The First Magic World War

Charles was very worried about Jonathan's decision to send out those ten plus knights, as Prime Blood Limit's defense was too strong.

You must know, even alchemical explosives couldn't break the Radiant Magic Array, and though the Prime Blood Limit was a bit inferior to the Radiant Magic Array, it couldn't be pierced by the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet either.

But during the South Ceraph Reclamation Army's second siege, Charles still didn't see those ten plus Transcendent Blood Clan members appear on the battlefield.

He completely couldn't understand what Jonathan was thinking by letting these restorers go to their deaths. Could those not be his "brethren"? As long as he moved out of the range of the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle, he no longer needed their protection. Even if there could be dangers on the battlefield, as a commander, couldn't he make a little sacrifice?

Ordinary people sacrifice, and the commander can't take a little risk?

Charles had always felt that he had some understanding of the nobility of the Old Continent, but now he realized he still hadn't understood deeply enough.

Even in the second wave of the siege, not even the few retreatants among the Transcendents showed up again.

Charles led the Westwind Knights and the militiamen of Silver Pigeon Fort in a hard battle, losing over two hundred more men, but they repelled Lady Southseraph again, and another seven to eight hundred soldiers of the Restoration Army lay beneath the walls of the Silver Pigeon Fort.

After two defensive battles, the sky was gradually darkening, and yet the South Ceraph Reclamation Army still hadn't set up camp. Charles had a feeling, could Jonathan have gone mad? Continuing to fight like this, treating his soldiers like they weren't human, could these ordinary soldiers withstand a third round?

Although Charles wasn't very experienced militarily, he also felt it wasn't possible to continue fighting like this. He divided the Westwind Knights into two, letting half of the troops rest, and divided the militiamen of Silver Pigeon Fort into three, only keeping a third to continue defending the city, letting another group rest temporarily, and another group to go back to the city to transport supplies and continue recruiting people to defend the city.

While Charles swiftly arranged his soldiers to rest, he also brought up a batch of food from the city, distributing it to everyone, all the while watching the movements of the South Ceraph Restoration fighters.

As the night deepened, Charles had just had torches prepared when he saw the South Ceraph Reclamation Army on the move again. Along with a massive army surging through the fields, he was shocked to see, Jonathan's ten plus knights were also moving with the army, along with a few Transcendents who had been pulled back in the first wave of attacks.

This time, the South Ceraph Reclamation Army truly committed all its strength, holding nothing back.

At that moment, Charles instantly forgot the criticisms he had of Jonathan a moment ago...

It turns out this old fellow was more crafty than he imagined.

Taoles, Philedrica, Yellow Bear, and Dobin all wore serious expressions; they all understood the gravity of the situation.

Taoles said in a low voice, "We can't hold them back..."

She actually wanted to persuade Charles to withdraw from Silver Pigeon Fort.

Philedrica was somewhat more naive, thinking, "Whether Silver Pigeon Fort falls has nothing to do with an assassin from the Orc Assassin Alliance; I will not risk my life for Silver Pigeon Fort."

"I'm sorry! I'm withdrawing from the fight."

Dobin glanced several times toward the mare with magical speed on his leg, and said in a low voice to Charles, "Captain, put on the magical speed mare!"

Yellow Bear wore no expression. He was a Demon Hunter, tough skin and strong flesh were advantages of a Demon Hunter, but running was not a Demon Hunter's specialty; he had little hope left, pitying only that he had joined Charles hoping to secure a future for his children and wife. Now, there was no future, and he was going to be gone too.

The few of them all knew that Charles's most relied upon Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets couldn't penetrate the Prime Blood Limit, much less withstand Jonathan's ten plus knights, not to mention several other Transcendents acting together.

This time, they couldn't resist the siege.

The ordinary members of the Westwind Knights and the militia of Silver Pigeon Fort still didn't quite grasp the situation, forcibly rallying their spirits to repel the third wave of the siege. Many of them didn't understand that this wave of attacks couldn't be repelled.

Charles didn't say a word, a wildly insane thought spinning relentlessly in his mind.

He watched as Jonathan and the dozen knights by his side had already charged to the center of the battlefield. He clenched his fists, then slowly opened his hands again. He felt his body, wanting to pull out a cigarette, but then he remembered—this was Fars, not Earth. There were no such things as cigarettes here.

In such a critical moment, an absurd thought crossed Charles' mind, "Should I start selling cigarettes in Fars? It would be a tremendously profitable business, big enough to support military expenses even in an Eastern superpower."

"Forget it! Now's not the time to think about this."

"What was I thinking just now?"

"That idea was too crazy."

"Damn it, I'm a civil officer, I really shouldn't be on the battlefield. Why would such a crazy idea even cross my mind?"

"I have the Quickness Technique, and the Spirit Spider Technique might just work..."

"Ptui, just fantasies, shouldn't I be thinking that with the Quickness Technique and the Spirit Spider Technique, escaping wouldn't be a problem at all?"

"Those knights who can use the Prime Blood Limit once united, are invincible on this battlefield."

"Even with three Extraordinary Firearms and Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets, they couldn't touch them..."

"But..."

"Why do I keep having such crazy ideas?"

Seeing that Charles did not respond, Dobin reached out and patted his shoulder. Charles, acting on reflex, grabbed and pinned his good subordinate to the ground. Realizing it was Dobin, he quickly apologized, "I reacted instinctively, didn't realize it was you."

Dobin, with an embarrassed face, stood up and repeated his earlier suggestion, "Do you want to wear the Divine Steed Armor?"

Charles shook his head and said, "I don't need it!" Continue reading at empire

He glanced at the Westwind Knights preparing for battle and the Silver Pigeon Fort militia, ready to risk their lives to protect their homeland. Suddenly, he felt a surge of passion and said, "Taoles, Philedrica, Yellow Bear, Dobin, you guys hold Silver Pigeon Fort for me."

All of them were briefly stunned, no one realizing what Charles was planning to do.

Taoles replied irritably, "What are you going to do? Don't think I don't know—you want to steal Baron Philedrica's wealth!"

Philedrica also shook her head and said, "I'm running for my life too. Thanks for the shelter all this way, but I'm not going to fight to the death for Silver Pigeon Fort."

However, Yellow Bear spoke somberly, "Captain, could you look after my family? If possible, let my oldest son join the Patrolling Army. I don't want him to be in a gang like me. Also, tell him I can't be there for his fifteenth birthday."

Dobin wanted to say something but ended up saying nothing, instead just thumping his chest and saying, "Leave it to me."

Then they watched as Charles drew out Blood Rose and leaped down from the ramparts of Silver Pigeon Fort.