The First Magic World War

Chapter 425: 394. Emperor Julius Axler Rebels (7000 words, asking for monthly tickets)_4

Both sides felt there was no issue with this “brief” oath.

Charles once again heard the laughter of the young man beside his ear; his mood must have been very joyful, and there was even a silver snake tail that emerged from the river of fate, patting Charles on the shoulder.

Charles hadn’t thought too much about it, as suddenly having the loyalty of three powerful members of the Sacred Order, albeit only “temporarily,” still greatly boosted his spirits.

The last time Charles fought such a wealthy battle was the previous one, but the members of the Sacred Order who participated in that battle were not all his subordinates; there were Antonio from the Brittany Family, Mama Karen, five members of the Sacred Order, and two subordinates from Senior Sister Menilman.

Now these seven members of the Sacred Order were all his subordinates, though three were “temporary.”

Charles waved his hand and declared, “We attack the city now!”

Kresto immediately said, “We wish to be the vanguard!”

Charles readily agreed, having seven members of the Sacred Order and confident in his fearlessness of any enemy. Moreover, he had amassed too many troops along the way, and the supply of resources was difficult, so a prolonged battle was out of the question, necessitating a need for swift action.

As Charles was deploying his troops, he saw over a dozen rays of light appear above Strasbourg, which startled him.

Amidst the lights, a golden-haired Midaphis appeared like a deity, looking at Charles with disdain and bellowing, “Charles Mecklen, son of a merchant, do you dare defy the new emperor?”

“After I kill you, I will exterminate the entire Meklen Family, not sparing a single one.”

This sentence from Midaphis caused dozens of “Mecklens” who were on their learning path to suddenly feel a chill at the back of their necks.

Indeed, having the surname Mecklen was much more dangerous than having the surname Robin or Axler.

Charles pointed with his hand and asked, “Who among you can deal with him?”

The Old Goat was the first to shake his head; he truly was no match for Midaphis.

If the Old Goat couldn’t do it, neither could the Black Dragon nor Qiudelo. Just as Charles was about to call for a group attack, Kresto stepped forward and shouted, “It’s not too late for you, Midaphis, to see the error of your ways and turn back now!”

Midaphis sneered coldly, revealing his teeth, and said, “After I’ve killed the entire Brittany Family, do you think I could still stand beside you?”

At a loss for words, Kresto watched as two top-tier members of the Sacred Order, both 23rd Order Radiant Holy Knights, clashed together in a burst of light, brightening the sky as if it were day.

The sky was already dimming, but the battle between the two Sacred Order Radiant Knights was as fast and as dazzling as a sky full of bursting fireworks, spectacular to the extreme, resembling a celebration.

Almost every spectator was aware of the danger of this duel!

Charles, knowing it was Midaphis who had killed the queen and Lady Countess Brittany, couldn’t help but take out the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros and handed it to the Black Dragon, saying, “Use this thing to hit that guy!”

The Black Dragon grasped the projectile, slightly surprised in his heart, and thought to himself, “The head of the McAllen Family actually has such a Sacred Order weapon?”

Qiudelo’s eyes turned red; he remembered once possessing a weapon of the Sacred Order.

“Damn it! If I had the Dragon Slaying Stick in my hand, why would I fear a mere Midaphis?”

“I wonder if I will ever have the chance to touch the Dragon Slaying Stick again in my lifetime?”

Decades ago in the Fars Empire, there were the Three Elites and the Five Mighty. The Three Elites were Earl Brittany, Count Garanord, and Princess Akso; the Five Mighty were Duke Robin, Duke Mosleyd, Duchess Mesu, Kresto, and Midaphis.

Out of these, Midaphis was the youngest, and Kresto was only a few years older than Midaphis.

Now, the two youngest of the Five Mighty had surpassed the other three in strength and were on par with Count Garanord and Princess Akso.

The Black Dragon activated Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit and shouted. The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros flew out like lightning, its power much greater than when wielded by Charles.

Engaged in fierce battle with Kresto, Midaphis suddenly sensed danger. With a shake of his Knight’s Spear, he knocked the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros away.

The Black Dragon quietly manipulated the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, allowing this Sacred Transcendent Weapon to fly erratically through the air, indeed causing a disruptive effect.

However, Midaphis was no stubborn fool. With a clear shout, he summoned the name of a Sacred Order member, who stepped in to intercept the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros. After all, it wasn’t the weapon of the Black Dragon, and he couldn’t manipulate it as smoothly as Charles, its true master. Moreover, this artifact was unlike any other weapon known in this world, and even the Old Lizardman didn’t know how to play with it, resulting in it being countered by the Sacred Order member.

Both sides continually threw in more of their Sacred Order, and the battle grew increasingly intense!

Initially, Charles was a bit worried, for the number of Sacred Order members Midaphis brought outnumbered his own, but he soon reassured himself. Except for Flame Paladin Vigo, who was slightly weaker, his Sacred Order members were generally stronger by a margin, which gave them a slight advantage.

More than twenty beams of light roamed across the sky. This battle was the largest scale of Sacred Order combat Charles had ever witnessed in his life, comparable to the Battle of Ferlanden. Every Sacred Order member was showcasing their strength, and this battle might be even bloodier than warfare between two nations.

In war between nations, surrender might still be accepted, but in a battle for the throne, there would be no such mercy.

After observing the battle in the sky for a while, Charles silently urged his army to begin the assault on Strasbourg!

Strasbourg, rightly considered one of the colossal cities of the Old Continent, had extremely strong defenses. The private knighthoods of Prince Redmiel and Duke Mosley were also quite formidable. After hours of fierce combat, neither side could gain the upper hand.

Charles, wielding Collapsing Mountain, personally joined the fray and consecutively slaughtered seven Transcendents, but still could not stabilize the situation. Seeing the heavy losses that continued to mount, he had no choice but to issue the order to retreat.

However, Charles lacked experience in commanding hundreds of thousands of troops. Although he was aware of his shortcomings and usually divided the Westwind Knights into teams of fifty, which did not need orders to fight autonomously, such a system fell short in these circumstances.

As Charles ordered a retreat, he saw many of his forces still engaged in combat and had to personally lead a squad of elites for a rescue. After several hours of repeated charges, he finally managed to withdraw over ninety percent of his troops.

No sooner had Charles commanded his army to withdraw a dozen kilometers and started to reorganize his forces, looking utterly harried, than a subordinate reported Earl Brittany had arrived with his knighthood.

Charles was overjoyed; but when he greeted Earl Brittany and brought him to the still chaotic camp, he was alarmed. The Old Earl looked haggard, his aura withered, his soul seemed not to be present, no longer exhibiting any of the serenity or the presence of the Empire’s mightiest warrior.

Earl Brittany was utterly disheartened!

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