The First Magic World War-Chapter 591 - 557, the 38th year of the Black Moon

Chapter 591: 557, the 38th year of the Black Moon Chapter 591: 557, the 38th year of the Black Moon When Charles first transmigrated to this world, he knew about the sacred covenant, “The Laws of the Gods,” which the nine divine beings who governed this world had established in an indescribable ancient era.

It dictated that the gods would take turns ruling the world every hundred years, a period called an Era.

At the time of his arrival, it was the thirty-fifth year of Lady Black Moon’s governance.

Now it had already reached the thirty-eighth year of Black Moon.

If all went well in Charles’s life, he could live to see the day when the Serpent of Destiny would take over the Era, which was not too far in the future, merely sixty or so years away.

If Charles chose not to ascend to the Divine level, he would likely be able to live the rest of his days in comfortable retirement.

After all, there was nothing happier for God’s Favored than to live in the Era of the God they worshiped.

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After waking up, Charles immediately had his subordinates search the library for a copy of “The Laws of the Gods,” as he had never actually seen this document before.

The Laws of the Gods were a set of rules agreed upon by gods, or rather—a law that circulated only among the divine beings!

The true original text of The Laws of the Gods did not exist in the human world.

All the versions circulating in the market were summaries made by humankind, and no one knew whether the descriptions of the gods in those texts were accurate!

Charles felt dizzy and overwhelmed as he read and failed to find the flaws in The Laws of the Gods, let alone how he might alter an Era.

Charles thought perhaps the versions of The Laws of the Gods he found were incomplete and ordered several more versions to be found, but still, he saw no signs of what he was looking for.

He gathered all his subordinates for several meetings but still could not grasp the concept, and he suddenly found himself missing his teacher, Juno.

When it came to researching the Divine level, Juno was peerless.

In recent days, Charles had also received some news; three nations conquered by the New Worlders had cut off all communication with the outside world.

No news had come from them, and several groups of hired adventurers who had entered the countries had disappeared without a trace.

Even the New World Conference’s free zone had sent dozens of documents explaining the importance of this matter.

Romios had even taken the initiative to offer to lead a group of people to assist Charles with this issue.

Although the free zone of the New World Conference was nominally loyal to the Duke Mecklen family, both sides knew the reality of their relationship.

Charles had never thought he could command these proud New Worlders, nor did they consider Charles a monarch to serve.

Hence, this proactive offer to help was especially precious.

Charles knew it, and so did the seven chairpersons of the New World Conference.

They understood that such a precedent should not be set, but now it was a necessary compromise.

Otherwise, the Evil God’s proliferation could cause unrelenting turmoil and countless deaths.

In the end, everyone would be affected; the Evil God did not distinguish between them and us.

Although Charles valued the information from Red Hawk, he had not seen it as extremely critical.

After all, he himself had clashed with the Evil God!

He had even slain Agmilas, though not solely by his own power.

However, with such a victory in his past, Charles was not afraid of the Evil God, even maintaining a slight psychological edge.

When documents from the New World Conference poured in, along with the Serpent of Destiny’s warning, Charles finally elevated the importance of this issue to the highest level and issued a document requesting the New World Conference to send representatives to Mecklenburg to discuss the situation.

Only a few days after Charles sent out his document, Romios arrived with a team of nearly a hundred people aboard a Magical Alchemy Warship to Mecklenburg.

Coming by sea was much more convenient than traveling by land, especially since the three small nations they aimed to resolve issues with—the Mazon Kingdom, Gothlandburg, and the Duchy of Calabria—were all coastal states and had thus been the first targets of the New Continent’s fleet.

These New Worlders, some had left the Old Continent when they were young, others were born on the New Continent and had never seen the splendor of the Old Continent.

Hmm, those who had been fortunate enough to witness the prosperity of the Old Continent and had fought their way to Black Phoenix City, had already been captured by Charles.

Romios, Idhela, Abelia, and others felt even more poignant when they saw Red Hawk; they didn’t know that Red Hawk had long since become a “traitor.” They thought she was dissatisfied with her position in the free zone of the New Continent and had angrily defected to Charles’s side, and now she even commanded a fleet, doing quite well for herself.

However, they weren’t envious.

They were different from Red Hawk.

Red Hawk’s fleet had been destroyed by the Evil God Tuolerdan, leaving her alone.

Furthermore, when peace arrived and contracts were signed, because she was neither a speaker nor did she have subordinates, she was only assigned a small village.

Defecting to Charles made perfect sense, whereas they had cities, armies, and vast wealth brought over from the New Continent, no reason to defect to Charles.

The kind of defection they were considering wasn’t like the nominal kind occurring now.

Charles received this group of New Worlders in the largest Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

In the Old Continent, residences and official dwellings were usually not separate; for example, the Foreign Minister’s official residence was both his living space and his office.

However, Charles, as a modern individual, couldn’t quite accept this arrangement.

He disliked his private life being disturbed and chose to work in the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

As someone from the modern era, he well understood the power of religion.

The Old Continent had faith in the Gods, but it lacked an institution like the church.

Since this world did not yet have churches, Charles had no plans of allowing one to be established.

Almost everyone in the Old Continent knew that the power group with the most individuals of Sacred level was never any Empire’s Royal Family, but rather the Priesthood of the Nine Great True Gods.

These priests, who shunned worldly affairs to devote themselves to austere practice, often received the True Gods’ favor and experienced a boost in their spirituality.

If they were ever to form a closely-knit church with power structures, it would become the greatest challenger to secular authority.

On Earth, the church’s power had once been above the monarch’s, even requiring the pope to officiate an Emperor’s coronation – anything otherwise would be improper.

Charles did not want such a situation to arise on the Old Continent.

Therefore, he built the Temple within the university and set up his office there, forming the initial framework of a trinity of power, the Scholastic Faction, and the Divine Faction.

He endeavored to turn this into a tradition, culture, and system within his lifetime, using various means to proclaim that deviating from this was not legitimate.

He’d even formalize it in the law.

As for other underhanded tactics, Charles was known for using whatever was available, without caring if it was honorable, only if it was effective.

Sitting in the grand office of the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, Charles suddenly remembered something – Juno had once left him a notebook.

At the time, because Charles had not yet been promoted to the Sacred level, he did not read it closely and only flipped through a few pages.

But that was all unimportant.

What was important was, how could he only think of it now?

When he was searching for The Laws of the Gods, he should have immediately remembered that his teacher left him an important document.

With this thought, sweat poured down Charles’s forehead, as heavy as rain.

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