The First Magic World War-Chapter 633 - 598, The Evil God emerges with full force

Chapter 633: 598, The Evil God emerges with full force Chapter 633: 598, The Evil God emerges with full force Charles, the “good friend” of the major empires, had suddenly gathered everyone in this quaint little restaurant.

Although Crown Prince Berenhir Yasa of the Lionheart Dynasty was of noble and extraordinary status, neither Julian nor Ban Lamarlock seemed uncomfortable, since both of their statuses in their respective countries were of the highest echelon.

Antonio, similar in rank to Retainer Lamarlock, was originally just the son of a count, but now he was already the Crown Prince of Fars.

Hmm, that’s quite uncommon.

Charles didn’t feel that he had a particularly good relationship with the Crown Prince, but the Lionheart Dynasty had always been the most friendly country toward him.

Even the royal family of Fars, before Brittany’s accession, had been more cordial, so he felt obliged to stand up and give the Crown Prince a big hug.

Berenhir smiled slightly, responded to Charles, and said, “This war might last a long time, the Four Great Empires must cooperate sincerely to withstand the attacks from the Evil Gods.”

Julian looked slightly surprised and asked, “Are the other Evil Gods also getting restless?”

Berenhir slightly nodded and replied, “Lord Borozhe has already used a secret technique to predict that the Evil Gods of the New Continent are going to swarm out.”

“Moreover, several Sacred-level individuals dispatched by the Lionheart Dynasty near the Agres Sea saw more than a dozen huge creatures floating and drifting in the sea, heading toward the Old Continent.”

This news was truly shocking, Ban Lamarlock’s face immediately tightened, and Charles couldn’t help but ask, “Crown Prince Berenhir, weren’t the Evil Gods of the New Continent fighting amongst themselves?

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How come they suddenly united?”

Berenhir shrugged his shoulders and answered, “How would I know that?

Probably no human knows why the Evil Gods suddenly fought amongst themselves, nor why they crossed the sea!”

“I do have a little speculation.

The Evil Gods may have gone too far, making life unbearable for the New Worlders, forcing them to relocate back to the Old Continent.

Those Evil Gods wouldn’t want to give up on these humans, after all…

humans are just fodder in the eyes of the Evil Gods!

So they have followed these migrants from the New Continent.”

Julian and Ban Lamarlock both slightly nodded, finding Berenhir’s explanation plausible.

Charles pondered slightly, always feeling that the sudden skirmish among the Evil Gods, even causing the fall of the Labyrinth Evil God Agmillar, must have a strong reason behind it!

The fact these Evil Gods would give up their disputes and traverse the sea was unbelievable and must also have a reason.

Simply pursuing humans couldn’t explain many things.

However, Berenhir’s speculation was the most logical so far, and even if Charles didn’t completely believe this might be the truth, he couldn’t find a reason to refute it.

With Berenhir’s insight, Charles suggested finding another place to convene, and proposed visiting his Mirror World.

The other three readily agreed, and Charles led the crucial young people of the three great empires into his Mirror World.

His Mirror World, incorporating at least ten thousand mirrors, could flawlessly replicate a minimum of twelve cities, even an Old Continent top-tier city like Strasbourg could be duplicated to at least a dozen streets.

Charles brought the three of them back to Street 58, Elysian Pastoral!

The Street 58, Elysian Pastoral in the Mirror World.

Julian and Berenhir Azar were both familiar with the place because in Annie MacLennan’s novels, there were often two addresses that appeared, one being Street 58, Elysian Pastoral, and the other No.

221B, Baker Street, Val de Vaz District.

Ban Lamarlock, not much of a novel reader, was more familiar with another “address”—698 South Riverside Avenue, Charlotte’s residence in Undone.

In the Mirror World, life was far more comfortable than in Xel City.

Charlotte had replicated the entire Elysian Pastoral Avenue, even duplicating the bustling crowds of the outside world.

However, these passersby were mere shadows, incapable of any response.

Charlotte took out coffee from the Mirror World and brewed a cup for everyone, saying, “The news that Berenhir brought is truly alarming—if the Evil God launches a full invasion of the Old Continent without the support of the Nine Great True Gods, we cannot win this war.”

“But!”

Charlotte recalled what the Serpent of Destiny had once said.

He felt that the Nine Great True Gods might not be able to help, but such disheartening words were unnecessary to mention as they served no purpose other than potentially undermining their resolve.

Berenhir nodded and said, “Indeed, without the support of the True Gods, we cannot win this war.

Fortunately, the Nine Great True Gods have always stood with humanity.

This is not a civil war among humankind, so we will definitely receive the intervention of the Nine Great True Gods, though we do not know when their divine light will descend.”

Julian and Ban Lamarlock had differing mindsets, the former being of the Blood Clan, the latter having his own issues with faith.

It wasn’t that Ban Lamarlock had an issue or that the Lamarlock Family had problems; it was the entire faith of the Inglima Empire that was problematic.

The three islands of Inglima had experienced seven conquests and three unifications.

People from various nations of the Old Continent had established over twenty kingdoms by crossing the sea, and now the Inglima Empire was the Red Dragon Dynasty founded by Duke Guillaume, the Grand Duke of Fars, who led his troops over the seas.

The current Red Dragon Emperor was Alfred Guillaume XV!

Indeed, the “god” worshipped by the Inglima Royal Family and most nobles was the Red Dragon God: Kinetius Guillaume!

However, no one knew whether this Red Dragon God truly existed or ascended to godhood.

All they knew was that he was an ancestor of the Guillaume Family.

In this respect, faith in Evil Gods was also rampant in the New World, merely suppressed by the Nine Great True Gods.

Charlotte, as the Favored of the Serpent of Destiny, could not answer this question either.

With Berenhir joining them, they had many more topics and talked for four or five hours, drinking lots of coffee, beer, and fruit wine before they all bid farewell.

As the Crown Prince of Lionheart, Berenhir could not be absent for too long.

Julian and Ban Lamarlock each had their own duties.

Charlotte escorted them out, didn’t return to the Mirror World, but instead went directly to Fars’ military base.

With Charlotte’s exceptional status, naturally, the best accommodations were arranged for him.

However, Xel City was originally small, and even if the entire city was commandeered as a battlefield for conflict with New World immigrants, the living conditions were not likely to improve.

Charlotte occupied the store of a sundry merchant.

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Most of the items were taken away by the owner, leaving behind things too worthless to steal which the ruffians of Fars had carried away, and the leftovers were things too cumbersome to move and of no value.

Although it had been cleaned, the room still smelled a bit odd, but Charlotte was not bothered; he was accustomed to the conditions, having lived in far worse places during his years of campaign.

The next morning, an unexpected visitor appeared.