The First Magic World War

Chapter 392: 364, Lion Slaughter Festival (10,000-word chapter update, more coming later, thanks for today’s monthly tickets)_6

“Although it’s called the Eye of Destiny, I’m one hundred percent sure it has nothing to do with the Serpent of Destiny.”

Charles couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was so certain, but from his mere two encounters with this True God, he could sense that the True God’s temperament was definitely not on the same path as the Eye of Destiny.

“Could it be that besides the Serpent of Destiny, there are other deities in control of fate?”

“Or perhaps, the Serpent of Destiny became one of the Nine Great True Gods only after slaying an Evil God who controlled fate?”

As a transmigrator, Charles’s train of thought was wildly divergent and, having little respect for the divine, he quickly came up with all sorts of messy ideas.

Amisphidas suddenly let out a dreadful scream; he had been struck by Anthony once again, his leg snapped off, and he fell from the sky.

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Charles’s eyes sparkled, and he said, “Tumishen! Let’s go pick up that lion leg!”

Although Tumishen felt this was not a good thing to do, he obediently flew down, relying on his peerless movement technique, and grabbed hold of the lion leg.

Eager to try and form a Blood Core, Charles had not used his Vampire Ability to boost his strength for a long time, but the flesh and blood of a Sacred Order were definitely worth a bite. Just as he was about to take over the lion leg, the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros popped out of his right arm, wrapped around the limb of Amisphidas, and in an instant, drained all the essence and vitality, leaving behind only tasteless dregs, which it discarded.

The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, having devoured a Sacred Order lion leg, was quite satisfied. It retracted into Charles’s right arm and settled back into the Bloody Vortex, as lazy and complacent as before.

Charles was momentarily stunned, feeling empty-handed, and eyed Amisphidas, visibly trapped in a dire situation, thinking to himself, “There should still be a chance!”

Sure enough, not long after, Mama Karen mobilized the Dreamscape with all her might, creating another opportunity for Anthony. Seizing it, Anthony struck out with his staff, illusions abounding, and hit right below Amisphidas’s ribs, breaking who knows how many bones. Even Charles, watching from a distance, heard the dull sound of impact.

Amisphidas’s body flew several kilometers before tracing an arc down towards the ground.

Charles urged, “Hurry up!”

Tumishen, speeding up his movement technique, had just arrived when he saw the ground explode with dirt again, clearly indicating that a battle had erupted anew.

Amisphidas, probably unwilling to waste more Fighting Spirit, rose into the air like a mad demon, charging left and right on the ground. Aside from Anthony, none of the other Sacred Order dared approach lightly, fearing the Beastman Sacred Order’s dying counterattack would take them down too.

As the battle wore on, victory was in sight, and no one wanted to take unnecessary risks; everyone was playing it safe!

Charles, lying on the Old Leopard Man’s back, couldn’t help but say, “This lion is really fierce!”

Tumishen sighed, “If he were not so ferocious, how would he be called the King of Ten Thousand Lions?”

“He is probably the one most likely to unite the Beastman tribes.”

“Only, who could have expected that he would agree to join the humans’ great war and was then tricked by Byron’s band of Vampires, squandering the future of the Beastman.”

“How many Sacred Orders, how many hopes for the future, how many seeds of strength amongst the Beastman were lost outside the walls of Strasbourg City!”

Tumishen sighed heavily, his mood very low.

Among the Beastman, there were many brutal and vicious ones, but there were also many who lamented humanity’s sorrows and wanted to lead the Beastman out of hardship.

They even adopted the doctrine of not eating humans, tried to learn human culture, and sent the brightest youths of their tribes to study in Fars or other Empires. But all their efforts were ruined by the Beastman’s participation in the war.

Regardless of whether the Fars and Inglima Allied Army or Byron and Black Phoenix emerged victorious, there would be no mercy for the Beastman.

With so many Sacred Order lost, the Beastman had no power left to retaliate against future human reprisals.

Charles guessed Tumishen’s thoughts and comforted the Old Leopard Man, “It’s not that without Amisphidas the Beastman have no future. There’s still me! I will help the Beastman out of this predicament and integrate them with humanity, indistinguishable from each other.”

Tumishen’s expression was somber, believing in Charles but also knowing that such a feat was unprecedented and its outcome unknown.

Both heard a muffled boom and saw Anthony abandon his Dragon Slaying Stick and trade a punch with Amisphidas. The eldest son of the Brittany Family spurted blood from his mouth and staggered back dozens of steps, while Amisphidas did not budge an inch, standing firm.

The rest of the Sacred Order did not continue their assault. They circled around as Amisphidas roared in a low voice, suddenly had blood streaming from all seven orifices, then his legs broke into seven or eight pieces, and his upper body toppled, falling as though he was kneeling.

Struggling mightily to stand, Amisphidas’s body continued to bleed profusely, dyeing the ground red. A few grasps of his hands later, he lay dead.

Tumishen also landed, and Charles jumped down from his back, walked over, and stared at the mighty body, grotesquely twisted and with barely any bone left intact.

Despite being so severely wounded, the lion still refused to give up the fight, its willpower to battle on incredibly strong.

Even as an enemy, Charles couldn’t help but remark, “This lion is really fierce!”

Anthony took a breath and said, “Had it not been for the war, I would have definitely challenged him to a one-on-one fight!”

The eldest son of the Brittany Family tucked the Dragon Slaying Stick behind his ear and said, “We’re going back to Strasbourg now. Anne will also return with me. There should be nothing more to worry about at Red Dragon Strait, and I’ll try my best to arrange things so you can go back soon.”

After a fierce battle and the killing of Amisphidas, the King of Ten Thousand Lions, everyone was emotionally stirred, yet no one noticed the face on Amisphidas’s back, which suddenly opened its eyes…

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