The First Magic World War

Chapter 393: 365, Take Over the Beastman Camp

Having just endured a grand battle, everyone was too exhausted to move. They sat on the ground without concern for their appearances, circulating their own secret techniques in an attempt to recover their strength as fast as possible. On the other hand, Tumishen, who had been severely injured and had not taken part in the latter half of the fight, still retained some combat strength and stood guard over the group.

A slight tremor went through Charles’s right arm; he knew precisely what was happening. He walked brazenly over to the corpse of Amis Fidath and a chain emerged from his arm, burrowing into the body of the lion king. Nearly everyone knew that Charles practiced Bloody Glory, and no one minded him coming over to claim the “spoils of war;” the dead lion was of no further use, anyhow.

The face on the back of Amis Fidath suddenly showed a look of terror and struggled fiercely, but it only had a single face and had yet to take control of Amis Fidath’s body. Regardless of its struggles, it was in vain. It kept showing a pained expression and silently wailed in agony, unable to make a sound as it had yet to acquire a throat.

More than half an hour passed, and Charles began to feel something was strange. He thought to himself, “This lion is quite tough to chew! Why hasn’t the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros made any progress even after such a long time?”

He pressed down slightly with his hand, and a piece of the chain from the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros drilled into Charles’s right arm, followed by a rush of willpower into his mind. This willpower was very peculiar, constantly posing bizarre and unthinkable questions. Charles had answered a few at first, but he soon realized that these questions had no answers. Some were mere wordplay, some were beyond his knowledge, and others touched upon philosophy…

Charles had no idea what was happening. He felt dizzy and inexplicably sensed a great crisis looming. He immediately sent back several math problems, starting with simple arithmetic and then progressing to high school math—geometry and algebra—and finally, university-level math…

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Charles was a mathematics teacher by trade, adept at setting exam papers. With each paper he sent over, the will seemed to quiet down. He got carried away, continuously creating exam papers with no regard for whether it would overwhelm the students—the difficulty escalated as high as it could go, with many problems he couldn’t answer himself.

By the time Charles had created over a hundred exam papers, he could sense the consciousness collapsing. Following this consciousness, he entered a strange space where an odd creature, composed of countless human faces, raged furiously.

A thought naturally emerged in Charles: If he were stumped by the questions posed by the odd creature of many faces, he would be utterly annihilated, but if he could stump it in return, he could gain immense benefits. Once this thought surfaced, he refused to hold back any longer, transforming into a relentless question-making machine. He dropped one math problem after another, each unsolved problem destroying a face. Eventually, Charles even unleashed his “ultimate move,” piling on various famous mathematical conjectures. The multitude of faces making up the strange creature couldn’t mount an effective resistance, and one by one, the faces collapsed, the core consciousness shattered in an instant.

The moment the consciousness was destroyed, the body of Amis Fidath instantly decayed, and a sense of kinship was born between the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros and Charles.

Charles was drenched in cold sweat, only now realizing the magnitude of the danger he had just faced. He inwardly exclaimed, “It wasn’t Amis Fidath or the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros; it was the Eye of Destiny that just tried to invade my soul!”

“This thing is wickedly strange!”

“Lucky for me it doesn’t understand math, and lucky I was a math teacher in my past life.”

Charles retracted the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, feeling a survivor’s relief. He could now tell that this Sacred Transcendent Weapon had changed; originally possessing a somewhat independent spirit, it was now thoroughly “formatted” by the dual impact of the Eye of Destiny and mathematics, left with complete dependence on Charles and not a trace of resistance.

Red Hawk had recovered a little strength and, seeing that Charles was alone from beginning to end, couldn’t help but ask, “Mister Mecklen, where is my brother?”

Charles took out the mirror and summoned Red Hawk’s brother, saying, “He was in the Beastman camp, and I was afraid I couldn’t protect him, so I hid him inside the Infinite Mirror Realm. You can take him away now; this young man is quite remarkable.”

Red Hawk breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her brother and said to Charles, “It is thanks to Mister Mecklen that I can see my brother again. Should Mister Mecklen ever need anything, as long as it is within my power, I will certainly not shirk.”

Charles gave a slight smile and responded, “It was my duty to help, Lady Red Hawk. There’s no need for concern.”

At the same time, he felt a twinge of regret, for Red Hawk’s promise of gratitude also meant she wouldn’t pledge her loyalty to him. Charles did quite wish he could have another Sacred Order warrior under his command, even though he already had three followers of the Sacred Order.

But who would ever complain about having too many top-tier warriors?

As expected, Red Hawk soon bid her farewell, taking her brother and gracefully departing,

Antonio’s knights, nearly recovered, also said their goodbyes to Charles. He was set to bring Anne back to Strasbourg, and Mama Karen, of course, would go with him. Tumishen and Sabastine, knowing that Charles could handle an orc camp without any Sacred Order warriors and with Menilman in urgent need of manpower, also proposed their departure. Charles, although reluctant to let go of two Sacred Order warriors, could only bid them farewell. When Sabastine left, Charles even gave all his warships to the female pirate. He had no desire to cross the Red Dragon Strait to subdue orcs in the southern continent, so retaining these ships served little purpose. It was best to let them go where they would be most effective.

Nine Sacred Order warriors had departed, but Charles remained confident in dealing with the orc camp.

After all, he still had Golden Ram Herolf, Black Dragon, and Qiudelo, three Beastman warriors of the Sacred Order.

Well, the Old Goat wasn’t actually a beastman.

Charles was patient, waiting three days without making a move, allowing his three major Sacred Order warriors to regain their strength before trying to take over the orc camp.

That’s right, take over, not conquer.

The orc camp’s hundreds of thousands of orcs, from different tribes, were never unified but rather a loose alliance. They had obeyed Amis Fidath’s commands because other Sacred Order warriors had abandoned them one after another, and this Lion King’s strength was overwhelmingly fierce, not because of any “Pharis” status.

With Amis Fidath slain, Black Dragon and Qiudelo were the most authoritative orcs in the camp.

Although many orcs had seen them, along with many others, surround and attack Amis Fidath, the return of Black Dragon and Qiudelo without Amis Fidath meant that most orcs harbored no intention of resistance. To them, obeying Amis Fidath or obeying Black Dragon, or even Qiudelo, made no essential difference.

Charles had not anticipated that he would take over the orc camp so effortlessly. The first thing he decided to do was to occupy all the cities on the northern shore of the Red Dragon Strait.

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