The First Magic World War-Chapter 241 - : 236. War is truly a terrible thing.
Chapter 241: 236. War is truly a terrible thing.
A werewolf suddenly woke from his sleep and let out a long howl to the sky, which disturbed the slumbering beastman warriors. Numerous beastman warriors were awakened, but most of them, upon seeing it was just a werewolf howling, went back to sleep. Isn’t a werewolf howling a normal occurrence?
A werewolf that doesn’t howl at midnight is not a proper werewolf at all.
It was only this werewolf who wore a puzzled expression, sensing an evil energy trying to invade his body, stirring his fighting spirit to resist, which is what had awakened him.
He looked around left and right but noticed nothing, and then he fell back into a deep sleep.
Charles was hiding not far away, shook his head, and gave up on corrupting this werewolf.
Machu Picchu was not far from Strasbourg and was once a fortress of the ancient Orc Kingdom. Although now in ruins, it still hosted several beastman armies for temporary encampments.
Charles, following the beastman army, had also returned to Machu Picchu, and using the Triple Maze, he concealed the Westwind Knighthood and the merchant groups and attempted to transform some of the beastman warriors into Labyrinth Guardians.
He had only tried to convert eighteen Hunchback Red Bear Warriors and prisoners from Silver Pigeon Fort. This time, he encountered problems he had not faced before when trying to convert on a larger scale.
Transforming into Labyrinth Guardians actually involved using a strand of Agmilas’s evil energy to corrupt the creatures that entered the maze, turning them into Evil Spirits.
But Agmilas was not omnipotent. When beastman soldiers gathered in one place in significant numbers, or if the rank of beastman Transcendents was slightly higher, this transformation would fail and be resisted by the beastman warriors.
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Taoles couldn’t help but say, “We are on the Old Continent, not the New World. The glorious light of the nine True Gods is intense here and protects us. You better reduce your contact with the power of such Evil Gods as Agmilas.”
Charles gave a bitter smile and said, “I know.”
In the Old Continent, aside from the vampires, hardly anyone worships Evil Gods.
The New World also worships the nine True Gods, but their power is slightly lacking there, leading many people to worship Evil Gods instead. Agmilas is particularly popular among New Worlders, and many cities in the New World are maze-ified to protect their inhabitants.
As Augustine, the High Priest, was aware of Agmilas, so, of course, was Taoles, who was a bit worried about Charles delving too deeply.
Charles couldn’t explain that he was already in too deep.
Although Charles Mecklen worshipped Lady Black Moon and attended Sheffield University, which was under her protection, his path of transcendence followed Bloody Glory. Though he did not worship the gods of the Blood Clan, he still belonged to the realm of evil energy.
Later, Charles Mecklen, in his pursuit of transcendence, summoned the Evil God…
That turned out to be an even more tragic affair.
After that came the story of Huang Haisheng. In his total ignorance, he came into contact with that scroll and absorbed the aura of Agmilas, inadvertently drawing the attention of two Evil Gods and nearly losing his life.
If Charles had a choice, he wouldn’t want it either, but his predecessor had already gone too far down this dark path, leaving no chance for changing it. He even thought that if he had been transported back to when Charles Mecklen was still at university, he would definitely choose the path of transcendence under Lady Black Moon, even if he couldn’t master the Dark Breath technique, he could still try becoming a Dark Moon sorcerer.
Daylight was fast approaching, and the beastman army resting in Machu Picchu gradually began to move out, leaving behind a mess at the site.
Charles quietly sensed the NPC tag he had laid down as he moved with the beastman army towards Strasbourg, which was gradually being eradicated.
NPCs differ from Labyrinth Guardians; although the master of the labyrinth can assign tasks to NPCs, and NPCs can carry a few tasks, they are not controllable—once he left the labyrinth, Charles could only sense the location of the NPCs at most.
It was the first time he learned that the markings of NPCs could be erased.
If it were only Charles alone, then a High-Level Transcendent leading hundreds could dismantle this labyrinth, but if the labyrinth had enough NPCs, even Labyrinth Guardians, it could withstand armies several times its size.
This was also why many cities in the New Continent chose to undergo Maze-ification—because the power of Agmilas could indeed fend off the omnipresent evil spirits, weirdness, demons, beasts, and other crises of the New Continent.
The greatest advantage of the labyrinth’s power was “secrecy.”
It was easiest to unleash its power when the selected targets were utterly unaware; once detected, its power was not hard to deal with.
Charles had also discovered that it was quite effective against the Blood Clan, who were also “evil spirits,” but against ordinary Transcendents, it was very average. Lord Leo was once trapped in the labyrinth and couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried, but the former president of Liemar Detective Agency, Aubrey Barrington Atwood, had managed to escape.
At the time, he thought it was an accident, but now it seemed… It was not.
Previously, Charles had not delved deeply, but now that he had a deeper understanding, he felt more and more that the power of the labyrinth was not sustainable.
Agmilas was still just an overseas Evil God and was not nearly as benevolent and imposing as the nine True Gods!
Belisa had, like Taoles, spent a long time in Machu Picchu. She had already sensed the peculiarities of this ancient ruin of the Orc Kingdom’s fortress. Although Charles never mentioned it, she had read many books, especially about matters from the New Continent due to her association with the lady of Grand Duke Joseph. She guessed that Machu Picchu was a labyrinth.
She now deeply loved this city.
Belisa chose the path of the Extreme Flyer because she felt it brought freedom.
The freedom she experienced living in Machu Picchu was far more delightful than being by the side of Grand Duke Joseph’s lady. She could do anything she wanted without constantly trembling in fear that a slight mistake might lead to scolding and punishment by her master.
In Machu Picchu, she was one of the masters, not a maid anymore.
Belisa was not as worried as Taoles—she murmured in her heart, “Actually, Maze-ification isn’t so bad! So many cities in the New Continent have undergone it.”
However, she wouldn’t dare say this to Taoles—who was a covenantor of the gods. Although she never showed zealotry in her beliefs, Taoles was definitely one of the most steadfast believers in the Old Continent.
Charles clapped his hands and said, “Ladies, help me to continue guarding Machu Picchu.”
“I want to see for myself the war between the Orc army and Strasbourg.”
“I will take away all of the Labyrinth Guardians. You will have to rely on your own strength, and the Westwind Knights left here, to cope with the Orc army.”
Taoles said, “I will help you watch the home; go with an easy mind!”
Charles waved his hand, took an entire hundreds-strong team of “Orcs,” and left Machu Picchu quietly. This was the entire result of his transforming Labyrinth Guardians.
As she saw Charles leave, Taoles turned to Belisa and said, “War is truly a terrible thing.”
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