The First Magic World War

Anne was a bit nervous and said in a low voice, "Don't go!"

Charles patted her on the shoulder and said, "It's alright, I've reached the Sacred level now."

Anne was just about to say that he was only at the Nineteenth Rank...

But Charles had already flown out of the Mist, confronting Idhela in the air.

Indeed, Charles was only at the Nineteenth Rank, but if it really came to a duel, those at the Twentieth or even the Twenty-first Rank might not be his match, any higher... perhaps not.

However, with a Quickness Technique amplified up to ×27, further boosted by the Red-Blue Rattlesnake to reach ×32, and the help of Ysamiel from the Mirror World, he wasn't afraid of The Witch of Dreams.

If it really came to a fight, he could also summon four wives who were Evil Gods and two children of Evil Gods; regardless of whether they were his real family, he found them very handy to use.

Idhela pulled back the hood of her cloak with one hand, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, smiling enchantingly and asked, "I'm very curious, how can you, Duke Mecklen, still wield the Power of the Evil God Agmilas?"

Charles bluffed without hesitation, smiling slightly, "I am from the Blood Clan!"

He spread his arms wide, and a layer of Stellar Battle Qi shrouded him. After reaching the Sacred level, the Stellar Battle Qi surged like dazzling stars, bright and blinding!

There were countless members of the Blood Clan in the New Continent, and even among the five Peak Holy Order, two were from the Blood Clan. Naturally, Idhela recognized the Stellar Battle Qi of the Asilo Clan. Her enchanting face showed surprise, and she asked incredulously, "Are you using the Blood Ancestor's power to harness the Labyrinth Evil God's power?"

Charles nodded. To him, fooling anyone was a win, and deceiving these New Worlders didn't weigh on his conscience.

He didn't quite understand what Idhela meant by asking why he could still manipulate the power of Agmilas. After all, Charles was from the Old Continent and didn't have as deep an understanding of the Evil Gods as the New Worlders did—he also didn't know that after the fall of an Evil God, others couldn't use its powers.

This type of knowledge, common to New Worlders, left Charles completely in the dark.

But after all, he was a transmigrator, and even without knowing this secret, he still chose the answer that was most beneficial to himself.

Idhela was initially somewhat disappointed, thinking she wasn't from the Blood Clan. But then her eyes brightened, and she murmured, "Using the power of an Evil God to fight against the power of the Evil God? Is this the method?"

"This opens up an entirely new path!"

"We New Worlders are already crazy, but I didn't expect the people from the Old Continent to be even crazier!"

"No, Charles is from the Blood Clan, their Evil Gods aren't that insane, completely different from the Evil Gods of the New Continent."

"However, if I find some people to try this, I might actually discover a method."

Thinking this, Idhela smiled lightly and said, "This information is very important to me! To thank you, I've decided not to kill you."

Charles smiled faintly and asked, "How do you plan to kill me?"

Idhela laughed softly, and suddenly vanished from Charles's sight.

Charles didn't hesitate, took a step back, and stepped into the Mirror World, leaving behind more than a dozen Magic Mirrors in reality.

In the Mirror World, Charles saw Idhela again. He smiled faintly and said, "Dreamscape!?"

Idhela hadn't expected that Charles could break through her Dreamscape in such a manner. She had intended to pull Charles into the Dreamscape, seal all his special abilities, and manipulate him at will. However, she didn't anticipate that Charles was also proficient in the special abilities of the Van Gaal Family.

Idhela had indeed heard that some members of the Blood Clan could master other families' special abilities. In the New Continent, most Blood Clan members could use some abilities outside their own family. Additionally, the other two Peak Holy Order individuals from the Blood Clan in the New Continent were each fluent in more than three other families' special abilities.

She didn't find it odd nor was she discouraged by the failure of her Dreamscape. She floated to one of the Magic Mirrors, reaching out to gently touch its surface.

Charles immediately sensed a force of dreamscape power seeping into his Mirror World.

Charles' Mirror World was incredibly vast, extending even to the Agres Sea and encompassing areas like Mosuli and Hekolon in the Christopher region of the New Continent.

As the power of the dreamscape infiltrated, it quickly formed a ten-kilometer dreamscape within the Mirror World. Idhela wandered within it, but she could only see the vast ocean, unable to find any living beings or anything else beyond the sky and the sea.

She was slightly shocked, thinking, "How could Charles Mecklen's consciousness be so vast?"

"How can my Dreamscape not capture him?"

Charles didn't dare to personally try entering the Dreamscape of a Peak Sacred level individual, but just because he didn't dare, does it mean no one else did? Charles put his fingertip to his mouth and let out a dashing whistle. Isemeren cracked a slight smile and appeared beside him, stepping into Idhela's Dreamscape in a single stride.

When Idhela realized someone had broken into her Dreamscape, she was overjoyed. She stimulated the Dreamscape, transforming herself into a girl with the pure eyes of a fawn. Upon seeing someone approach, she pretended to trip and cried out loudly, "Help, save me."

Then she saw a tall Evil God, composed entirely of skeletons, dressed in cheap paper-thin black suit, carrying a trident, slowly approach.

Even though Isemeren had fallen, and even the remnants of his divine body had been divided up, dropping him to the Peak Sacred level, he was still an Evil God. Appearing in the Dreamscape, he exuded no hint of benevolence, radiating sheer viciousness.

Idhela couldn't help but exclaim, "My Great Evil God! Just what kind of being is Charles? Isn't he from the Blood Clan? This clearly is an Undead!?"

"Could it be that he didn't just control two Evil Gods, but actually three?"

Isemeren didn't have any compassion for the tender and innocent girl with pure fawn-like eyes. He wasn't a person after all!

Facing the pitiful girl, he didn't hesitate to raise his trident and savagely stab down.

Idhela had no choice but to hold up her hands, conjuring a sea of flowers to fend off the trident, while also hastily retreating to put distance between herself and this sinister being.

Charles sat in the Mirror World, watching the fight between Idhela and Isemeren, wishing he had a bucket of popcorn—or even a serving of fries would do—as he occasionally glanced outside, where in the world outside the Mirror World, Idhela was smiling gracefully, her hand pressed against the Magic Mirror, equally on full alert.

Charles shook his head, murmuring to himself, "So this is how interesting a battle above the Sacred level can be."

"No wonder Protagora could sweep through the Blood Clan back in the day. With so many special abilities, even in Sacred level combat, Bloody Glory still has a big advantage!"

Idhela's hands moved as chaotic as falling flowers. Dreamwalkers aren't skilled in hand-to-hand combat, not even at the Peak Holy Order. She was actually getting a sweat beating on her back in her own Dreamscape...