The First Magic World War

Chapter 389: 364, Lion Slaughter Festival (10,000-word chapter update, more coming later, thanks for today’s monthly tickets)_3

Charles’s swordsmanship, a true legacy of the Asiluo Clan, had been honed through countless battles to become sharp and decisive, with no superfluous variations. Although there were a few masters among the Beastmen here, their disabilities greatly reduced their combat effectiveness, leaving them unable to withstand Charles.

Empowered by the Quickness Technique x10, Charles circled the camp, slaughtering every Beastman he encountered, only then noticing a small camp with a hut made of branches, containing seven or eight corpses, which intrigued him slightly.

Beastmen are not picky eaters; even their fallen comrades become food in times of scarcity. Why then were these seven or eight bodies left untouched? This was contrary to the customs of the Beastmen.

Charles stepped out of the hut and glanced at the bodies on the ground. Although these Beastmen had long been dead, each body was tall, robust, and emitted an aura that was either majestic, sinister, profound, or brutal. He realized in an instant that these were not ordinary Beastman corpses, but the bodies of the Sacred Order who had fallen during the siege of Strasbourg.

The exceptionally strong Beastmen among them had cultivated the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, turning their bodies into hardened vessels through rigorous training. Even in death, their bodies would not decay.

Why had Amis Fidath left these bodies of the Sacred Order?

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Charles wondered whether he should move them.

Even though he didn’t know what use the corpses of the Beastman Sacred Order might have.

Suddenly, the Bloody Vortex in his right hand vibrated subtly, and a blood-red bracelet emerged—it was the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros!

Julius Axler had granted Charles a Baron’s Blood Core and had allowed him to use the Star Workshop to forge an Extraordinary Weapon, with all materials and costs covered by the Royal Family.

Charles had been cunning, replacing the Baron’s Blood Core with the Holy Blood Core gifted by Princess May, convincing the Star Workshop to forge a Sacred Weapon for him. However, given his low rank, he had never been able to use this Sacred Object—the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros.

Charles didn’t know what the Sacred Extraordinary Object was for.

The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, like a wriggling little snake, burrowed into a Sacred Order corpse. Not long after, the undying Beastman Sacred Order corpse transformed into a pile of rotten black clumps.

The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros emerged again and burrowed into another Beastman Sacred Order corpse. After a while, the second Beastman Sacred Order corpse also turned into rotten black clumps, like the richest humus in the forest.

With a surprised expression, Charles watched the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros make its way through all the Beastman Sacred Order corpses before finally returning to his right arm as a streak of blood light.

He could distinctly feel a change in the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.

This Sacred Extraordinary Weapon had originally been acquired by Count Galanord after slaying a member of the Blood Clan of the Sacred Order. However, since the Count was overwhelmingly strong, he destroyed the opponent’s weapon while killing him. Initially entrusted to Star for repairs; however, unable to restore it, the Count sold it to the workshop.

Star Workshop, based on this Sacred Extraordinary Weapon, used Duolian Clan’s Holy Blood Core to forge the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros anew.

Charles had always been despised by the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros; no matter how much Blood Energy he infused, he couldn’t activate this Sacred Extraordinary Object at all. He never imagined it possessed such spirituality and could “feed” on its own.

Of course, he didn’t feel sorry for the Beastman Sacred Order corpses; he didn’t know what else they could be used for, but there was no harm in feeding them to the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros. After all, this Sacred Extraordinary Item was his property. Even if he couldn’t activate it now, he would surely be able to use it someday, as long as he also advanced to the Sacred Order.

Indeed, Charles tried again, still unable to stir the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros even as a Fourteenth Order High-Level Transcendent.

Charles made a round of the camp but didn’t find anything valuable.

Nor did he find any treasures on the several Beastman Sacred Order corpses.

Clearly, people greatly respected their own Sacred Order, having cleared them out thoroughly, leaving nothing behind for Charles.

Charles left the small camp and dashed wildly around the Beastman camp again, when suddenly a person fell from the sky. Worrying it was one of his own, he hurried over and indeed it was Tumishen who had fallen, the Old Leopard Man in a very sorry state, with several ribs shattered and surrounded by the Beastman army, coughing up blood while preparing to fight.@@novelbin@@

Charles had no choice but to rush forward, knocking away a dozen Beastman warriors and grabbing the Old Leopard Man. Using the same trick, he hid the Old Leopard Man inside his mirror, changed his outfit, and transformed into a Werewolf.

Charles had many Werewolf disguises. Werewolves were also a major tribe among the Beastmen, notorious for their rapid reproduction. After transforming into a Werewolf, the approaching Beastman warriors could no longer trace him.

Charles found a secluded place, took out his mirror, and saw Red Hawk’s brother trying hard to help Tumishen stop the bleeding. The Old Leopard Man truly deserved his Sacred Order title. In such a short time, he had managed to piece his bones back together, though he was clearly in severe pain, gasping heavily.

Charles, through the mirror, asked, “How’s the battle going up there? How did you get knocked down?”

Trying to catch his breath, Tumishen chuckled and replied, “I created an opportunity for Antonio. He managed a heavy strike on Amis Fidath. That old lion won’t last much longer.”

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