The First Magic World War-Chapter 600 - 566, Evil God’s Family Wine (Seeking monthly tickets, updated with 10,000 words)

Chapter 600: 566, Evil God’s Family Wine (Seeking monthly tickets, updated with 10,000 words) Chapter 600: 566, Evil God’s Family Wine (Seeking monthly tickets, updated with 10,000 words) Charles mustered every trick in his arsenal to settle the four women properly, then immediately began arranging the departure.

This time, he had his own subordinates, a batch of Sacred-level from the New Continent, plus Menilman and Princess May, Adossa, and Sophia Garanord.

Charles really felt that not to mention the Evil God, even he was scared of himself.

This time, Charles had no intention of using the military or the fleet.

His Ghost Fleet had already been dispersed, serving as escort and cargo ships; after all, most of the Ghost Ships were originally merchant vessels and had been assigned to different transport fleets.

Thus, he did not plan on bringing hundreds of Ghost Ships, even though it would have been impressive.

To oppose the Evil God, two Legendary Warships would suffice.

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With the Holy Light Divine State Title and the Emilia Vessel, as well as the Sacred-level from the New Continent and his subordinates, in addition to Menilman, Princess May, Adossa, and Sophia Garanord, they were ready to wage war against the Evil God.

Charles busied himself the entire night preparing various supplies.

Watching the sky brighten, he sent people to gather the crew and decided not to leave the Holy Light Divine State Title, opting instead to rest a while on the sofa in his Captain’s Cabin.

When he woke up, he found four blankets draped over him, with no recollection of how they got there.

He took out the Voyage Log to communicate with Amon, ensuring that everything was “normal” on the Holy Light Divine State Title and ready to set sail.

He then sent a Great Act Devil to check the headcount, making sure everyone was aboard before he gave the order to depart.

After several wars, the Holy Light Divine State Title had undergone significant changes.

Although Charles couldn’t know all the upgrades that this Legendary Warship had received, he was aware of some enhancements, like the fact that this Legendary Warship could also appear in another dimension.

Charles had already inquired with Romios, who did not know which Evil God was adept at manipulating plants.

Among the thirty-six Great Evil Gods from the New Continent, none were known for their prowess with plants.

This was good news, indicating that the Evil God who had infiltrated the Mazon Kingdom with the immigrant fleet was not one of the thirty-six, and might not be as formidable.

However, it was also bad news, as it meant Charles had no way to devise an appropriate strategy in advance, even though he had never developed any remarkable tactics before.

Charles had another option: entering another dimension to seek guidance from a few genuine Divine Creatures.

He suspected they would surely know.

Although it was a bit risky, after a moment’s hesitation, Charles still entered another dimension after the two Legendary Warships had set sail.

Inside another void, the Holy Light Divine State Title transformed into a majestic palace, floating upon the sea under an endless black expanse.

For the first time, Charles entered this space in a non-combat state and couldn’t help but linger with his gaze, under the seemingly peaceful endless black sky.

Suddenly a meteor streaked across, and out of sheer curiosity, he focused and scrutinized what was under the pure white luminescence—a colossal skull lay sleeping within the light, looking utterly sacred.

But how could such an immense skull possibly relate to the Sacred level?

As Charles was lost in his jumbled thoughts, his chest suddenly burst open, and countless eyes emerged, with a faint voice calling out, “Daddy!

Don’t look at Hylda!.”

Charles hurriedly looked down to see each eye harboring a sanctified skull, with blazing white flames burning in their sockets.

The eyes soon exploded one by one.

When all the eyes that had emerged from his chest had combusted, Charles felt sweat sliding down his forehead and sensed that if not for Amon substituting himself for him, his fate would not have been much better than those eyes.

Instead, it would have been him consumed by the Evil Force.

Charles dared not look up again.

The last time he faced countless Evil Gods, he had merely enhanced his spirituality a little, which was evidently protected by the Serpent of Destiny.

Moreover, not just this time, as long as he was in the real world, he was under the protection of the Nine Great True Gods, which greatly weakened the power of the Evil Gods.

But in this space, the power of the Evil Gods could be fully transmitted, and he had almost ceased to exist just now.

Charles sincerely said, “Amon, my son, thank you.”

Amon didn’t make a sound for a long while, making Charles feel even guiltier.

He thought that by substituting for him, Amon had withstood the force of that Hylda and was badly hurt, unable to respond for the time being.

The colossal skull remained serene as if feeling nothing and as if everything that had just happened was unrelated to it.

But in an instant, two massive eyeballs suddenly formed in its empty sockets, composed of countless smaller eyes, creating an indescribable and eerie presence.

Then, with a silent piercing shriek, the skull’s eye sockets exploded, hurling numerous pristine white bone shards that enveloped the strange eyes and detached from the pure white light.

On board the Holy Light Divine State Title, in an empty courtyard, Amon looked somewhat lonely at the endless black void, murmuring to himself, “Daddy exerted all his strength to draw Hylda’s attention, yet I missed the opportunity to capture it.

I was so close, just a little more, if it had revived just a moment later, that great skull would have been mine!”

Amon spread his small hands, which held numerous shattered bones.

He gazed at them with covetousness and longing before opening his mouth and swallowing them all.

After consuming the bone shards, Amon’s eyes gained an additional sparkle.

At this time, Charles had already found Omibella, who was alone in a lavish palace, forlornly gazing at the sky in the absence of war; the five Divine Creatures of the Holy Light Divine State Title did not stay together.

Her palace was filled with Blood Servants, and Charles could even recognize some as the enemies who had perished in previous wars!

Fine!

That’s not important.

Charles cleared his throat, but before he could speak, Omibella, both shocked and delighted, turned around as if she was about to throw herself into his arms.

Charles was terrified and shuddered at the thought.

He really feared Omibella might pounce on him, and he didn’t know whether to turn tail and run or just run for it.

After all, Omibella was no ordinary woman; she was a bona fide Evil God, and probably one of the high-ranking ones at that.

Omibella couldn’t help but say, “Why have you come to see me again?

Shouldn’t a man be building his career, aspiring to greatness?

How can you sink into the allure of beauty and be delayed by the tenderness of home?”

Charles thought to himself, “That remark is truly worthy of an Evil God’s standard.

If it were a human woman, I’d have to search thoroughly under the bed and in the closets.”

Charles finally said, “I have something I want to ask you!

Which Evil God of the New Continent is adept at manipulating plants?”

Omibella replied irritably, “Who else has the knack for manipulating plants if not that little puddle, Dapocirodo?”

Charles was taken aback and said, “Dapocirodo is aboard the Holy Light Divine State Title, but that Evil God is in the Mazon Kingdom.”

Omibella said bitterly, “She contested with me for the position of Goddess of Reproduction and was caught off guard.

Someone severed her true form and stole the authority to manipulate plants.”

Surprised, Charles asked, “Why is what She told me different?”

Omibella responded, “That little puddle is obviously lying to you.”

Charles had not expected this answer at all.

He hesitated for a long time and felt he should ask Dapocirodo once more.

After spending some time with Omibella, Charles didn’t know what else to say to this Evil God.

Omibella’s memory had been completely altered; believing Charles to be her husband, Amon her child, and even having “given birth” to Emilia for Charles.

But Charles knew none of it was real, and he couldn’t fathom what sort of power could alter the memory of such a being like Omibella.

After bidding farewell to Omibella, he quickly found the Gomodoro Tree.

Beneath this colossal Evil God tree, Dapocirodo, with a crown of flowers, was truly teaching a group of Great Act Devils, instructing them in a strange kind of magic.

When Charles appeared, Dapocirodo left those Great Act Devils and approached him with a smile, warmly greeting Charles.

She took his shoulders with her small hands, as if the gentlest wife was massaging a weary husband just returned home.

But Charles could sense that Dapocirodo had tried several times to place a flower crown on his head.

Charles dared not wear such a thing.

Sun Wukong after putting on a constriction circlet had the chance of becoming a Buddha, looking forward to the day when it could be removed.

If Charles wore Dapocirodo’s flower crown, he feared he’d be done for on the spot, not living to see the day it could be taken off.

Cutting to the chase, Charles asked the question, “Is there anyone else in the New Continent who has authority over plants?”

Dapocirodo answered with a smile, “No one else!

I am the only one in both the New and Old Continents who holds sway over plants.”

“But a long, long time ago, when I had left my home, some villains dismantled my true form, causing me to lose most of my authority over plants.

To this day, I have not been able to regain my powers.

If I could restore my full power, I’d be able to provide you with a continuous supply of Great Act Devils.

You’ve now seen how good they are and must want more of them, right?”

Charles shook his head; actually, having Great Act Devils wasn’t important at all.

Without the Great Act Devils, his life wouldn’t change much.

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Despite their ability to transform into perfect women, Charles wasn’t keen on the idea.

Unmoved by Dapocirodo’s seduction, he said, “I don’t need so many Great Act Devils, but I want to know, how can your authority be reclaimed?”

Dapocirodo, both shocked and pleased, asked, “Do you know the whereabouts of those thieves?”

“If you can tell me, I can tell you how to reclaim my authority.

Just throw my stolen true form onto the Holy Light Divine State Title, and I will regain my powers, even overshadow Omibella, and never let you feel homeless again.

I’ll welcome you back every day.”

Charles thought to himself, “I don’t want to come back.”