The First Magic World War

Chapter 315: 305, Sacred Order! No wonder Chloe told me to run away quickly (asking for monthly tickets, update coming soon).

Charles pointed at Chloe, boldly exclaiming, “A defeated foe, come to die again.”

Chloe, abandoning all extraneous thoughts, retorted loudly, “Not sure who you’re talking about, the one who scurried away with their tail between their legs after being beaten numerous times.”

By Charles’ side stood a clerk quick with words, incessantly prompting him with “lines.” After all, Chloe had always been on the front line, and he had just returned. If he didn’t check the “battle report,” he could easily slip up.

As both were gathering their energy and hurling insults at each other, a sound akin to a phoenix’s cry echoed crisply through the air from Chloe’s camp. A young man in military attire slowly ascended. He glanced disdainfully at Charles, and although they were far apart, it struck Charles like a bolt, freezing him completely!

“Sacred Order!”

“No wonder Chloe told me to flee at once.”

“If it weren’t for my loyal servant, the former leader of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, Herolf being there, I would surely have died this time.”

“Hmm, maybe I could run away alone, but my Westwind Knights would definitely be doomed.”

“It’s just that I don’t know if this old guy will be up to the task!”

“He didn’t perform very well on Saint Michael Island, frequently making foolish mistakes!”

Perhaps recalling the “old times,” Chloe hoped that Charles would meet a clear end and loudly said, “This is Andreas, a major of the Black Phoenix Dynasty, and the youngest Sacred Order in Black Phoenix Dynasty!”

“Dying at his hands is truly an honor.”

Charles had never heard of this Sacred Order from the Black Phoenix Dynasty, and he didn’t really care about the claims regarding his youth.

Although Major Andreas looked young, his actual age probably wasn’t much different from that of Princess May or his senior Menilman, and he might even be a few years older.

Charles had seen plenty of these so-called youngest Sacred Orders.

Indeed, he had seen one, the youngest Sacred Order of the Old Continent: Zimmerman Axel Robin.

Andreas had no intention of speaking. He merely reached out, and a Knight’s Spear flew out from the camp. He grasped the spear, took a deep breath, and emitted a sound as melodious as a phoenix’s cry.

Only then did Charles realize that the sound was not an intentional scream, but a natural vibration of Fighting Spirit produced by his unique training method when it was in operation.

“Built-in background music, quite an impressive technique.”

Just as this thought crossed Charles’ mind, Andreas threw the Knight’s Spear in his hand.

The spear, flashing like lightning with bursts of phoenix-like cries, locked onto Charles’ soul with a terrifying intent, giving him a sense of inevitability.

If nothing unexpected happened, Charles was bound to die by this spear.

Chloe could hardly bear to watch and thought quietly, “I will collect your body!”

“Just hoping that Andreas’ strike leaves his body not too shattered.”

Charles stood motionless, but his loyal servant Herolf slowly took out “Whale Killer,” twirled it through the air, and at the moment Andreas’ Knight’s Spear was about to pierce Charles, shattered it into countless fragments.

Charles knew that the Whale Killer wielded by Herolf had much stronger killing power than in his own hands.

He too had weapons suited for him, so he returned this high-level Transcendent Knight’s Spear to the Golden Goat.

This Old Goat easily deflected Andreas’ strike without showing any emotion. In fact, ever since becoming Charles’ loyal servant, he had become reticent and had never spoken again.

Reality was too cruel, and the blow to the Golden Ram Herolf was too great.

If he had gone to any city on earth, to the Sixth Hospital for a psychiatric evaluation, he would have ended up receiving a diagnosis of severe depression, severe anxiety, and accompanying autism.

As for the authenticity of that diagnosis, that remains undiscussed.

The symptoms were definitely those.

The Old Goat’s intervention shocked all the soldiers from both armies.

When Andreas appeared, the Westwind Knights were in utter despair, countless people looked toward Charles, hoping their commander could turn the tables, just like before.

They hadn’t expected that Charles really could change the situation. The Old Goat’s intervention instantly boosted the morale of the entire Westwind Knights, and smiles appeared on everyone’s faces.

Sacred Order? So what?

We in the Westwind Knights have it as well.@@novelbin@@

Nobody pondered how they had acquired their own Sacred Order member.

Andreas, seeing his perfect strike easily neutralized by a plain old man by Charles’s side, displayed a look of surprise, and for the first time spoke on the battlefield. His voice was extremely pleasing, like the most beautiful bird in the woods chirping, “Who are you? No Sacred Order just pops up on the continent for no reason; I’ve never heard of you among the Sacred Order of the Fars Empire, don’t hide and show only your tail.”

The Old Goat remained indifferent as though he hadn’t heard Andreas’s words.

Charles quickly tried to smooth things over, shouting, “That’s just how he is, he hardly talks to me too.”

“Yet, you tried to kill me the moment we met!”

“I won’t be polite with you.”

Charles slapped the shoulder of the Golden Ram Herolf and said, “Go all out, bring this bastard down.”

“To think of killing me upon meeting, scoundrel, absurd!”

Golden Ram Herolf moved his face slightly, really wanting to say, “Is there anyone more absurd, more of a bastard, and more ridiculous than you in this world?”

The Old Goat felt a pain deep within his heart and dared not think further. If he did, he feared he might start crying.

Once the might Pirate King of the Sea of Giant Whales, possessing St. Michael Island, Ancient Magic Warships like the Queen Bee, plus a Magical Alchemy Warship, dozens of warships, numerous subordinates…

And now, he had fallen to being commanded like a servant!

The Old Goat rose slowly into the air, with the Whale Killer at the ready, transforming all his sorrow into a fierce charge.

The surging Marine System Fighting Spirit in his body, after this charge, continued to gather momentum, and on his way, he emanated a fighting spirit as vast and strong as the ocean’s waves.

Andreas had not expected this ordinary-looking old man to launch such a powerful and explosive attack, his strength was formidable, even among those of the Sacred Order, it was extremely high.

He even dared not confront him directly, after all, they followed different paths.

The Golden Ram Herolf, with Marine System Fighting Spirit and dual-trained in magic, each strike possessed the power to churn the seas.

Andreas, who favored agility and speed, was not strong in direct confrontations, so he dared not let the Old Goat build his momentum to its peak, or else the old guy could really kill him with one spear.

Andreas suddenly took off into the air, aiming to decide the battle in the sky!

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