The First Magic World War

The South Serif Restoration Army actually consisted of more than ten groups, and although nominally under the command of Jonathan, they were in fact not subordinated to each other.

During the siege of Interlaken City, under the counterattack of Grand Duke Joseph, at least three Restoration Army groups were shattered. Charles gathered and defeated one of the retreating groups from the Westwind Knights, captured another in an attempt to save Anatasiya, and virtually annihilated another. Now, the South Serif Restoration Army had dwindled to more than 40,000 troops in eleven groups.

The group led by Cyrus was the most powerful, comprising about 10,000 men.

The other two stronger groups of the Restoration Army had 6,000 to 7,000 troops each, subtly confronting Cyrus. Experience new stories on empire

The remaining groups varied in strength, relying solely on their imposing generals. The quality of their soldiers was not up to that of the Patrolling Army, nor that of the gangs in Lucavaro District, not even as good as the militias from Silver Pigeon Fort.

Charles selected three targets, all of which were the weakest of the lot.

After breaching one encampment, he headed straight for the second, not forgetting to check his weapons along the way.

Since acquiring two Hockwell Silver Rhinoceroses, Charles had also tried creating his own energy bullets. If he wanted to create Sixth Order bullets, one would take an entire day, which was not as beneficial as using that time for training. He only made a batch of First Order bullets for everyday use. However, the power of a First Order bullet only equated to a First Rank Transcendent's full-force attack, which was rather mediocre.

When ambushing the camp, long spears were inconvenient, and rapiers were highly unsuitable. He wielded a Hockwell Silver Rhinoceros in each hand, targeting only the remarkable South Serif officers.

Under Charles's dual guns, countless South Serif souls were lost. Although using just First Order Bloody Glory bullets, very few could withstand even one shot.

If one shot didn't do the job, Charles would fire two!

If two shots were insufficient, Charles would throw his Vampiric Hand Axe.

In assaulting the first encampment, Charles encountered no enemy that the Vampiric Hand Axe couldn't handle.

Although the battle was brief, half an hour was enough for the people of South Serif to react. As Charles approached the second encampment, he saw gun barrels protruding from the hastily built wooden fences. Although not numerous, they were enough to cause significant damage.

Charles didn't let the Westwind Knights charge forth, not yet accustomed to trading the lives of his soldiers for victory. With a wave of his hand, eighteen robust "big men" in armor charged with giant axes, meteor hammers, wolf fang clubs, spiked clubs, and heavy war hammers.

The sparse firing began from within the Restoration Army camp, but bullets bounced off or penetrated these men without eliciting any response, their momentum bringing panic to the soldiers inside the camp.

A somewhat disheveled South Serif Restoration Army officer muttered, "This is the Westwind Knights, capable of fighting Cyrus's troops to a stalemate. Had I not fled quickly, I would have been killed just now."

Another officer, somewhat annoyed, scolded, "Don't talk such nonsense!"

"You didn't even try to resist; you just dropped your soldiers and ran, a total disgrace to our South Serif people."

The disheveled South Serif Restoration Army officer, the leader of the recently routed encampment, had no awareness of defending against a midnight raid. By the time he woke from sleep, the entire encampment was in disarray and could no longer organize a counterattack, which was why he fled alone.

When Charles stormed his camp, there was no enemy that two bullets and the Vampiric Hand Axe couldn't handle, simply because the strongest leader had quietly slipped away, offering no resistance.

Olay, observing the enemy charging like "beastmen," felt a chill in his heart. He now somewhat regretted his decision to stand alone, pondering, "If I had agreed to join Cyrus's army, at least there would be a Sacred Order to rely on, no need to fear these terrifying fellows."

A warrior wielding a meteor hammer suddenly leapt high, hurling the weapon which smashed fiercely onto the fort's fence, shattering it with immense force.

Olay roared and brandished his Knight's Spear to block the meteor hammer warrior. After a brief clash, he attempted to deflect the enemy's hammer, but the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit from his spear weighed heavily on his heart. He couldn't help but blurt out in a loud shout, "High-Level Transcendent!"

A deep voice chuckled and muttered, "Drink after the fight! Drink after the fight..."

While the warrior with the meteor hammer was blocked, the other seventeen warriors stormed into the camp, slaughtering wildly like eighteen pure war machines.

Dobin witnessed this scene and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, whispering, "Are these Bear People that terrifying?"

Indeed, these eighteen valiant warriors were the eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors, who had transformed into Labyrinth Guardians, and it seemed there were no issues even outside the Labyrinth.

These eighteen massive bears had long forgotten that they were Beastmen and should have stood with the Byron Empire. Instead, they became the most loyal guards by Charles's side.

Charles also couldn't help but swallow his saliva, thinking, "So NPCs and Labyrinth Guardians are completely different. NPCs barely change and remain human, but Labyrinth Guardians are no longer alive; they are a group of Evil Spirits, devoid of life, emotion, reason, or even desires. They cannot reproduce, cannot think, and can only act according to some bizarre rules..."

"The Evil God is indeed an Evil God!"

The eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors that stormed into the second fort obliterated all resistance in a flash, despite the fort leader's attempt to hold them back. But he could only barely resist the mighty bear onslaught. When a companion bear had slain more than a dozen Southseraph people, seeing the mighty bear still struggling, he threw a newly captured Knight's Spear, penetrating the still-brave warrior through the back and pinning him to the ground.

Olay coughed up blood in great gushes, seeing no chance of survival.

His camp broke down in an instant, all the Southseraph people fleeing in madness.

Charles waved his hand, and all his troops attacked together, sweeping up this routed army toward the third camp.

This time, Charles did not lead the charge himself, but still let the eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors forcefully breach the fort, employing no clever tactics. Once they broke through, he directed the main forces to reap the results of the battle.

Having crushed the third enemy camp, Charles unhesitatingly ordered a retreat, personally covering the rear. He displayed no reluctance to fight further nor was he blinded by the rich spoils of war.

By the time Cyrus arrived with the main army for rescue, he only saw three flattened camps, seething with furious roars.

This campaign!

Charles's overnight conquest of three large camps spread both inside and outside the walls of Mostal Fort.

His fame was immense, unmatched!

It made those Southseraph people, who had only heard of Charles Mecklen's fierce reputation, truly see how brutal the Westwind Knights' Commander was.

Charles hadn't expected that squashing a soft fruit would garner him such renown.

Well, that was very un-Charles.