The First Magic World War

Philedrica saw Charles's expression and roughly guessed his thoughts, speaking in a low voice, "There must be Transcendents among the enemy ranks, the castle is insufficient as a reliance."

Charles thought to himself, "Transcendents can decide the victor, but they can't determine the outcome of the war!"

The nature of warfare on the Old Continent was unlike anything Charles knew of from any era on Earth, due to the existence of Transcendents.

Although Charles could not even be considered an armchair general, he understood that the essence of war is interest. High-Level Transcendents might decide the victor, but without enough soldiers, it is impossible to grasp the fruits of victory. Without sufficient war dividends, a country would become weaker with each battle.

Transcendents cannot decide everything.

The ancient Orc Kingdom and the Sherlock Dynasty had their moments of glory, with countless High Order Transcendents, but still they declined because, by the end of these nations, the domestic situation was already dire, yet the upper-class nobles did not perceive this as a problem at all.

Charles Meklen had read history books during his university years, and had felt nothing then; but upon arriving in the Old Continent, he could clearly see that every country here actually harbored great perils, with the whole society in a state of decay.

He took a deep breath and declared, "Have all of the Westwind Knights go up on the castle's walls, and conscript young men from within Silver Pigeon Fort. Say that Lady Southseraph intends to slaughter the entire Fort, killing every family as revenge for the destruction of yesteryears, and let everyone fight for their loved ones, their families, and for Silver Pigeon Fort."

Taoles said, "That's meaningless."

Charles took a deep breath and countered, "I am the commander! Everyone will listen to my orders."

Taoles did not argue, and hurriedly left to relay the orders to the barracks.

Philedrica actually wanted to say, "I'm leaving now."

She had initially escaped from Strasbourg by using Charles, as internal problems arose within the Leopard People's Orc Assassin Alliance, and she needed to lay low for a while. However, at that moment, the leopard girl instead said, "I'll help as well."

Charles nodded, and instructed the butler Dart, "Gather the young men from within the Fort. I will take them to fight for Silver Pigeon Fort."

Baron Phile's Pigeon Fort, with its hundreds of servants, was a considerable force. Allowing them to rest at ease within the Fort was disrespectful to the soldiers who were fighting bravely.

The butler Dart did not dare argue and went to gather the servants of the castle.

Half an hour later, Charles stood atop the walls of Silver Pigeon Fort. The battlements were swarming with people, including soldiers from the Westwind Knights and individuals from all walks of life. They were frightened by Charles's depictions of "slaughter," and the old "tradition" of enmity between Behemoth Duchy and South Seraph Territory made this propaganda seem exceptionally real; no one wanted their families to be massacred. Thus, many were eager to respond.

Charles also hastily formed another unit, reorganizing the residents of Silver Pigeon Fort into an "auxiliary force" to assist the various combat squads.

Outside the walls of Silver Pigeon Fort, an army of more than ten thousand was assembling in formation. Amazingly, they had not set up camp but intended to attack the city directly.

Due to its intersecting rivers and picturesque scenery, the terrain around Silver Pigeon Fort was not very high. Limited by the Baron's finances, the walls of the Fort were only a little over three meters, and its defensive strength was indeed not very robust. Charles looked out as far as he could see but couldn't make out much. He couldn't even bring the entire enemy force into his line of sight.

A small squad emerged from the formation of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army, stopping a few dozen meters away from the walls of Silver Pigeon Fort. A middle-aged man in leather armor shouted loudly, "I am Jonathan from the South Ceraph Restoration Army! Many of you should have heard my name."

"I command you to surrender and leave the city immediately!"

"If there is any resistance, my sword will wash this city in blood."

There was an uproar atop the walls; many residents of Silver Pigeon Fort were thoroughly convinced that the Southseraph intended to massacre the city. People began to shout, "Get lost! Despicable South Serif people, you do not deserve to have a country."

"Everyone from South Serif is a mongrel."

"The Imperial Assembly will annihilate you South Serif people."

"You won't even be able to hold onto the capital of South Serif."

The Behemoth Duchy's hatred for South Serif had spanned generations; both sides had always looked down upon each other. This now ignited the fury of the Silver Pigeon Fort's inhabitants, who immediately burst into harsh curses.

Charles had never actually heard of Jonathan. He guessed that the other party might be the leader of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army. Estimating the distance, Charles pulled the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle out from the collar of his shirt, took aim at Jonathan, and pulled the trigger.

The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet shot forth like a fire dragon, a red streak trailing through the air, heading straight for this commander of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army.

In an instant, knights around Jonathan erupted in a dark red glow, forming a magic shield. The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet struck the shield, merely causing the dark red screen to tremble slightly and explode into a brilliant firework, but failing to penetrate the magic shield.

Charles didn't fire a second shot. Shocked, he exclaimed, "The Ultimate Barrier!"

The Radiant Magic Array, known by its brilliance, was touted as the continent's number one defensive magic circle and held the reverence of being called the Hymn of the Gods.

The Blood Clan also had a defensive magic circle named: Prime Blood Limit.

Alongside the Radiant Magic Array, the Prime Blood Limit was known to the world as: The Ultimate Barrier.

In terms of defense capabilities alone, it probably wasn't far off from the Radiant Magic Array.

The Prime Blood Limit originated from the Arthur Clan, being one of the highly profound Secret Techniques of the Bloodline Mantra.

To Charles's surprise, there was a Transcendent Blood Clan member among Jonathan's ranks. Over ten High-Level Transcendent members of the Blood Clan had activated the Prime Blood Limit and successfully blocked the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet.

Jonathan's face remained impassive, seemingly indifferent to the surprise attack. He spoke in a deep voice, "The people of Silver Pigeon Fort are prepared for sacrifice, ready to embrace death."

"Begin the siege!"

With a wave of his hand, Jonathan's troops slowly advanced, their cries shaking the firmament, causing the faces of Silver Pigeon Fort's people to change.

Charles shouted with vigor, "Victory shall always belong to the people of Silver Pigeon Fort."

"Behind us lie our homes, our loved ones, our everything. We cannot allow any South Serif person to set foot inside Silver Pigeon Fort."
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After shouting the slogan, he turned to Jonathan and bellowed, "I am the Westwind Knights' Commander, the commander of Silver Pigeon Fort. Mr. Jonathan, let us duel on the battlefield."

Although Charles had proposed a duel, he had already planned to fire another Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet as soon as Jonathan left the protection of his knights.

Jonathan looked at him deeply but did nothing, ignoring Charles's challenge completely.

Just as Charles was about to take the opportunity to mock the timidity of this commander of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army and boost morale, a warm sensation brushed across his chest and a thought entered his mind: Charles Meklen, in the capacity of acting commander of Silver Pigeon Fort, was resisting the South Ceraph Reclamation Army, meeting the requirements for setting the third Labyrinth. Silver Pigeon Fort was about to undergo maze-ification; please repel eighteen attacks from the South Ceraph Reclamation Army during this period, and don't leave or surrender.