The First Magic World War

Chapter 534: 500, let Omibella have a baby at the Isemeren Palace (Chapter 500, need to cast monthly votes to celebrate) Chapter 534: 500, let Omibella have a baby at the Isemeren Palace (Chapter 500, need to cast monthly votes to celebrate) Charles did not want the Isemeren Palace to be restored.

He commanded his Ghost Fleet to block the ghost ships operated by the Isemeren Palace everywhere.

This time, the ghost ship operated by the Isemeren Palace showed a cooperative stance.

Even when Charles chased a certain ship, in order to save Charles’ time, there were incidents of Ghost Crew members jumping into the sea voluntarily.

Despite this, Charles was still unable to prevent the Isemeren Palace from devouring the ghost ships.

He could only block some of them, and a few hours later, only Charles’ Ghost Fleet remained on the ocean.

The ghost fleet belonging to the Isemeren Palace had been completely devoured by it.

The fully restored Isemeren Palace was surrounded by countless Resentful Spirits which gathered together, vaguely forming a giant spirit.

This giant spirit held a Trident, his upper body naked, while his lower half was smoky and elusive.

Charles’ Ghost Fleet had grown to over nine hundred.

He issued an order for this fleet to retreat.

The upcoming battle clearly no longer required their presence.

He boarded a ghost ship and returned to the Holy Light Divine State Title.

As soon as Charles set foot on the Holy Light Divine State Title, he heard a clear, cold voice that suppressed all thoughts: “Charles Meklen!”

The same five people, women with eight to nine points resembling Omibella in figure and looks, smiled at the little boy they were holding and said, “Your father is a hero!

He is fighting hard for our whole family.

You should be proud of him and be as brave as he is in the future.”

The boy’s eyes were as clear as water, filled with innocence, but he secretly made a face at Charles.

Hmm, not the innocent kind of face that a child shows, but a real “face,” his whole face suddenly covered with eyes.

Even Charles, with all his courage, almost had his legs weakened.

This was the first time he had seen Amon’s true face!

And he never saw it again.

Still the same ordinary boy, a bit cuter.

The stunningly beautiful, half-human, half-serpent Posuji lay low, completely motionless, as if injured.

Charles did not dare to go over to comfort her!

Comfort what?

To say, “You’ve worked too hard, let me get you some fries”?

Tall and wearing a flower crown like a classical Elf Queen, Dapocirodo looked even more pained.

She was weaving a new flower crown.

Charles watched the constantly wriggling branches and the flowers that opened and closed like little mouths, one thousand percent sure he definitely did not want to wear it on his head.

His head wasn’t that tasty.

The slightly plump, juicy King of the Giant Whales was still sneaking food!

And what she was eating were still members of the Ghost Crew!

Hmm, this scene is very much like the Evil God.

The palace, transformed from the Holy Light Divine State Title, released multicolored light and was still entangled with the Isemeren Palace enveloped in black air.

Both palaces floated in the endless void, surrounded by darkness, but with each collision, even the darkness trembled, much more intense than the last time.

“There weren’t any ghost ships sailing through the void this time.

Charlotte thought the battle no longer needed him.

Just then, he heard Omibella clenching her fist and saying, “Perfect timing, Ysamiel has awakened.

Our entire family needs you to challenge Ysamiel personally!”

Charlotte glanced at the gigantic spirit hovering above the Ysamiel Palace, which resembled a towering mountain, and couldn’t help thinking, “How the hell am I supposed to fight this thing?”

“I’m not even as thick as one of his leg hairs!”

Charlotte hadn’t figured out whether he should seek Amon’s help again, to find a way to escape.

The strange gap he had escaped through last time had disappeared, obviously fixed by Omibella.

Suddenly, five strange powers surged into his body.

In an instant, Charles Meklen felt every inch of his body being filled with…

…the power of the Evil God.

Five different types of malicious divine power miraculously did not conflict with one another.

Continuously pouring into him, they forced his body to slowly swell.

As Charlotte watched his body grow vastly larger in horror, he expanded only a few hundred picometers at his peak.

Compared to the mountain-like body of Ysamiel, he was still like an ant to an elephant, but it was still astonishing.

In the hands of Charlotte, the Flame Knight Lance—an incarnation of the Flame Evil God Anululu—also grew to thousands of picometers, as thick as the massive pillars of a palace.

He didn’t have time to think further, as he hurriedly channeled all the Evil God’s energy in his body and slammed fiercely into Ysamiel.

Charlotte thrust with all his might, as though hitting an iron plate.

Ysamiel’s body seemed unstable, but it was enveloped by an invisible barrier.

Even with the power of five Divine Creatures, he still could not break through.

Suddenly, Charlotte heard a voice, “Charlotte, do not be afraid.

I am your mentor, Juno.”

“The Evil Gods are encompassed by a force field of their divine power, which we commonly refer to as the divine radiance!

Only by fundamentally nullifying their authority can we make the divine radiance disappear.

Brutal force alone cannot break the Evil God’s force field.”

Charlotte was struck with shock and exclaimed, “Mentor Juno?

How did you get here?”

Juno Arthur’s voice was very gentle.

He said, “I couldn’t bear not to watch over my student.”

Just as Charlotte was deeply moved, Juno added, “Besides, a fallen Evil God is the most delicious food.

How could I possibly miss this feast?”

“Your mentor, too, aspires to become a Deity!”

Charlotte couldn’t help but be speechless for a moment, then asked, “How can we nullify Ysamiel’s divine radiance?”

Juno said, “He governs over death, but his authority is incomplete, merely brushing against the fringe of death.

Otherwise, he’d be the tenth True God.”

“All we need to do is break death on him to counterbalance his authority and dispel his divine radiance.”

Charlotte asked, “Break death?

How do we do that?”

Juno said, “Isn’t Omibella pregnant?”

“Let her give birth in Ysamiel Palace.”

It really took a while for Charlotte to grasp his mentor’s bizarre idea.

He commented drily, “Mentor, you could write novels with those wild ideas.

But can this really work?

Not to mention, can Omibella just give birth on command?

Doesn’t she need enough time?”

Juno replied meaningfully, “She is a Divine Creature.

When have you ever heard an Evil God adhere to the logic of normal humans?”