The First Magic World War

Chapter 536: 502, Serpent of Destiny Can’t Do Math (Request for Monthly Tickets) Chapter 536: 502, Serpent of Destiny Can’t Do Math (Request for Monthly Tickets) Charles prayed five or six times, thinking that his prayers might go unanswered, when suddenly an equation appeared before his eyes!

This equation was a mess, a mere few dozen addition and subtraction operations, yet it had over ten errors.

Then Charles heard that familiar young voice saying, “Help me calculate how much joy of destiny you have now.”

Charles was stunned for a long moment before he realized that the Serpent of Destiny wasn’t ignoring him, it just hadn’t figured out how much joy of destiny he still had.

Before this, Charles had owed the Serpent of Destiny thirty-two shares of joy of destiny.

He quietly thought to himself, “Should I miscalculate on purpose for the young serpent?”

However, he immediately discarded this blasphemous thought.

Not only did he list all the data clearly and calculate it cleanly, but he even attached a fundamental math tutorial in its simplest form to the back of each equation, so that even elementary students could learn and understand by themselves.

After a round of calculations, Charles found that he still owed the Serpent of Destiny three shares of joy of destiny, which relieved him.

He silently thought, “The rate at which I earn joy of destiny is still decent.”

When Charles submitted the “answers,” which was equivalent to a primary math tutorial, he felt a light slap from a tail on his head.

This slap was very gentle, conveying the good mood of the Serpent of Destiny.

With this slap, a strange force merged into his body, extracting all the remnants of the Power of the Evil God.

With no overwhelming power of the Evil God left, Charles’s Bloody Glory was fully activated, and his body immediately began to heal.

Overjoyed, he couldn’t help but pray again, “O master of the Court of Destiny, who swims in the river of time, understands all mysteries, and commands the transcendent ceremonies!

I am willing to pay one share of joy of destiny to withstand the power of the Evil God in this battle without harm?”

The voice of the Serpent of Destiny lingered, “At least seven shares!”

Charles gritted his teeth, ready to agree, when he heard the young voice resounding again, slowly, “Pay twenty shares of joy of destiny, and I can grant you permanent exemption from the damage caused by the power of the Holy Light Divine State Title.”

Charles was overjoyed and quickly said, “I am willing!”

After all, he had owed the Serpent of Destiny as much as thirty-two shares of joy of destiny, and although he had just returned some, what harm would there be in owing a bit more?

Being able to owe grace from the Serpent of Destiny, one of the nine True Gods, could help increase his intimacy with the young serpent.

Charles felt the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros within the Bloody Vortex move slightly, gaining five different shaped cores.

There were seven slots on the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros which could be embedded with cores, two of which were already embedded—one being the Holy Blood Core of the Duolian Clan, and the other dark red as flames with wisps of smoke, embodying the power of the Flame Evil God.

Now, there were five more, rightfully the power of five Divine Creatures from the Holy Light Divine State Title.

One wrapped in a clear radiance, seemingly with countless feathers, must be Omibella’s power.

One resembling a whale, clumsy yet somewhat cute, was the power of the King of the Giant Whales.

One was a human body with a snake tail coiled up, which was the power of the Great Sea Serpent Witch Posuji.

One was green and lush, like a small crown, which was the power of the Gomodoro Tree Dapocirodo.

The final integration unfolded before countless eyes; a few days ago, Charles might not have known, but now he understood—it was Amon’s power.

The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros had become whole, all seven recesses filled.

Charles immediately realized how the Serpent of Destiny permanently solved the problem of the Power of the Evil God’s corruption!

As long as the Power of the Evil God was prevented from corrupting, wouldn’t that be permanent immunity?

When the five Divine Creatures infused their power again, it would flow into the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, not into his body, thus preventing corruption.

But such a simple solution could only be achieved by a True God, for an alchemist of mere mortal flesh, no matter how skilled, could never accomplish this deed.

Charles sighed deeply, surprised by the Serpent of Destiny’s response when he fervently slapped its tail, reducing his debt of destiny’s joy by one.

After resting for several hours, Charles finally recovered from his injuries and regained his strength.

Omibella almost immediately said, “This house needs a man, and we need Charles Mecklen’s protection.

Please continue to fight for us!”

Charles thought to himself, “The Evil God truly lacks humanity.

What genuine woman would send her husband off to war so urgently?”

He then remembered Juno’s suggestion.

Knowing it was somewhat suicidal, he still couldn’t help but say, “Omibella!

I need to discuss something with you.

Ysamiel holds the role of the God of Death, and to break his body, we must negate his authority.

Life is the counterpart to death.

If you could go to the Isemeren Palace and have a child, we would stand a solid chance of winning this battle…”

Ah, sending his own wife to the battlefield to have a child…

That’s quite like the Evil God.

Charles knew that he and Omibella had no real connection, but he felt as if he had taken a huge step down the path of the Evil God.

Omibella did not react with anger or hesitation, instead, her face blushed as she whispered, “How did you know I was pregnant again?”

Charles thought to himself, “Amon told me.” But seeing Amon’s face suddenly turn ashen, he knew he couldn’t tell the truth.

Although he was aware that Amon was far from an ordinary child and just as strange as Omibella, he calmly responded, “I just knew!

After all, we are husband and wife.”

Omibella appeared to have no doubts at all, and Amon’s face showed a look of gratitude, but Charles truly didn’t know if Amon even had human emotions; surely, he couldn’t trust the Evil God.

Omibella decisively said, “I will go with you to the Isemeren Palace!”

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn’t devoured by Omibella and had even gained her support; though it seemed only beneficial, Charles finally understood why Juno Arthur had said, “He is a Divine Creature; when have you ever heard that an Evil God needs to conform to human logic?”

Indeed, the Evil God did not need to conform to normal human logic!

He was completely baffled as to why Omibella would agree to such preposterous conditions.

Charles took hold of the Divine Creature’s hand, and then saw Omibella’s back sprout a pair of pristine wings.

They soared into the sky like a gale.

Ysamiel, sensing the threat, desperately fired Resentful Spirit Cannonballs.

Black beams of light swayed with long tails, but Omibella, with extreme agility, narrowly avoided each one, carrying Charles as they descended upon Ysamiel.