The First Magic World War

Chapter 419: 391, another Sacred Order ally has been acquired.

Cyrus lowered his head, feeling nothing but humiliation!

Unable to defeat the enemy on the battlefield, he needed to rely on the only Sacred Order of South Ceraph to defect to the enemy and secure a chance to live for himself. If it had been just him, Cyrus would have rather died, but his life was now bound to Jonathan’s will and the future of Lady Southseraph. He couldn’t die; his life belonged to the South Ceraph Reclamation Army and was no longer his own.

Vigo stared at Charles, equally tense. His heart was extremely complicated.

Vigo had never imagined that Charles, a seemingly insignificant figure not long ago, now had the loyalty of two Sacred Order members. Upon arriving at Asa Fortress, they had heard of Charles’s reputation. To the Restoration Army of South Ceraph, Charles had become a big shot.

As the Holy Knight, the only Holy Knight of the South Serif, in the name of reclaiming their homeland, he had been running around tirelessly, even willingly serving under Jonathan and Cyrus without a word of complaint. Yet, Vigo had had enough of this life. He, too, wanted to be like the other Holy Knights, respected everywhere, commanding immense power, leading a comfortable and leisurely life…

So, Vigo decided to gamble once more. If he lost, he would die with Lady Southseraph’s last hope. If he won, he would save Cyrus and protect the last spark of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army.

After a long silence, Charles asked a question, “How many people are left in the South Ceraph Reclamation Army?”

Cyrus had not expected Charles to ask this. He replied in a low voice, “Less than a thousand!”

Charles spoke indifferently, “Now, South Ceraph has less than a hundred thousand people.”

“If you continue to fight, there might be no one left in South Ceraph.”

Cyrus interrupted Charles, saying, “No one can make the people of South Ceraph submit.”

“For the freedom of South Ceraph, we will fight to the last drop of blood, the last man!”

Charles closed his mouth. He also showed a look of respect and said, “I can let Cyrus leave, but it’s not enough for just Vigo to defect. I need Vigo’s family and disciples as well. I’ve heard he has a wife and a son, send them to me.”

After struggling for a while, Cyrus said in a low voice, “Fine!”

Charles said to Black Dragon, “Let him go!”

Smiling faintly, as expected, Black Dragon released Cyrus. Golden Goat Herolf also snorted coldly, retracting his Marine System Fighting Spirit, pressured to the ground by the Old Goat’s Fighting Spirit. The bedraggled Flame Holy Knight managed to stand up and silently positioned himself behind Charles; he was indeed planning to defect.

Cyrus got up without a word, turned, and left, quickly disappearing down the street.

The battle started and ended quickly. The young men who were teasing Anne moments ago were now collectively “freed.” They couldn’t control their excretory systems, shivering with fear.

Charles paid no attention to them. These people were definitely not good. They might even be gang members, possibly even dabbling in human trafficking, and might have blood on their hands. But unless it was his jurisdiction, there was simply no way to manage it; all nations on the Old Continent were these way.

In his governance of Lucavaro District, he could make sure gangs were erased, human trafficking ceased, and relatively mild merchant powers replaced the barbaric gangs, but elsewhere, there was little he could do.

Charles took Anne and boarded the carriage.

The battle had been fierce, but to their surprise, the second-hand carriage was miraculously unscathed. They had just started driving away when a loud thunderclap rang out, and a heavy downpour began without warning.

The three Sacred Order members had already quietly left, and after a moment of silence on the street, normalcy slowly returned. People were already notifying the corpse collection team to drag away the bodies of the young men killed, so as not to affect the business of nearby shops.

Cyrus ran through the streets, allowing the rain to pour over his head, not seeking shelter. He wanted to shout, even fight someone fiercely, to vent his deep frustration.

He couldn’t understand why Jonathan, so smart and wise with an extraordinary vision, couldn’t restore Nansela. Why, despite his own tireless efforts, was he still being caught up by Charles?

Cyrus loathed himself deeply for his weakness, for being powerless. He could only watch as Vigo betrayed him and joined the enemy for his sake. What was the point of surviving?

For the first time in his life, he felt utterly alone. Not only had Jonathan died, but Vigo had left as well.

It was also the first time he began to doubt whether Nansela could ever be restored.

Cyrus had no answers!

The Fighting Spirit within him grew more intense. The Flesh Furnace Secret Technique he had painstakingly cultivated since childhood started operating on its own, emitting fierce roars like a wild beast.

Within Cyrus’s body, a cluster of Blood Energy kept contracting until it finally coalesced into a “Blood Core.”

The moment the Blood Core formed, Cyrus’s sprinting legs gradually left the ground. With every step covering dozens of meters, he soon left Asa Fortress behind.

Charles was unaware of what was happening to Cyrus.

He was rather pleased to have gained the allegiance of another Sacred Order.

After sending Anne back to the Brittany Ducal Mansion, Charles took three Sacred Order subordinates back to the Cold Spring Palace.

Before Charles could rest, he was summoned by Princess Akso. He took three subordinates and arrived at the Rose Garden where Princess Akso resided and also met Arsen Lupin and the Augusladin High Priest!

Arsen Lupin indeed had a discerning eye. As soon as he saw Vigo, he couldn’t help exclaiming, “Isn’t that the Saint Vigo?”

Vigo’s face flushed red as he said quietly, “I have just pledged my allegiance to the Head of the McAllen family.”

It wasn’t only Arsen Lupin who was shocked; Princess Akso and the Augusladin High Priest were both immensely surprised. The High Priest, believing he was closer to Charles, asked, “How did you manage to gain Vigo’s allegiance?”

The High Priest not only knew the Flame Holy Knight but had also had a brief clash with him!

Well, the Augusladin High Priest and Vigo were evenly matched, both at the bottom of the Sacred Order, the Nineteenth Rank.

Vigo’s face turned even redder.

Charles, however, gave him face, laughing as he said, “Vigo agrees with my vision and believes that only I can save the Lady Southseraph.”

Vigo could only grit his teeth and say, “After reading Charles’s biography, I truly believe that only the Head of the McAllen family can bring peace to Nansela and happiness to its people.”

“As a person of South Serif, I should not be concerned with personal reputation. I am willing to sacrifice everything for Nansela.”

The Augusladin High Priest couldn’t help saying, “Sacrifice for Nansela? Even to the point of joining Charles?”

“Yes, you made the most important choice of your life.”

“I also think Mister Charles Mecklen is a very promising man.”

This comment from the Augusladin High Priest was heartfelt. He could not think of anyone in the last fifty years, other than Zimmerman, who could rival Charles in promise.

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