The First Magic World War

Anne's face turned deathly pale at the sight of the newly emerged fleet on the sea.

This fleet comprised four legendary warships, all unheard of before, followed by ten magical alchemy warships and eleven ancient magic ghost warships! The Old Continent had never seen ancient magic ghost warships before…

Even Sophia Garanord closed her eyes, succumbing to despair.

The enemy was too powerful.

She couldn't help but say to Anne, "Anne, have Meisu take you and escape; I'll stay behind to resist."

Sophia Garanord took a deep breath and continued, "I know he's your fiancé, but I still need you to convey a message to him for me!"

"I love him!"

"Go!"

Princess May and Duchess Meisu exchanged glances, both understanding that the war was over!

The four legendary warships were so powerful that no force could withstand them. Even the Four Great Empires would fall into despair when faced with such overwhelming power. But at that moment, Black Dragon, bearing all the pressure, said in a hushed voice, "One of the ships is the Holy Light Divine State Title!"

He feared that if he didn't speak up now, Princess May and the other girls would also make heartfelt confessions, turning the scene into a hellishly bloody one upon Charles's return.

Black Dragon had seen the Holy Light Divine State Title before, although he did not understand how the ship was able to sail now, his impression of it was profoundly deep.

Soon someone cried out, "Dolmabahçe Number! One of the ships is the Dolmabahçe Number!"

Charles was unaware that the fleet had triggered a misunderstanding, causing a storm to brew in Black Phoenix City.

This storm aimed at him was much more ferocious than any mere sea storm conjured by the Evil God.

Charles, noting two high-level Transcendents from the New Continent chatting in the sky, casually asked, "What are they talking about?"

Juno gave a faint smile and replied, "They're discussing how to divide up your girls!"

Upon saying this, Juno faintly sensed a silver snake's tail emerge from the void and pat his shoulder.

The recent study of the Evil God's annoying influences suddenly disappeared.

If Juno Arthur had relied solely on himself, it might have taken years to eradicate these effects, and some negative influences might have never been removed, potentially hindering his ascension to divine level.

Jubilant in his heart, Juno added, "Those two are both coveting Anne."

The aura around Charles suddenly became frightening.

He waved his hand, signaling his fleet to further accelerate, quickly approaching the New Continent Alliance's fleet.

Charles showed no intention of slowing down; instead, he pushed down with his hand, leading with the Holy Light Divine State Title, the Emilia Vessel following close behind, intending to steamroll directly through.

These two legendary warships were far more powerful than the Swan Lake and Dolmabahçe Number; the New Continent Alliance had magical alchemy warships too but none that could compare with these two legendary warships. Faced with the boldly charging fleet, the New Continent Alliance's fleet had to scatter away.

The New Worlders cursed and grumbled, with more than ten sacred-level Transcendents taking to the air, ready to teach Charles a lesson.

Montblanc was also astonished by this fleet. He flew over to meet the Holy Light Divine State Title and shouted, "I am one of the three speakers of the New World Conference, Montblanc!"

"Which Empire are you from? Are you here to rescue Black Phoenix City?"

Charles Meklen asked indifferently, "Mr. Montblanc, were you just discussing with your companion how to divide up 'my girls'?"

Montblanc was slightly stunned, then laughed wildly, "Yes? We were discussing that. However, there isn't just one girl in Black Phoenix City. Are they all yours?"

Juno Arthur immediately spread his arms and said, "Yes! All the beautiful ladies of Black Phoenix City are my students, Charles Meklen!"

At this point, Charles had no other thoughts in his mind. Whatever Juno said about the beautiful ladies of Black Phoenix City belonging to him—such minor details—Charles could no longer take in. Only one thought dominated his mind: "These bastards are actually discussing how to divide up 'my girls'."

"How dare they even think it?"

"What audacity they have!"

"They're truly courting death."

"Even if several Evil Gods dared to think this, I would make them fall at the gates of Black Phoenix City."

Juno Arthur fanned the flames and, turning around, he saw five figures that were somewhat visible, among them a figure leading a small boy, with a face full of rage. He hurriedly added, "The beautiful ladies on this ship also belong to my student, Charles Meklen."

Menilman's face flushed red, she took a deep breath, and murmured softly, "I'll take that as a good omen..."

Charles appeared to be utterly calm on the surface, but the anger within him was already fierce enough to burn everything down.

He had no malice toward the New Worlders, even harboring a naive sympathy for them, but as these New Worlders returned to the Old Continent, the first thing they did was attack his Mecklen Duchy, take over his land, and now they even covet his women?

Now he finally understood why New Worlders were willing to worship the Evil God!

Upon hearing the name Charles Meklen, Montblanc was slightly surprised. When he saw this fleet, he misunderstood and said with a slight smile, "So it's Duke Charles Meklen! Have you borrowed these few ships from various nations to come back and save your duchy?"

"Sorry, but wanting to save the Mecklen Duchy—a mere batch of warships won't be enough. You'll need a group of powerful Sacred levels."

"As far as I know, the Empires of the Old Continent are still waging wars of interest, and no one can spare the strength to help you fight for your personal gains."

"So be it!"

"I'm a civilized person, and I'm willing to give you a chance. If you can defeat me in a duel, I can make the decision to return your lands. But if you lose, then consider the ladies of Black Phoenix City as reparation!"

When Montblanc got to this point, the Sacred levels from the New World who had followed him all laughed heartily, with someone shouting, "Yes! Montblanc's word can totally represent the New World Conference!"

"However—"

"We've heard that Duke Charles Meklen is also a damned High-Level Transcendent!"

"Why don't you just surrender without a fight?"

Montblanc purposefully proposed the duel to humiliate Charles. Of course, he had heard that Duke Charles Meklen was a prodigy, already advanced to High level. But to them, what did High level mean? Nothing at all!

He was certain Charles wouldn't dare to engage in battle. Although the fleet was a bit too powerful, the New World Sacred levels had fought against the Evil God more than once, accumulating a wealth of evil wisdom. If they could lure the enemy out, away from the Legendary Warship to duel, their chances of winning would increase dramatically.

Montblanc believed Charles would not dare to accept the challenge, but to lure out a few of his Sacred level subordinates and kill them in the decisive battle would also be a very successful strategy.

In the face of the unabashed mockery of these New Worlders, Charles said lightly, "Fine, I accept your challenge."

Charles took a step forward, and in the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly levitated...