The First Magic World War-Chapter 245 - : 240. The Gods’ Guardians of Strasbourg

Chapter 245: 240. The Gods’ Guardians of Strasbourg

Even with the shishi ball in hand, Sophia Garanord couldn’t help but ask, “Did you really defeat him, senior?”

Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m several years older than he is!”

Sophia Garanord couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “I’ve seen many Transcendents who are much older than me, but there are very few who are stronger than me.”

It was not surprising for Charles to know Julian, as he had served as an envoy to Inglima, and in Sophia Garanord’s and the other juniors’ minds, they just assumed he had met Julian in Notruden.

Of course, that was true.

But for Charles to have also met Retainer Lamarlock under the witness of Emperor of Inglima, and to have defeated him, this glory was beyond description.

Even though he was several years older, it did nothing to diminish this achievement.

The respect from this group of juniors, which even included Miss Sophia Garanord, the Strasbourg Rose, suddenly grew a few degrees.

After arranging for the group of Sheffield University juniors, Charles realized that hiding a dozen humans among a few hundred beastman warriors was not difficult, but for a moment, he didn’t know what else to do.

However, he would not need to worry about this for long.

Because he was concerned about being discovered, Charles continually had to change camping spots. That morning, he was about to move to a new location when he saw the sky was a blanket of grey. He decisively commanded his subordinates to head for a nearby hill.

As he reached the top of the hill, he saw that above Strasbourg City, the skies were howling with strange winds and the dust clouded the air, the momentum far exceeding the last time at Silver Pigeon Fort by more than tenfold.

More than a dozen beastman Sacred Order shamans were floating in the sky, working in unison to whip up the dust and bury Strasbourg beneath it.

Charles’s heart couldn’t help but race; his city housed his love and his friends, but he was only a Mid-Level Transcendent and could do nothing substantial.

Sophia Garanord and the students from the University of Georgia also grew worried, even though they all knew that Strasbourg would not fall so easily.

As Charles’s concern grew, he wanted to rush down several times, but even if he did, he didn’t know what he could accomplish. Was he to attempt an assassination of a Sacred Order? Even the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet might not be effective against a Sacred Order, and he didn’t have the means to harm one, unless he summoned the Evil God…

Just as Charles was seriously considering the consequences of summoning two Evil Gods, a painting flew halfway up to the sky from Strasbourg City.

Charles felt the painting to be very familiar, as he saw it transforming into endless corridors. The corridors overlapped, and countless skinless monsters wielding massive hammers appeared within them.

The vast winds and dust that fell upon the endless corridors simply disappeared without trace.

Charles exclaimed in surprise, “It’s that painting!”

He certainly remembered that painting, not only because it had summoned the Labyrinth Evil God Agmiras from overseas, but also because the painting’s appearance had a story that brought him closer to Anne.

To this day, Charles still didn’t know what Yang Miers intended to do with the painting depicting the overseas Evil God. The gentleman was now dead, and there was nowhere to inquire.

He did know in whose hands the oil painting resided—another widowed Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Fars Empire, the sixth Emperor, Julius Axler’s second daughter.

This widowed princess was a taboo topic in the Empire, so much so that even the high priest of Augusladin dared not refer to her by her title, nor would he speak her name.

Charles knew next to nothing about this lady; he was considerably more familiar with another widow, Princess May Guillaume of Inglima.

Well, not that familiar, at least not on terms better than acquaintance.

When Charles caught sight of that oil painting, his tension eased slightly, but just a few hours later, he heard a resounding noise from the skies as endless corridors crumbled, and countless red-skinned monsters carrying huge hammers, as if skinless, screamed and turned to ashes.

The oil painting that depicted the true likeness of the Evil God from overseas reappeared in the sky, but it shattered into countless pieces instantly, destroyed completely and thoroughly.

More than ten beastmen shamans of the Sacred Order joined forces—such immense power, not even this cursed object could withstand it.

Charles’s heart leaped, but before he could truly start to worry, a light soared into the sky, and he saw a square building rising, opening four grand arches in four directions with a majestic aura.

It was the Gate of Glory on Elysian Pastoral Avenue.

As the Gate of Glory lifted, several buildings followed, forming a shimmering protective barrier, enclosing the entire Strasbourg.

More than ten beastmen shamans of the Sacred Order, exhausting all their mana, unleashed the Great Wind Technique all day long, stirring the dust in the sky to change colors, but Strasbourg, protected by the divine powers of twelve True Gods, remained undisturbed.

Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt the diary in his embrace tremble. He took it out for a look. On the side titled “Agmillar’s Labyrinth,” it felt like a bestseller suddenly going into a second printing. From its original fifteen pages, the diary quickly expanded to over thirty. A strand of thought entered his mind: Charles Mecklen has inherited the legacy of the Evil God Agmillar from the Labyrinth of the New Continent. Once mastery over more than fifteen labyrinths was obtained, a passage to the true Agmillar Labyrinth would open!

Charles’s eyes widened in disbelief. He knew the Evil Gods were tricky, but this tricky?

The original hint in the diary was: If the author fails to master fifteen labyrinths within the stipulated time and craft a sixteenth, proving their worth, they would lose the title of author and have their soul devoured by “Agmillar’s Labyrinth.”

However, it never mentioned that mastering more than fifteen labyrinths would open a passage to the real Agmillar Labyrinth!

In other words, if he controlled fewer than fifteen labyrinths within the time limit, the Evil God Agmillar would descend upon him; more than fifteen, and he would be delivered as an “extra meal” to the Evil God. Whether he succeeded or failed, he was doomed either way.

What was he to do?

After much contemplation, Charles cautiously thought, “The Old Continent has no influence from Agmillar, and not many are familiar with this evil deity. I found no relevant documents at Sheffield University. Augusladin High Priest mentioned that many cities in the New Continent have chosen maze-ification; there must be a way to resist Evil God Agmillar. To resolve this issue, it seems I’ll need to make a trip to the New Continent.”

“Only in the New Continent will I find the solution to deal with Evil God Agmillar.”

“I’ll take care of the present first, then consider the future.”

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Charles pocketed the diary and gazed at the sky.

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