The First Magic World War

Chapter 537: 503, Dad, can I rename this palace to Emilia’s Palace?

Chapter 537: 503, Dad, can I rename this palace to Emilia’s Palace?

Omibella held Charles with both hands.

Charles felt a shiver ran down his spine as countless thoughts echoed in his mind: some jubilant, some tender, others full of sanctity, some wicked to the extreme, and still others filled with indescribable obscurity…

The onslaught of thoughts nearly caused Charles’ brain to explode.

At the same time, he also felt his life force, soul, consciousness, memory, and all the Secret Techniques he had cultivated over his lifetime being extracted by a mysterious force.

Charles could see his own body withering at a visible rate, his heart filled with panic, wanting to stop the loss, but a childlike voice suddenly rang in his mind: “Is it Daddy?”

Charles couldn’t help but respond, “Yes, it’s Daddy!”

A little girl’s voice called out joyfully, “I knew it, Daddy!

You’re the best to me.”

“And to think that you gave me such a grand palace.”

Charles was confused, wondering where such a grand palace had come from?

He then heard Omibella’s weak voice: “I have to go back now.

I can’t come out anymore and I can’t be with you anymore!”

“And don’t have children with those few girls from that pond.”

Charles felt the hands holding him gradually dematerialize as Omibella dissipated into the ether, leaving behind only a tender smile and lingering affection.

Although Charles knew that She was not human and did not have human emotions, nor did they have a marital relationship or the emotions typical between humans, he still experienced an indescribable sorrow!

Before Charles had time to fully comprehend this sorrow, he saw a little daughter running around the Isemeren Palace, shouting nonstop, “What a beautiful palace, I love it here, thank you, Daddy, for giving me such a wonderful gift!”

Charles looked at the little girl and couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow been forced upon a daughter.

He asked, “My daughter!

What is your name?”

The little girl shouted loudly, “I am Emilia!

Emilia Mecklen!”

“Daddy, can I rename this palace to Emilia’s Palace?”

That’s when Charles realized the little girl had mistaken the Isemeren Palace as a gift from him.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Of course, you can…”

Before he could say otherwise, Emilia loudly declared, “I announce that from now on, this palace will be called Emilia’s Palace.

I want a fountain over there!”

Then Charles’ eyes went wide because he saw that a fountain indeed appeared in the direction Emilia pointed her little finger.

Emilia pointed to another spot and said, “I like it over here.

I want a big building here.

I’m going to live in it, sleep beautifully every night, and wake up to the starlight.”

Although waking up in the middle of the night didn’t seem like something a good child would do, Charles didn’t say a word, watching as a tall building rose from the ground.

He finally understood his “daughter” was also an Evil God, and she seemed even more sinister than Amon.

This little creature actually managed to forcibly take control of the Isemeren Palace, which was extremely eerie.

Considering that not even the five Divine Creatures of the Holy Light Divine State Title could accomplish such a feat.

Of course, Charles also suspected that Emilia’s birth in the Isemeren Palace might have created some connection with Isemeren.

As Emilia pointed here and there, the Isemeren Palace began to transform drastically.

However, Charles also noticed that Isemeren’s power was fighting back; the buildings Emilia forcibly designated would sometimes collapse without cause, vanish, or revert to their original form…

But Emilia’s designated changes became faster and faster, endlessly spouting various buildings.

Although Isemeren’s counterattacks were also extremely swift, one could still see Emilia’s chosen constructions becoming more numerous, quickly occupying one-tenth of the Isemeren Palace.

Charles found himself filled with an inexplicable urge to protect and help this little girl, even though he knew that this creature certainly didn’t need his protection.

Still, he summoned the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, saying, “Daddy will help you!”

Before making his move, he hesitated and said, “Our whole family are followers of the Serpent of Destiny, you should also build a grand Temple of the Serpent of Destiny!

We can lack everything else, but the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny is indispensable.”

Emilia waved her hand as if somewhat impatient, but a magnificent Temple of the Serpent of Destiny still rose from the ground, clearly having listened to her father’s words.

After the temple was formed, the power of Isemeren attempted to shake the building, only for the force of the Evil God that had descended to be repelled by a divine radiance.

Charles witnessed this scene with mixed feelings!

The Serpent of Destiny had truly bestowed its divine favor, wasn’t this like taking sides?

When two Evil Gods were battling, one of the nine True Gods was taking sides!

What kind of fucking situation is this?

If Ysamiel had the guts, he would definitely point at the Serpent of Destiny and say, “You’re no son of mine!”

But Charles figured that this thing, now just a wreckage, a revival of the Evil God with barely a fraction of its strength, would absolutely not dare to speak to the little snake in such a manner.

With the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny standing unmovable, no matter what, Emilia’s renovation of Isemeren Palace accelerated significantly, swiftly increasing her share of the palace to twenty percent.

Enveloping the sky like a mountainous figure, Ysamiel finally gave up entangling with the colliding Holy Light Divine State Title, forcibly enduring a collision and then, with a reverse hand, thrust down the Trident.

Charles, without thinking, charged bravely forward, only to be blocked by a wall created with a wave of Emilia’s hand.

The little girl said cutely, “Daddy!

Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of this big guy.”

The little rascal extended a tiny finger, pointing it high into the sky.

Clearly just a little girl, Emilia’s dainty and fragile finger met the sharpness of Ysamiel’s Trident, which, like a magic mountain, was vast and filled with limitless fiendish energy, accompanied by countless resentful souls.

But when Emilia’s small finger collided with the Trident, there were no happenings that Charles had worried about—his “daughter” being impaled by Ysamiel’s Trident.

Instead, a thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth!

The series of deafening sounds could burst the eardrums of any creature, yet there was Emilia, proudly pointing a single finger toward the sky, and with that tiny finger, she held up against Ysamiel’s Trident!

No one could describe the shock in Charles at that instant!

He should have been panicked, scared, horrified, but inexplicably, he felt a surge of pride and couldn’t help but think, “That’s my daughter!”

Yep, he was now thoroughly enveloped in the family atmosphere of the Evil God.

This really wasn’t a good thing!

Emilia held up against the Trident with her little finger, and in a tender yet fierce voice she called out, “Big fella, I’m not scared of you.

I am a daughter of House Mecklen!

I am Emilia Mecklen.

Knowing my name, you should kneel and surrender!”

“If you are so stubbornly unenlightened!”

“I’ll let daddy throw you into the endless void!

Grind away your last bit of will!

Turn you into a little dog…

”

Charles thought to himself, “Your daddy doesn’t have that ability.”

Ysamiel roared mightily, pulling out the Trident and raising it high, preparing to strike down again with even more ferocity.

Yet Charles suddenly sensed keenly that Ysamiel’s divine glow was dimming, and His magic power field was fading.

He shouted, “Omibella, Dapocirodo, Posuji, King of the Giant Whales, Amon!

Lend me your power!”

Five streams of the Power of the Evil God came from afar, and Charles, moving the Flame Knight Lance, soared into the sky, piercing through Ysamiel’s lower abdomen and out through His throat.

What was once an impenetrable body, under Charles’s attack, became like slicing through rot, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Charles’s lance pierced through the Evil God, and then went through the back of Ysamiel’s head, piercing the Evil God’s mountain-like giant head.

Charles spun in the void and re-entered through Ysamiel’s throat.

The defeated Evil God struggled to retaliate, trying to catch Charles, but as He tangled with Charles, one after another the constructions specified by Emilia for Isemeren Palace rose from the ground.

Soon, more than half of the palace was under Emilia’s design, and the body of the Evil God trembled abruptly, deflating like a leaking balloon and beginning to shrink rapidly.

Juno, devouring the nineteenth clump of flesh, sensitive to the changes in Isemeren Palace, the strongest of the Blood Clan, smirked to himself, muttering, “My student, she really is quite interesting!”

He transformed into a faint blood light, tearing through all obstacles, and vanished into the dark abyss.

The next moment, he “awakened,” looking at his own hands, he spoke faintly, “I’m one step closer to the Divine level!”

“From now on, everything in the mundane world will have no meaning to me.

Ascension to godhood is my sole pursuit.”

He looked out over the sea, where the Holy Light Divine State Title had ceased its attack on Isemeren Palace.

Isemeren Palace was changing its shape, contracting in size and transforming into a giant vessel that was no less than the Dolmabahçe Number or the Holy Light Divine State Title!

On both sides of this giant vessel were written the same words, Emilia Vessel!

At the same time, Charles reappeared on the Holy Light Divine State Title, looking at the newly transformed Legendary Warship, the Emilia Vessel, with an indescribable sense of anticipation.

Charles casually released a Magic Mirror and looked at Ysamiel in it; in the last moment before leaving that world, he had used a Special Ability—”Mirror Specter.”

Yeah, he hadn’t expected that he’d actually fucking make it.