The First Magic World War

"I can't hold off those dozen or so knights capable of invoking the Prime Blood Limit, but without their protection, Jonathan certainly can't resist me either," he said.

Charles fully activated his Quickness Technique and Spirit Spider Technique, and, after gaining a boost from six Bloody Vortices, his speed was as swift as lightning.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why Dobin, Taoles, and Philedrica all thought they should fight outside the city. The mode of warfare in this supernatural world was indeed unlike any era on Earth.

Charles charged into Lady Southseraph's restoration army, with his Blood Rose making light, varied, and rapid strikes like crimson lightning, while his Blood Flame Qi-controlled Vampiric Hand Axe harvested the lives of the People of Fars from a distance like a bloodsucking bat.

In just an instant, more than a dozen lives had vanished under Charles's hand.

With his Insight activated, he didn't linger in battle but specifically targeted the weak points of Lady Southseraph's army.

All the members of the Westwind Knights on the city walls, as well as the militia of Silver Pigeon Fort, stared in shock as Charles, like a lively carp, broke through the waves in an army of thousands, heading straight for the opposing commander.

Philedrica couldn't help but take a deep breath and shout, "Defense! Defense! We need to buy Charles time."

The Leopard People girl no longer mentioned fleeing.

Taoles replaced his Magic Card, his gaze filled with determination.

Yellow Bear chuckled and suddenly seemed at ease. Although the outcome of the battle was still uncertain, he was filled with confidence.

Dobin said nothing, but he arranged the Westwind Knights into the most appropriate formation and took his place on the front line.

To everyone's surprise, two bursts of Fighting Spirit erupted from the militia of Silver Pigeon Fort. Two Supernaturals who had originally planned to conceal their strength and protect only themselves couldn't help but reveal their true powers.

Jonathan hadn't noticed at first, but when he saw someone cutting through the army and passing by his Guardian Knights, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he knew he should continue ordering his troops to attack the city. However, a few seconds later, he shouted aloud, "Come back, retreat!"

He also ordered the soldiers beside him to shout loudly, calling the Guardian Knights back.

The dozen or so Guardian Knights had almost reached the walls of Silver Pigeon Fort, but upon hearing the shouts from behind, they hesitated, gave up continuing to attack the fort, and turned back to save Jonathan.

Combat power can be stacked, but speed can't be accumulated by sheer numbers.

Charles, with his Quickness Technique and Spirit Spider Technique, was much faster than the group of knights and had also gained a head start. By the time they returned to the middle of the battlefield, they saw Charles had already broken through the army's formation and was a few hundred steps in front of Jonathan.

Charles switched to the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle and fired, only to see a pitch-black Knight's Spear thrust out, carrying an arcane and complex force. With one thrust, it created a strange vortex that precisely deflected the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet with a subtle force.

The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet hit the ground and exploded, creating a huge crater.

Jonathan shouted, "I am always guarded by the strongest protectors. You can't kill me. Once my Guardian Knights come back, you're as good as dead. Make your last words now."

Charles fired several shots, all deflected by a mysterious knight's tactic to deflect the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet.

He had never seen such a formidable person before!

Well, except for the Evil God, that doesn't count.

Truth be told, he hadn't seen many formidable people at all.

Of all the formidable people Charlotte had seen in his life, Sister Menilman was the most impressive, but this knight seemed to be no less capable than Menilman.

At this moment, Charlotte's blood surged with fervor, heedless of everything else; he just wanted to kill Jonathan, end this war, and save the lives of many more innocent people.

Without pause, he charged to within a few dozen paces of Jonathan.

With a low shout, Jonathan commanded, "Go! Kill that Farsian."

The knight donned his face mask and became like a raging wind, meeting Charlotte head-on.

Charlotte tucked the Antispace Sniper Rifle inside his collar and drew out the Blood Rose again. Unfolding the swordsmanship of the Asiluo Clan, he clashed with the knight in a single exchange and was shaken by the other's robust Fighting Spirit; Bloody Glory tumbled incessantly, reverberating violently.

Charlotte let out a loud cry, completely disregarded the turmoil within his Bloody Glory, and wielded the Asiluo Clan's Swordsmanship to its fullest in the blink of an eye, hoping to break free from the knight's entanglement to either shoot Jonathan or land a hit with the Vampiric Hand Axe.

However, the mysterious knight's gunmanship was both marvelously unpredictable and ferociously unparalleled, keeping him tightly entwined to the point where Charlotte had no opportunity to be distracted and could only focus entirely on wielding his sword.

Facing off against the Knight's Spear with a shorter weapon, Charlotte was already at a disadvantage, and as a Lower-Ranked Supernatural, it only took seven or eight moves for him to be utterly overpowered. The knight's Black Spear struck like lightning, backing Charlotte into a corner where he had no room to maneuver.

Charlotte even heard the mysterious knight's cold voice stating, "Die, Farsian."

In this moment of desperation, it was as if a sunrise suddenly blossomed in Charlotte's hand—a dawn that inevitably follows the deepest darkness. With a clever lift of the Blood Rose, he hooked it onto the Black Knight's Lance, allowing the thrust to carry him out of the attack range.

This exquisitely unimpeded move was from the Angel's Twelve Canticles, the third canticle: Eternal Dawn.

Under the crushing pressure of a dire situation, Charlotte's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, snatching a glimmer of hope for himself.

Dawn always brings hope.

Eternal Dawn brings boundless hope.

This move in Asiluo Clan's Swordsmanship brought about more ingenious changes in Charlotte's swordplay. However, after just over a dozen moves, he was once again firmly suppressed.

Jonathan's ten Guardian Knights had by now returned, just a few hundred paces away from joining the battle.

Jonathan himself had broken out in a cold sweat earlier, never expecting Charlotte to be able to wield such an exquisite Swordsmanship in the face of certain death, fearing that he would break past the only blockade and reach him.

Upon seeing Charlotte once again subdued and his Guardian Knights returning, he finally relaxed and declared, "Farsian! Your stubbornness has kindled my rage."

"I've decided that after I take Silver Pigeon Fort, not a single person will be spared, all will be slaughtered."

"I want the Behemoths to receive the retribution they deserve."

"And I want the Behemoths in other regions to understand that resistance is futile, it only brings upon them annihilation. Only swift surrender can earn Lady Southseraph's mercy."

Charlotte launched several strikes, but could not shake off the mysterious knight's pursuit. He was aware that once those knights capable of invoking the Prime Blood Limit returned, he would be left with no place to die, let alone wonder if he could pass through to the other side again, a question not even Lady Black Moon might be able to answer.

Originally he had been somewhat desperate and was preparing the documents for surrender, but upon hearing Jonathan's threats, a surge of anger suddenly filled him, bringing an unprecedented clarity to his mind along with immense courage. Experience more tales on empire