The First Magic World War

Chapter 418: 390, Cyrus! Don’t forget Jonathan, you shouldn’t die here.

Charles took a deep breath, aware of the vast gap in both board strength and true strength between himself and Cyrus.

He was able to hold his own primarily because of the tenfold amplification of the Quickness Technique by the Red-Blue Rattlesnake.

Well, no one said the power that comes with equipment can’t be used to kill.

Charles didn’t plan on giving up his advantage, so he released the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros.

Charles had originally hoped the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros would serve as a flying device, and it could indeed carry a person in flight, but its Fifth Order Transcendent energy was insufficient to support long-distance travel.

However, as a “weapon,” the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros was quite useful. The thumb-sized pellet shot out like lightning.

Cyrus had fought hundreds of battles with Charles in the Dreamscape, and in this world, no one was more familiar with Charles’s fighting style than he was. Knowing how crafty Charles could be, Cyrus always stayed on guard, ready for any unimaginable tactic.

Cyrus didn’t know what the “thing” Blood Spirit Rhinoceros was. He shook his Knight’s Spear, trying to deflect the small pellet, but under Charles’s control, the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros suddenly turned in mid-air. Assuming it was a technique similar to Blood Flame Qi, he still pushed down his spear, aiming to collide with the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros.

In Cyrus’s incredulous eyes, the small pellet emitted a piercing shriek and struck his Knight’s Spear, breaking this Extraordinary Weapon that had accompanied Cyrus in numerous battles and killed countless enemies!

With a slight smile, Charles said, “Cyrus, today is the day you die.”

Crossing his arms, Cyrus activated the Ebulrahan Clan’s Secret Technique, Flesh Furnace, but even his Eighteenth Rank Supernatural Power couldn’t withstand the penetration of the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros. It blasted a hole through his left arm, and the Sacred Transcendent Weapon continued its trajectory unabated toward Cyrus’s throat. Fortunately, his finely honed Martial Techniques came into play at the crucial moment, allowing him to twist his body slightly and have the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros pierce only his shoulder blade.

In just a moment, Cyrus was nearly incapacitated. He was utterly shocked and could not understand why Charles had such a formidable weapon.

Charles knew he couldn’t use the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros for long, as the Sacred Transcendent Weapon consumed an enormous amount of energy. He had to fight quickly and decisively and was about to strike again to kill Cyrus.

Suddenly, a blaze shot down from the sky, blocking the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros.

Charles looked up and called out, “Vigo! How are you not dead yet?”

Nineteenth Order Flame Knight: Saint Vigo! The only Sacred Order of Lady Southseraph.

He had been lurking on the side, originally thinking Cyrus’s strength was more than enough to kill Charles. However, from the start of the battle, it was entirely one-sided. The pellet fired by Charles was bizarrely powerful, forcing him to intervene and save the day.

Charles greeted him, but showed no further interest in fighting. He made the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros swarm wildly around Vigo, continuously attacking, but as a Nineteenth Order Flame Holy Knight, Vigo’s Protective Battle Qi was far superior to that of Cyrus’s.

Dozens of strikes from the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros failed to break through Vigo’s Protective Battle Qi.

Cyrus barely escaped with his life and immediately exerted all his strength, lunging toward Anne. He and Charles were not friends capable of understanding each other; their hatred was irreconcilable. Since he couldn’t kill Charles himself, he aimed to kill the woman Charles loved most.

Cyrus’s plan was solid, but as he reached Anne, a debonair middle-aged man with the demeanor of a seasoned aristocrat appeared as if from nowhere, blocking between Anne and Cyrus. He smiled slightly and said, “If you harm the Duchess of Brittany, the head of the McAllen family would have my head.”

“My apologies!”

Without seeing the debonair, sophisticated middle-aged man make a move, Cyrus felt as if he had crashed into an impregnable wall, and a tremendous force sent him flying.

While still mid-air, he regained his balance and exclaimed in shock, “Sacred Order!?”

Golden Ram Herolf appeared on top of the second-hand carriage as well and said indifferently, “Vigo of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army? After all these years, you’ve hardly made any progress.”

Vigo’s heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed, “Herolf? What are you doing here?”

Old Goat, with a face full of annoyance, what was he doing here?

Would you let Old Goat give a detailed account of how he went from being a major pirate in the Sea of Giant Whales, the owner of Saint Michael Island, the master of an ancient magic warship Queen Bee, the captain of a magical alchemy warship, to the leader of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, only to become a damned steward?

You might as well kill Golden Ram Herolf!

What a humiliation this is!

Vigo truly did not know why Golden Ram Herolf had sided with Charles. The position in the South Ceraph Reclamation Army was very low; he and Cyrus, on the Felanden Battlefield, could only get part of the battlefield reports. He didn’t realize that his next poke would hit Old Goat’s sore spot!

Not to mention, Old Goat had quite a few sore spots.

A casual remark could easily provoke him.

“What are you doing here?” Such a normal question, right!

But Golden Ram Herolf couldn’t stand it; he shouted loudly and surged into the air, his Marine System Fighting Spirit swirling, engulfing the only Sacred Order of South Ceraph.

Seeing both Sacred Order guardians take action, Charles retreated next to Anne; although he felt fairly safe in Asa Fortress, he still brought Black Dragon and Old Goat with him every time he went out, just in case. He didn’t expect to really encounter trouble.

Cyrus had just landed when an additional hand appeared on him, his Blood Energy was immediately suppressed, captured alive by Black Dragon in one move.

Vigo indeed lasted for over a dozen strikes, each attack engulfed in flames, overwhelming, but Old Goat was three ranks higher, and the entire fight was almost a complete suppression. Just as Vigo launched a furious assault and had to catch his breath, Old Goat pressed down with both hands, and Vigo was crushed as if by ten thousand tons of seawater, slammed down from the sky.

Charles casually drew out a Rattlesnake and said, “Cyrus, although I admire your character, today you can only die.”

Charles actually liked this opponent, but the two just couldn’t reconcile.

Cyrus, staring at Charles said calmly, “Give me a quick end.”

Just as Charles was about to pull the trigger, he heard Flame Paladin Vigo shout, “Spare Cyrus, I’m willing to serve you!”

“A Sacred Order’s loyalty in exchange for Cyrus’s life, you always get the better deal!”

“Cyrus! Don’t forget Jonathan, you shouldn’t die here.”

Charles really didn’t expect this twist in the story; he asked, “What if I killed Cyrus?”

Flame Paladin Vigo replied, “I will die too! Without Cyrus, Lady Southseraph would also lose all hope, my life would be worth nothing.”

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