about to identify himself, Mister Charles Mecklen had already mercilessly pulled the trigger, blowing the brave man into two pieces with a single shot.

After killing the man, Charles then realized that he had acted impulsively, and he thought to himself, "Have I been reading too much online fiction? Why do I kill people at the drop of a hat?"

In fact, after the war, Charles's emotions had always been somewhat "unstable," and he himself had not noticed this abnormality. But after firing that shot, he sobered up...

However, the way the people around him looked at him had also changed.

Charles knew that at times like this, he had to tough it out and not reflect. He took a deep breath and shouted, "The Westwind Knights can only have one voice..."

The Yellow Bear, who had been tasked with rounding up the defeated troops and had always regretted not being able to fight, heard these words and thought, "This I'm familiar with!"

He immediately bellowed out with his rough voice, "It's Knight Commander Charles Mecklen's voice!"

Those gang members who had attended that meeting all remembered the scene of Charles slapping down the Silver Rhinoceros and threatening Scarface, as well as the eventual annihilation of the Black Scorpion Gang by the Patrolling Army. At first, their voices were scattered, but soon they merged into a roar, the entire battlefield echoing the shout, "It's Knight Commander Charles Mecklen's voice!"

Before long, prisoners who were not gang members, as well as the old Patrolling Army and adventurers, also began to chant along.

This scene stunned the defeated troops of the knighthood into silence; no one dared to stand out again.

The knighthood had just been defeated, and morale was in disarray. Baron Fars had been slain in battle, and the man who had spoken was Baron Fars' deputy. He had merely expressed a different opinion and was killed like slaughtering a chicken, his death gruesome beyond words.

The power of a Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet was too great; even High-Level Transcendents couldn't withstand it. An ordinary person hit by one would surely be left without a whole corpse, with most of their body blown to bits.

This thing wasn't meant for the battlefield at all; it was meant for duels between High-Level Transcendents. Each Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet was worth one and a half Aegeus—how could they possibly be used in a war where ammunition was spent like water?

It was simply because Charles didn't know their price; he had gotten twenty Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets from Lord Leo, six from Anne, and a whole box from Mama Karen without spending a penny. Had he known how expensive they were, he might not have hesitated to shoot that rough knight, but he probably wouldn't have fired the remaining shots. Find more chapters on empire

Using a Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet worth one and a half Aegeus to kill a few "worthless" ordinary people was simply sinful!

Charles thought, "Yellow Bear, you've really made quite a path for yourself!"

"This guy really does have something special."

With a faint smile, Charles looked more terrifying than a demon in the eyes of the defeated troops of the knighthood.

After all, this Knight Commander had just commanded his forces to annihilate Byron's cavalry, the very force that had just routed them.