The First Magic World War

When the beastmen army attacked Strasbourg, Charles had muttered why the Sacred level beastmen didn't infiltrate the city first, then wage war?

At least the Nine Great True Gods' miraculous structures would not have been able to exert their powerful defensive roles.

So when he attacked Black Phoenix, he first used a strategem to draw away the last defense force in the city, and then he didn't directly attack but first had his soldiers disguise themselves and mix into Black Phoenix City. It was only then that he, with all his Sacred level subordinates disguised as civilians, sneaked into the city.

While Charles was leaving the mark of the Serpent of Destiny on the miraculous structures of the Nine Great True Gods, his Sacred level subordinates had already arrived near the Black Phoenix Palace.

The Black Phoenix Emperor, Yannis Hadrian, had recently been suffering from sleepless nights and loss of appetite, worrying every day about how to fend off the allied forces of four nations.

He had already concentrated all the military forces of the nation, vowing to fight to the death with the four-nation allied army.

Recently, there had been rumors that a Farsian named Charles Mecklen was planning to bypass the front lines to attack Black Phoenix City, and he managed to obtain the "military plan" of the opponent beforehand. He immediately dispatched the last military force to ambush this audacious enemy army en route.

Black Phoenix Emperor, Yannis Hadrian, even issued an order to slaughter the entire army that dared to offend the capital of the Black Phoenix Dynasty without taking a single prisoner. Despite this, he was still very furious and even specially issued a decree to capture Charles alive and bring him back to Black Phoenix City, where he would personally kill this bastard.

How dare he be so audacious as to attack his Black Phoenix City; was this something to be borne?

Charles gazed upon the city's most majestic buildings, his heart filled with emotion. Last time he was breaking into Fars' Imperial Palace, killing the puppet king Redmir. Was it the Black Phoenix Emperor's turn this time?

Charles even worried whether he would leave behind an unflattering nickname of Regicide in the history of this world!

"I definitely can't personally kill Yannis Hadrian. Anyone else would be alright to do it, I think Vigo would be good."

"He's not a Black Phoenix person. Killing Emperor Yannis Hadrian wouldn't leave a stain on history."

"The old goat would also be a good choice..."

The Patrolling Army in charge of maintaining order in front of the palace square seemed to sense that something was amiss, as there were too many people today. They were dispersing the crowd and even a squad of the Patrolling Army was heading towards Charles.

Charles smiled slightly and said, "Let the carnival begin!"

"There are no defenses here today."

Black Phoenix City had already sent out its last troops, and even resorted to calling up the normally idle Patrolling Army—that to the Westwind Knights, with more than thirty Sacred level members, it truly was as undefended as it gets.

After the order was given, dozens of Sacred level individuals simultaneously took to the skies and in a mere moment, they stormed into the Black Phoenix Palace.

The infiltrated soldiers of the Westwind Knights also revealed their weapons, rushing toward the Imperial Palace. The Patrolling Army had not anticipated that enemy forces would appear in the capital of the Black Phoenix Dynasty. Caught off-guard, they were unable to organize an effective defense and quickly scattered.

Charles, however, was not in any hurry. He strolled leisurely toward the Black Phoenix Palace, and by the time he entered, the battle had already ended. Kratos, with one arm exerting force, hoisted an old man up in midair. The old man's clothes were in disarray, and he appeared to have just suffered some ravaging, his legs kicking wildly. But to what avail could he struggle? His face swelled crimson, his mouth creating raspy sounds, yet he couldn't utter a word.

Almost all members of the Westwind Knights instantly knelt on one knee upon seeing Charles, proclaiming loudly, "The entire Westwind Knighthood greets Earl Mecklen upon his arrival at his loyal Black Phoenix Palace!"

Dozens of Sacred-level knights were divided into several teams. Those directly under Charles were the most relaxed, simply nodding in acknowledgment. The subordinates of Grand Duchess Meisu showed considerable respect upon seeing Charles, performing an Imperial salute, while the Black Phoenix Sacred-level knights who had pledged their allegiance were the most humble, kneeling on one knee like ordinary members of the Knighthood, welcoming Earl Mecklen...

Charles glanced around, and it seemed that all members of the Black Phoenix Royal Family had been captured, densely kneeling on the ground. Although he was not one to get carried away, he couldn't help feeling a sense of: The earth beneath my feet, the nation's strategy in my hands, who dares to speak another word?

His emotions surged, beyond additive.

Black Dragon, observing Charles's face brimming with audacity, felt the heavy responsibility and believed he should step forward to advise Charles not to behave so, and quickly said, "Master of House Mecklen, we have not yet taken over the entirety of Black Phoenix City!"

Charles nodded and ordered, "All members of the Black Phoenix Royal Family, escort them to Strasbourg without exception, to present them to His Majesty Brittany."

"Kratos, you are in charge of guarding the Imperial Palace!"

"Black Dragon, go open the city gates and let our troops in."

"Senior Adossa, take a group of people and knock on every noble's door in Black Phoenix City. Ask them whether they recognize me as their master. Those willing will not be harmed in the slightest; those who are not, confiscate their properties. Arrest everyone and escort them to Strasbourg along with the Black Phoenix Royal Family."

Charles issued orders ceaselessly, and soon the Sacred-level and high-ranking officers of the Westwind Knights dispersed to begin taking control of various areas of Black Phoenix City.

By evening, the Westwind Knights had completed their occupation of Black Phoenix City. Squad after squad of knights began to strike out in all directions, aiming to connect Black Phoenix City with the territories they had previously occupied and unify the area.

Charles tested the conditions for the maze-ification of Black Phoenix City, which was also set at eighteen levies. It took him seven or eight days to maze-ify Black Phoenix City three times, after which he continuously sent unremitting waves of captives who refused to submit to Machu Picchu. In Machu Picchu, they were "reloaded" for transport to Strasbourg.

As the rebellious nobles were sent away family by family, Black Phoenix City quickly settled into silence. For the inhabitants of Black Phoenix City, Charles Mecklen was the one who defended against the Demon King, and all those who resisted simply vanished without a trace, their entire families wiped clean.

Charles did not take the situation lightly; he was sharpening the troops, preparing to welcome the return of the army that had been sent to ambush him. However, despite his anticipation, he did not receive news of this army, but instead, he received a frontline battle report.

This report was earth-shattering!

When Charles received it, his hands trembled!

The Allied Army, made up of four nations, suffered a crushing defeat in Salamagan, the famed city under Black Phoenix, at the hands of Count Georgiadi Hadrian.

This Count had employed a peerless military strategy found only in Chinese history. He gathered all of Black Phoenix's Sacred-level knights, forming a special assault team. In one day, they launched successive attacks on the camp of the Allied Army, triumphing in four battles, slaying eleven Sacred-level knights, repelling the Allied Army and even severely injuring the traitorous Viscount Constantine at the battlefront.

This forced the Allied Army to momentarily retreat!

Georgiadi Hadrian, a lifelong silent figure, had only been ennobled as a Count because of his royal lineage, yet overnight, he became the number one general of the continent, his fame rivalling that of Zimmerman Axel Robin from years past!