The First Magic World War

"She wants to become your sister," Anne said.

Charlotte was shocked and suddenly developed a headache!

His first reaction was that Count Garanord could not let his daughter change her last name to Mecklen!

Sophia Garanord's pretty face turned slightly red, but she quickly spoke up in opposition, firmly saying, "I don't..."

Emilia bared her snow-white teeth!

Sophia Garanord ignored her threat, believing that nothing could stop her from speaking the truth.

Just as Emilia was about to do away with this "spoiled brat," a silvery snake tail silently hooked her and pulled her into the void, the whole process as smooth as flowing water, completely unnoticed by anyone.

Menilman also wanted to see a joke unfold, although her own position was somewhat awkward, but she still wanted to see how Charlotte would handle this situation.

Hmm, it could serve as a reference.

Just as Miss Rose was about to speak her truth, a cold voice lightly said, "Charlotte, if you don't pursue them now, those people will all escape."

"They're planning to take away all your women!"

Charlotte glanced and saw that they had indeed fled far, nearly out of sight—those dozens of ships from the New World Conference and those Sacred level individuals. Suddenly, he felt that Princess May's words made a lot of sense! He immediately said with murderous intent, "I've just sworn an oath, I can't let them live!"

"Kresto, Aspros, Regulus, Herolf, Black Dragon, Qiudelo, Agon, Gareth, Andreas Constantin... follow me to chase down the enemy."

"Vigo! You command the Dolmabahçe! Stay in Black Phoenix City!"

Vigo obediently agreed, feeling deeply that it was safer for him to stay on the Dolmabahçe.

He never expected that his surrender to Charlotte, borne out of despair for the future and a desire to live out a subdued life, would lead him to face daily battles, daily wars, daily fights, dozens of times more dangerous than during his days in the South Ceraph Reclamation Army, much more exaggerated than even on the Ferlanden battlefield.

Now, he started to miss Cyrus...

Menilman and Princess May said together, "We will also join the battle!"

Duchess Mesu patted her daughter, Adossa hesitated for a moment, then also said, "I'll go too!"

Charlotte didn't dare delay; he soared into the sky in one breath, unable to help but wipe his sweat while high above, feeling that the previous situation was too dangerous. Although he didn't know what Anne and Sophia Garanord wanted to say, he had a premonition that it was definitely not something he could listen to.

Because... a storm of bloodshed was bound to follow!

Watching Charlotte depart, Anne took a deep breath and said, "We need to check the spoils! Get everyone off the ships and confiscate all the wealth, as for the ships..."

"Duchess Mesu! Thank you for coming to aid, five hundred ships are your reward for your kindness!"

"Sophia Garanord! Thank you for your help too, you can pick out two hundred ships!"

The fleet from the New World Conference was a convergence of six or seven migrant groups. Although part of it remained in other cities, nearly two thousand ships were anchored below Black Phoenix City, a scale unprecedented in history, surpassing even the fleets of the Five Great Empires.

Anne knew well that Charles could not handle so many ships.

If the Duke Mecklen actually organized such a large fleet, the Four Great Empires would likely become wary, which could destabilize the territory. It would be simpler to split up the fleet and distribute it among all the supporting powers.

Charles had taken most of the Sacred level, but Anne still had Vigo, Kreel Brittany, and Ebner Sumei, enough to keep a firm grip on the situation.

The immigrants from the New Continent were initially restless, but soon helplessly surrendered. They obediently disembarked, and Anne had her people register them. Those who had families stayed in Black Phoenix City or were assigned to other cities. Those alone, if capable and willing, were recruited into the Westwind Knights. Anyone unwilling to serve Duke Mecklen was sent to Cappadocia...

Anne learned a tactic or two from Charles; she absolutely could not allow these people from the New Continent to leave. Once they left, they would inevitably return to the New World Conference and continue to oppose Charles Meklen.

When it was time to transport the wealth, even Duchess Mesu was astonished. These immigrants had brought all their property with them when they left the New Continent. Each ship carried a vast amount of wealth. Anne moved only seven or eight ships' worth and then ordered the spoils to be temporarily sealed, waiting for Charles's return for further action.

At this time, Charles had already caught up with Avesh and others who had escaped with over ten ships, including several Magical Alchemy Warships. Due to these ships, Avesh and Mocher couldn't flee at full speed.

A Sacred level, seeing the enemy catch up, couldn't help but say, "Why did someone stupidly proclaim they wanted to steal Charles Meklen's woman?"

"We're just fucking settling back in the Old Continent!"

"Why do we have to fight at all?"

"And let the battle escalate to this?"

"Now our ships are gone, we are captured, and the wealth we brought back fell into Charles Meklen's hands."

"Life would be better in the New Continent."

Several Sacred levels also showed anger, but out of fear of Avesh's power, they didn't dare to speak out.

Mocher sighed deeply and said, "Now that things have reached this point, why say more?"

The Sacred level who had spoken earlier loudly said, "Actually, only Avesh and Montblanc wanted to divide Charles's woman, Mocher, you didn't have this intention, neither did we, why not directly serve Charles?"

"Since Montblanc is already dead."

Avesh grunted, reached out his hand to grab, but the Sacred level, having spoken, was already on guard and swiftly dodged behind Mocher. Mocher slightly spread his hands, and a burst of fighting spirit surged, blocking Avesh's grasp.

Without another word, Avesh turned and left, and three Sacred levels, after a slight hesitation, followed him.

Mocher sighed and didn't chase after them, speaking softly, "We need to be careful later on. I hear that this Duke Mecklen is very loyal to his lover. This battle also shows how furious he is. He might not accept our surrender."

"If things turn sour, I'll summon the Evil God to protect everyone and escape."

Charles, from a distance, saw that Avesh had fled, but most of the others had stayed, making him slightly suspicious. Although he had caught up, he had not intended to start a battle. Something was off with the Holy Light Divine State Title, he didn't dare dispatch it, and Emilia was nowhere to be found. Relying solely on Kresto and others, he wasn't completely certain he could overcome the remnants of the New World Conference.

Charles instructed his subordinates to disperse and surround the people who had stayed, shouting loudly, "Have you decided how you want to die?"

Mocher flew a short distance forward and said calmly, "Can we talk?"