The First Magic World War

Kratos exchanged blows with Georgiadi Hadrian, and although the shock left his hands numb, he steadied himself in battle, let out a long howl, and reengaged in the counterattack.

Kratos, known as the Mount of Light and one of only two among the five strongest who, through their own effort, had caught up to the Three Heroes of the Empire of those days—if it weren't for the Old Earl of Brittany being so exceptionally brilliant...

Hmm, above Brittany, there was an even more brilliant Zimmerman.

And then there was Antonio, a rising star who came along later.

And he was particularly outstanding at that!

Not just Kratos, but even someone as wildly natured as Midaphis Axer was overshadowed, bereft of any brilliance.

In any other age, whether Kratos or Midaphis, they would have been individuals who shone brightly for a time.

But they were born in the wrong era.

Kratos felt an unending surge of strength within him, the overwhelming energy provided by the Holy Light Divine State Title, and he thought of nothing else now, only desiring to defeat his opponent, to defeat this formidable enemy, to defeat the man who could rival the Old Earl of Brittany, and who, even recently, had eclipsed the fame of Zimmerman.

After defeating Viscount Constantine, Georgiadi Hadrian's momentum had built up to its peak, and he was confident he could defeat any adversary, even one who had brought a Legendary Warship onto land.

Aside from them, the most attention-grabbing figure on the battlefield was the Black Dragon, who had already killed three Sacred-level fighters. At that moment, he was engaged by two of the same rank but the old lizard man showed no fear, intentionally driving the fight in different directions, continuously amassing an advantage and gradually shifting the tide of battle.

Charles's Sacred-level fighters, each time they were defeated, would retreat into the divine radiance of the miraculous structures, marked by Charles to freely enter and exit the protective shield, while Georgiadi Hadrian and his Sacred-level followers had long since lost such marks.

The clash between the two sides continued until nightfall!

Georgiadi Hadrian showed no signs of wanting to cease the battle, swearing he would not back down an inch until these enemies were killed.

Facing this city, which he could call his hometown, the Black Phoenix Count of Royal blood let out a phoenix-like howl and shouted, "Charles Meklen! You've destroyed Black Phoenix City, seized my homeland, killed my Emperor, and today I must take your life."

"Even though your mere life is far from enough to compensate for all this."

From the start of the battle, Georgiadi Hadrian's gaze never left Charles, for today he had to kill Charles at all costs!

No one could stop him!

Not even the gods.

Charles clenched his fists. If he, too, were of Sacred level, even at the Nineteenth Rank, he would have flown up into the sky to fight Georgiadi Hadrian to the death, but he was not of Sacred level, and he couldn't even leave the ground.

Charles roared in a low voice, "One day, I will make you regret that you killed so many of my men!"

But Georgiadi Hadrian didn't answer him, for he had thrown himself back into battle.

Vigo suddenly cried out in alarm and fell from the sky.

Charles couldn't help but run over, extending his arms to help this flame Holy Knight.

Vigo had been seriously injured, yet there was still a sliver of chance for life, and Charles gently laid him on the ground, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll have you saved."

With a face full of shame, Vigo whispered, "I won't die, my injuries aren't severe."

Charles waved his hand, directing the medics to take Vigo away. At that moment, at least ten figures were missing from the sky—his men as well as Georgiadi Hadrian's. The losses on both sides had even surpassed those of a major battle.

On the battlefield, although it is the Sacred level characters who determine the outcome of the battle, they rarely die fighting.

In most cases, when a Sacred level character faces certain defeat, they choose to retreat. After all, with the ability to fly, their mobility is too high. Even if their strength is slightly superior, it's not easy to kill their opponent. Moreover, most Sacred level characters either know each other or are somewhat related. Even those from different countries can find some connection. Not many people are willing to deliver a killing blow in a battle among Sacred level characters.

If it wasn't a battle for survival or the destruction of a nation, such a tragic scene would never occur.

Dozens of rays of brilliance crisscrossed the sky, which to the ordinary people of Black Phoenix City was more beautiful than festive fireworks. After all, fireworks are but a moment, while the shining light from the Fighting Spirit of a Sacred level character is nearly eternal.

The battle quickly continued late into the night!

Even with Charles's capabilities, he could barely make out the fight in the sky, but he refused to relax in the slightest. Every enemy Sacred level character that fell from the sky would be moved by his order onto the Holy Light Divine State Title.

This Legendary Warship hungered for the blood and Life Force of these Sacred level characters.

Every body that was brought onto this Legendary Warship disappeared without a trace.

Beneath this Legendary Warship, the Divine Creature Omibella suddenly opened her eyes, and they grew brighter and brighter, emanating endless stirring radiance. She murmured softly, "Pandragon! Pandragon! Pandragon..."

After a while, she spoke softly again, "Charles Mecklen! Charles Mecklen! Charles Mecklen..."

And then, after another moment, she whispered, "Amon, Amon, Amon..."

When Omibella chanted the names of Pandragon and Charles Mecklen, no one responded, but when She called out for Amon, a youth made of shining light softly said, "My mother! Did you call me?"

"Pandragon is my father, Charles Mecklen is my husband, Amon is my son!"

"I remember! I remember everything."

"Amon! Go help your father."

The youth made of light gently smiled, "Yes, Mother."

"But my power is not enough!"

Omibella murmured softly, "I will lend you mine, I lend to you..."

The radiance that formed the youth suddenly flared dramatically!

A sudden warmth enveloped Charles's arms. He took out his diary and suddenly remembered that he still had a backup plan. From Tumishen, he had traded for two volumes of "Agmillar's Labyrinth" and over ten ancient paintings depicting the true visage of this overseas Labyrinth Evil God.

Although countless cities had been maze-ified, "Agmillar's Labyrinth" was still unused, and the ancient paintings hadn't been tapped into either.

In a low voice, Charles murmured to himself, "Is this a reminder to use them?"

He took out an ancient painting and gently tore it to pieces.

Tumishen had once said these items were not very useful, but Charles knew that in his own hands, they were different.

As expected, the torn ancient painting created countless labyrinthine corridors, and even the aura of the Evil God seeped through.

Charles could no longer concern himself with these things. He was in the midst of battle, and as long as it could enhance his strength, what did the future matter?

He did not notice that on the last page of the "Holy Light Divine State Title Voyage Log," there was a line written: Father, I can help you.