The First Magic World War

As the Holy Light Divine State Title wreaked havoc across the seas, Charles noticed that the number of "Great Act Devils" on the ship was increasing. These blue giants, who had never before appeared in this world until recently, now greeted him familiarly and even felt it was only natural that Charles should be well-acquainted with them.

The batch of illustrations Charles had sent out were clearly no longer sufficient; he even saw seven or eight men who looked very similar, differing only slightly in height and build!

Hmm, the illustrations he had prepared for the novel were primarily female portraits, so there were only a few male illustrations.

Therefore, the female Great Act Devils had yet to experience this phenomenon.

It has to be said, with Charles' guidance, Fars's artists had caught up in skill and produced quite beautiful characters. As long as they could morph into human females, the female Great Act Devils were almost all top-tier beauties of the two-dimensional world, albeit with slightly odd facial proportions and figures that defied natural laws, but everything else was perfect.

Now, Charles was very curious about how many Ghost Ships the Holy Light Divine State Title could swallow.

But he was also somewhat anxious, because the number of Great Act Devils on the ship seemed to be growing too quickly!

Although the Holy Light Divine State Title was massive in size, its sailing speed almost matched that of the Queen Bee. Under Charles' control, he deliberately regulated the consumption pace of the Holy Light Divine State Title to maintain a perfect distance from the Ghost Fleet.

Whenever Charles unleashed the Holy Light Divine State Title, there were countless thoughts in his mind, which he had always ignored. Just as he maneuvered the Holy Light Divine State Title to dodge a fleet of over twenty Ghost Ships, a cold voice suddenly suppressed all other thoughts: "Charles Meklen!"

With the reverberation of this voice, everything in front of Charles disappeared, and he found himself in another "world"—definitely not the Dreamscape, but another kind of space that could not be accurately described in words.

He stood on a platform, part of a palace!

The platform wasn't empty; a sultry woman with a face filled with anger was looking at him. The woman's appearance resembled Omibella by eighty to ninety percent, and she was holding a little boy by hand, whose clear eyes brimmed with innocence.

On the other side stood three more women.

Of course, to say they stood wasn't entirely accurate, for one of them, with a human torso and a serpentine lower body, seemed languid and undisturbed, startlingly beautiful, yet she was coiled on the ground.

Another woman, tall and slender with a crown of branches and leaves in her hair, resembled an Elf Queen from classical myth, but her eyes betrayed endless pain.

The last woman was plump and voluptuous, stealthily eating something!

With just a glance, Charles dared not look any further because she was feasting on the crew of a Ghost Ship!

Uh, very much like an Evil God.

The palace radiated prismatic light, entangling with another bizarre palace shrouded in black mist. The two palaces floated in the endless void, surrounded by darkness.

The woman holding the little boy spoke loudly, "Charles Meklen, are you even a man? The women at home are at war, and you do nothing, still finding the time to flirt with the maids."

There was so much wrong with that statement that Charles didn't know how to retort for a moment.

And he didn't know if refuting them would provoke these Divine Creatures to turn against him and swallow him whole.

Even with one's toes, one could guess the identities of these individuals: the woman with the boy must be Omibella, and the boy would have to be Amon.

The one with a human torso and serpentine lower body was the Great Sea Serpent Witch Posuji; the tall figure with a floral crown atop her head was Dapocirodo from the Gomodoro Tree, and the plump one feasting on the Ghost Ship's crew...

Could only be the King of the Giant Whales!

What kind of Evil God scenario is this?

Omibella pointed to the palace outside, tangling with the Holy Light Divine State Title, and said, "You should fight like a man, protect us, instead of hiding behind us!"

Hmm, this is so wickedly Evil God?

Charles couldn't help but say, "Me, fight? Wouldn't that be courting death?"

Omibella shouted, "Coward who fears death!"

"How did I end up with such a man?"

Charles thought to himself, "Miss Evil God, you're getting way too into character."

He remembered that Amon had said Omibella was pregnant, and he took a special look at the little belly of this Divine Creature.

Hmm, probably early days, the belly still flat, no sign showing.

Omibella became furious and yelled, "You're not only timid and afraid to fight, but you're also thinking about that sort of thing?"

Charles couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "Damn it! I'll fight now! Just let me out first."

As soon as he uttered these words, his body floated up and flew out of the "palace."

His soul nearly flew out of his body as he called, "Teacher Juno! Save me."

However, there was no response, and it was unknown whether Juno was cut off from perception, unaware of his situation.

Before Charles's eyes, a great sea vessel appeared, breaking through the void and heading straight for him. He reached out, pulled a chain from his arm, and with a flick, it turned into a Knight's Spear, burning with flames and wreathed in black smoke.

This was the second transformation of the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, possessing the leftover power of the Flame Evil God Anululu.

Charles's Bloody Glory surged, after several attempts, he finally shifted to the Blood Flame Qi of the Adonis Clan!

Other powers did not harmonize with the power of the Flame Evil God Anululu.

He charged headlong into the oncoming Ghost Ship. Though the Ghost Ship had an imposing presence, its body wasn't sturdy enough to withstand a hit from a Sacred level Extraordinary Weapon.

Charles blasted open the body of the Ghost Ship with his spear, charging straight through, shattering anything he encountered. When he had cut his way from the bow to the stern, there was a thunderous crash; the Ghost Ship broke apart, and its cloud of black smoke was casually devoured by the Holy Light Divine State Title.

Charles didn't even have time to look back before three more Ghost Ships appeared around him. He thrust his spear out, but this time, it was met by a Rapier that withstood his strike.

A man wrapped in black smoke leaped down from the Ghost Ship, gracefully executed an Empire salute, and then struck with his sword.

After seven or eight exchanges, Charles was shocked to find that this Ghost Crew member was at the Sacred level. However, he was already dead, without the intelligence he had in life, and his power far from what it once was, greatly weakened. Charles held his own, not falling behind for a moment.

After over ten exchanges, a pure white feather flew in, piercing the man's chest; Charles hastily followed up with a spear thrust, churning the Sacred level Ghost Crew member into a puff of black smoke.

He glanced over and saw this puff of smoke also swallowed by the Holy Light Divine State Title before leaping onto the second Ghost Ship.

Although Charles didn't understand how he ended up here, if he must fight, then fight he shall!