The First Magic World War

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Cyrus did not order the troops to pursue the attack; he knew Charles's craftiness and that Charles had a Mama Karen by his side. Moreover, Charles had chosen a night of darkness and high winds, conditions unsuitable for the deployment of a large army.

Although his rage was beyond measure, Cyrus was after all a qualified commander. He took advantage of the situation to regroup the defeated troops from three major camps and retreated to his own camp.

Charles returned to his camp and, not having seen Lady Southseraph's forces pursue him, finally felt at ease.

He first allowed the warriors who had sallied forth to rest, ordered the warriors who had remained behind to strengthen their vigilance, and then returned to his carriage. After eating something and practicing Bloody Glory to restore his spirits, he replayed the midnight raid in his mind.

Charles thought of the eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors and couldn't help but associate them with the Radiant Magic Array he had seen when the Duke Ferdinand Couple was attacked, as well as the Prime Blood Limit he had witnessed near Jonathan.

He pondered to himself, "I've heard that the beastmen also have this kind of Defensive Magic Circle called Beast God Protection. I wonder if these eighteen Hunchback Red Bears are capable of it?"

Charles gave it a moment's thought and felt it was unlikely. To form a Radiant Magic Array or a Prime Blood Limit, at minimum, everyone involved had to be Transcendent. Where would ordinary people get the Fighting Spirit, or any other Energy?

Without Supernatural Power, how could one construct a Supernatural Defensive Magic Circle?

After a bit of thought, Charles dismissed the idea. He was not using any lavish darkness, only a regular military carriage at present.

Generals who didn't share hardships with their subordinates yet still won battles have never been rare throughout history. However, Charles admitted to himself that he didn't have the ability to do so, as he wasn't even an armchair military strategist, so he honestly used a standard military carriage.

Fortunately, even a standard military carriage had ample space. Living in it alone, he did not feel cramped.

Upon reflection, Charles felt that he hadn't gained much experience and knew that it was unlikely he would become an excellent military strategist. Lacking sharpness on the battlefield, his few battles to date were purely due to the weakness of his opponents and his own good luck, so he decided not to make a greater effort.

Just as he was about to step out of the carriage for some fresh air, his vision blurred slightly, and he found himself on a vast grassland blooming with flowers, with exceptionally stunning scenery.

Then, Charles saw a person he absolutely did not want to see—Cyrus.

He couldn't help but ask, "Cyrus, how do you always manage to enlist Mama Karen's help?"

Cyrus said indifferently, "How about we have a direct confrontation in reality just once?"

Charles spat and responded, "That would be murder!"

Cyrus replied, "If I truly wanted to kill someone, Mama Karen would definitely stop me. I need you now. Let me defeat you in public just once, and I'll grant you a military achievement for the relief of Fort Mostar."

Charles stroked his chin and said, "But I don't trust you!"

"Don't talk about making vows."

"I feel that you would rather break your vow than kill me."

Cyrus smiled faintly and said, "If you don't agree, I will send a letter to Fort Mostar, asking them to hand over your parents and elder brother. I'll withdraw my troops, and I'm sure they will agree."

Charles cursed fiercely, "You are shameless! Cyrus, you've changed, become shameless. You're a hero of South Serif, how can you do such a shameless thing?"

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Cyrus had really thought he had killed Charles's entire family, but as the war dragged on, how could he not seek more information about Charles? Discovering Charles Meklen's identity was not difficult, he had merely been temporarily misled, and such a matter could not possibly remain hidden.

With a faint smile, Cyrus said, "It's not that I haven't killed before, I just killed the wrong person, that's all."

"As for a hero... sorry, a hero can't save South Seraph. Only a bloodthirsty, ruthless Demon King can bring about the rebirth of South Seraph."

"For South Seraph, I can sacrifice myself, I can go to hell, I can abandon all self-respect and morals, I can even abandon... hatred."

"I need to defeat you publicly once, to solidify my position in the South Ceraph Reclamation Army."

"You need a great military achievement, and if my intelligence is correct, you're still the Clerk Chief, right?"

Charles wanted to retort, "Clerk Chief? I quit that position long ago."

But then he felt that the Twenty-Ninth First Class Assistant Manager didn't seem like a high-ranking position either, so he didn't refute Cyrus's remarks and said, "I actually don't need it that much."

Seeing Charles so "stubborn", Cyrus brought out the last thing he wanted to use, a trump card, and said in a low voice: "If you don't agree, I will write down all your embarrassing stories in Behemoth Duchy, and send them to that young lady in Strasbourg."

Charles burst into a laugh and said, "What embarrassing stories could I possibly have?"
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Cyrus watched Charles quietly, feeling a slight admiration for the guy's "resilience" and said, "My messenger will arrive shortly, if you agree, we'll duel at the foot of Mostar Fortress tomorrow, and if not, weigh the consequences yourself."

Cyrus turned around, about to exit the Dreamscape, when Charles, teeth itching with frustration, suddenly filled his voice with energy and shouted, "Let's have a fight."

In Cyrus's hand, the Black Knight's Lance magically appeared, and he lunged at Charles with even greater speed than before.

Charles's Blood Rose also appeared suddenly in his hand, and with a slight twist, he repelled Cyrus's Black Knight's Lance. He unfurled all the sword techniques of the Asiluo Clan and parried three consecutive strikes, then suddenly letting out a clear whistle, his longsword exuded a faint golden aura as he took a risky counterattack.

Cyrus raised his arm to meet the Blood Rose in a head-on clash, incredibly failing even to pierce his skin with the Colorless Blade. Charles couldn't help but praise, "Your Steel Bones are becoming more refined, are you not worried that you'll become too hard and won't be able to soften up in the future?"

Cyrus completely failed to understand such a poor joke and kicked out, only for Charles to stretch out his foot to block and retreat with the momentum.

Just as Cyrus was about to activate his Knight's Spear to continue the attack, Charles directly exited the Dreamscape. He knew he could not defeat Cyrus and just wanted to make him uncomfortable. Holding the Black Knight's Lance, did Cyrus realize he had been played by Charles, just to make him feel awkward and uncomfortable?

Cyrus, maintaining his posture with both hands on the lance, pointed forward obliquely, and it was a while before he placed a document on the ground and gracefully exited the Dreamscape.

After the two young men had left, Mama Karen finally appeared leisurely. With a gentle wave of her hand, all the documents burst open, and the writing from within floated up into the air.

There were the names of more than thirty women, all female.

Behind each name were their "adventures" with Charles.

There were affairs between Charles and the wife of a certain Baron, the anecdotes of Charles being pursued and running naked through the streets, the legend of Charles spending a fortune to win a beauty's favor for a night...

Mama Karen perused for a while, murmuring to herself, "It's not complete!"