The First Magic World War

Charles stared at the recently risen war god who had emerged on the battlefield just a few days ago, feeling very tense in his heart.

However, he was quite confident that even if Georgeadi Hadrian were ten times stronger, at most he could only ensure his own survival under the joint hands of several dozen Sacred-level powerhouses, but absolutely could not guarantee that Emperor Yannis Hadrian's life could be spared.

If this count wanted to snatch Yannis Hadrian, he would order the assassination of the emperor, letting the opponent bear the name of a regicide, losing the "moral high ground" in the war.

Still, Charles was very tense; he actually feared such powerhouses.

After all, at his core, Charles was just an ordinary transmigrator, who in this life was only a civilian official and not a brave and fearless warrior.

He knew that what he was doing was right, but that did not prevent the uneasiness in the bottom of his heart.

Just as Georgeadi Hadrian was about to descend a bit more, Charles cried out, "I'm sorry, Count! Please ascend a bit higher, you can't get any closer to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Otherwise, I will have to let them take action."

Georgeadi Hadrian glanced at the more than thirty Sacred-level powerhouses standing ready for battle, which included familiar Black Phoenix People. He took a deep breath, slowly ascended, and moved away from Emperor Yannis Hadrian. As he returned to the several dozen Sacred-level powerhouses he had brought with him, he reached out and grabbed a Knight's Spear.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all, he let out a roar and threw the spear with all his might.

Charles was stunned, for a moment not knowing how to give the order.

The Sacred-level powerhouses on his side were quick to react; someone also threw a Knight's Spear, trying to block Georgeadi Hadrian's spear, but others realized that if they took action, wouldn't they then have no way to prevent Georgeadi's side from rescuing someone?

In this slight confusion, under the watchful eyes of countless people in Black Phoenix City, Georgeadi Hadrian, Count of Hadrian, hurled his Knight's Spear with the agility of a dragon and the venom of a snake. It broke through seven or eight blocking spears, piercing Emperor Yannis Hadrian with one thrust, and with the momentum unabated, it viciously struck Black Phoenix City's Defense Shield, penetrating it.

Emperor Yannis Hadrian struggled to look down, seeing the vast hole in his chest through which one could see the ground below, trembling as he tried to speak. But his life force could no longer sustain him, and his head tilted, he died immediately.

Charles, looking at the Knight's Spear embedded in the battlement, took a deep breath of cold air; he finally understood that the count was truly intent on killing—the thrust just now was meant to slay the emperor, with no other scheme in mind.

At the same time, he also realized that the protective shield formed by the miraculous structures had its limits.

Count Georgeadi Hadrian took another Knight's Spear and shouted, "Attack the city!"

Charles cried out, "Kratos!"

Kratos took a deep breath and shouted, "I understand."

He slowly floated upward, his body wreathed in countless glowing auras!

Charles had already released the Holy Light Divine State Title, and though the Legendary Warship had not yet been fully repaired and was unable to sail, it could still be used as a fighting fortress if necessary.

Kratos might not match Count Georgeadi Hadrian, but with the support of this Legendary Warship, he might not be without a chance to fight.

Besides, wasn't there another layer of miraculous structures' defense shield above in the sky?

Immediately after, Charles heard a loud rumble, as several dozen Sacred-level powerhouses collided with the miraculous defense shield, their momentum ferocious and imposing.

Charles's own Sacred-level powerhouses also took to the sky in succession, some being the Leader of Ten Thousand Horsemen, hastily merging their aura with that of their own Knighthood. Relying on the defense shield of the miracles, they fiercely battled with the Sacred-level powerhouses from Georgeadi Hadrian's side.

This time, the fight was no longer any kind of tender battle.

This was not the coordinated warfare Charles was used to.

There was no one overpowering the other, and just a few minutes after the battle began, Charles heard a scream. Baron Eckson, his entire body engulfed in flames, had his protective Fighting Spirit breached and fell from the sky, howling in agony.

This was the first Sacred-level combatant to fall.

Charles had no fondness for Baron Eckson, but he was his first noble vassal!

It caused his emotions to fluctuate.

Soon, a Sacred-level combatant serving under Georgiadi Hadrian of the Black Phoenix also fell.

He was attacked by surprise by a Black Dragon using a flame-scorched Knight's Spear, his body ablaze just like Baron Eckson, falling from the sky to his death indistinguishably.

Nobody knew that the Knight's Spear in the old lizard's hand was actually the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros.

Charles, acknowledging his own lack of strength to join the ranks of Sacred-level combat, naturally lent the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros to the Black Dragon.

The Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, blessed by the Goddess and imbued with the incarnation of the Evil God Anululu, could transform into its second weapon form—a Knight's Spear of the highest tier Sacred level. Wielding this Knight's Spear allowed one to borrow some of Evil God Anululu's power.

The Black Dragon soared across the sky, fighting valiantly. He had used the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros several times, his whole body infused with Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit channeled through the Knight's Spear forged by the Flame Evil God Anululu, feeling his strength surge without end. In the blink of an eye, he had speared another Sacred-level combatant from the sky.

But in the next moment, two Sacred-level combatants who had just sworn allegiance to Charles were killed—one cleaved in twain, the other with his head smashed to pieces.

The battle hadn't even reached the fifteen-minute mark, and already five Sacred-level had fallen.

Previously, in any battlefield, including Ferlanden, so many Sacred-level had never died in a single fight.

Charles's heart bled; were these not the foundation of his future?

Three Sacred-level had already perished so swiftly, how many more would fall in this battle?

Charles could only curse that he was but at Seventeenth Rank, utterly unable to join such a battle. He could only release eight Flame Hands, shooting ceaselessly into the sky.

All of the Westwind Knights' extraordinary gunners and archers fired into the sky as well. Although they couldn't assist their allies directly, if they could deplete even a bit of the enemy Sacred-level's energy, it counted as a battle achievement.

The Battle of Black Phoenix City would later be known as the Bloody Rain War.

Because every few minutes, a Sacred-level would spray blood like rain from the sky, crashing to the ground in a gruesome fight that ranked as the first in the wars of the Old Continent.

No one knew the influence this battlefield would have.

Nor did anyone realize that this war symbolized the fall of the Black Phoenix Dynasty and came to be known as the Black Phoenix's last battle.

Charles stared at the sky, his eyes bloodshot.

With each Sacred-level that died, his blood boiled anew—each of them was a subbordinate he had painstakingly gathered since his arrival, each invaluable beyond measure.

How could Charles, a commander who couldn't bear to sacrifice even the most ordinary of his soldiers, stand by as his Sacred-level were slaughtered like swine?

Every drop of his blood, every ounce of his Bloody Glory, roared in fury, and unknowingly, the twelfth Bloody Vortex within him burst open. His power, stuck at Seventeenth Rank, boldly broke through to Level Eighteen.