The First Magic World War-Chapter 609 - 574, Solo Menilman

Chapter 609: 574, Solo Menilman Chapter 609: 574, Solo Menilman Charles raised his hand to signal that they should not disturb these people.

Although he had the ability to kill or even capture them, these individuals were clearly minor pawns following the immigration from the New Continent, unworthy of knowing too many secrets.

Charles needed to find some high-status immigrants from the New Continent to force information out of them.

Under the transformation into a beastman, he couldn’t use the “Bloody Glory” abilities, and if he were to use the power at the Sacred level, he would have to succeed in a single strike and then flee at full force so as not to allow the Evil God lurking in Manise City any time to react.

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Romios, Kresto, Menilman, and Princess May all understood Charles’ intent, so everyone froze, watching these individuals walk into the plant-overgrown streets, occasionally reaching out to extract something from the bodies of the pedestrians.

After watching for a while, Charles, struggling to suppress his anger, quietly said, “They are collecting food.”

Romios sighed and said, “Duke Mecklen!

Not all people from the New Continent are like this.”

Charles nodded, responding, “I know!”

Of course, Charles knew, as he had even been to the New Continent himself, encountering New Worlders who were quite normal, not as cruel-hearted as the ones before him.

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They could exterminate an entire city without any moral burden, and in the bodies of the city’s residents, they cultivated a certain special kind of food, harvesting batches of ripe fruits from them every day.

They treated their fellow humans like livestock.

Charles took a deep breath, thinking to himself, “I need to find the main culprit and kill him.”

Together, the five of them truly possessed the strength to kill a common Sacred level in a short time; even for a high-tier Sacred level, they were not without means of success.

Charles and the others observed for a while longer then bypassed the building, sneaking towards the city center.

After landing, most immigrants from the New Continent chose to settle in this city, where the original inhabitants had been annihilated through the Power of the Evil God, so this group chose to settle in the most luxurious buildings in the city, whether government buildings of Manise or noble mansions, treating themselves as the new masters of the city.

Normally, they did not need to work, relying on the food grown inside the bodies of local residents as their main sustenance, everyone would stay indoors, entertaining themselves without even interacting with each other.

It was clear to Charles, the demeanor of this group was not normal.

Although they retained their self-consciousness and various human behaviors, he believed that it was not long before the Evil God would harvest them too.

After much circling, Charles and his companions found themselves outside the Imperial Palace of Manise.

Although the Mazon Kingdom was a small one, its royal palace was built with great ambition, even rivaling the palaces of Fars and Inglima, imagining the heavy taxes the people of Mazon Kingdom had to pay to construct this luxurious palace, which even an extravagant emperor from the Five Great Empires would be bold to build, as most palaces were constructed gradually over generations.

The demise of the Mazon Kingdom, although unrelated to whether the Royal Family cherished their citizens like children, sparing their people, Charles still couldn’t help but think, “When I return to Mecklenburg, I’ll publish a book about how living too luxuriously as king invited natural disasters to destroy the kingdom.

But, I must not mention the name of the Mazon Kingdom, or else it would turn into an attack on a victimized nation.”

Romios quietly said, “Duke Mecklen, someone’s coming out.”

Charles tensed slightly because he saw a familiar face, the girl Zimmerman!

He was surprised to see a familiar face here, yet he felt no impulse to greet her.

Although he had fought side by side with this “Zimmerman,” they had no personal ties; Charles made no move, but Menilman beside him trembled slightly then gently reached out and patted Charles on the back, whispering, “When we return, tell my father that Menier misses him.”

Then, without looking back, he charged out, his Beastman transformation instantly revoked, reverting back to the form of The Empire’s First Rose, his longsword slashing downward at the girl Zimmerman.

Charles was alarmed; he too hastily reverted to human form and growled, “Stay hidden, do not engage!” He pushed his Quickness Technique to the limit, Blood Rose in hand, overtaking Menilman.

Menilman clenched his teeth—the sword light accelerated, pushing his swordsmanship to its peak.

The girl Zimmerman hadn’t expected an enemy attack, and that too from a Sacred level adversary; she gathered all her Fighting Spirit, but having ingested too many Divine Fragments, she was merely a High-Level Transcendent, nowhere near capable of withstanding Menilman’s full-powered strike.

As she was on the verge of death, she saw Charles and her face showed a slight surprise, making a plea for help, but before she could even cry out, Menilman cleaved her in two.

When Menilman’s strike landed, he was slightly surprised by the absence of the anticipated interception from Charles Meklen.

Just as he was about to speak, Charles’s Blood Rose suddenly struck.

A sword light flew out from the girl Zimmerman’s body, transforming magnificently, blazing like the brilliant sun.

Menilman, having just struck with all his might, was unable to gather his breath in time; although he positioned his sword across his chest, he knew he could not withstand it.

But Charles’s Blood Rose transformed quickly, not retreating an inch, catching the fierce attack.

All this occurred in the blink of an eye.

The appearance of the girl Zimmerman, Menilman’s strike, Charles’s pursuit…

But the script did not follow its expected course; with one strike, Menilman killed the girl Zimmerman, and from her body emerged a sword strike which should have killed Menilman but was intercepted by Charles.

Menilman regrouped, staring at the man who seemed to step out from the void; his eyes aflame, he whispered softly, “Wh-Wh-What…”

Charles covered his former classmate’s mouth with his hand, smiling broadly, and said, “Captain Huntington, haven’t you been well?”

The body of the girl Zimmerman dissipated like foam, inch by inch disappearing into thin air.

The man who stepped out from the void, handsome as a deity, unparalleled in grace and spirit, was none other than Zimmerman Axel Robin!

He smiled slightly and said, “Lord Mecklen!

You really do love to joke.

You have tainted my memory several times already, do you still wish to try?”

Charles let go of Menilman’s mouth, ran his hand through his hair, and said helplessly, “Might as well try, what if it succeeds?”

“It’s been a long time, Mr.

Zimmerman Axel Robin.”

Zimmerman also performed a graceful Imperial salute and said, “Indeed, it has been a long time!

Mr.

Charles Mecklen.”