The First Magic World War

Every night, when Charles underwent training with Teacher Juno, the intensity suddenly doubled. He felt great progress each day, yet he could barely last through three shots in actual combat. What Charles failed to notice was that Juno had started to suppress his power at the Eighth Order and was slowly elevating it to the Tenth Grade. Today, after being thrashed by Juno again, and having been knocked down by another shot, Charles was gasping for air when he heard Juno say with a smile, "The practical training for shooting will come to an end today. It's time to move on to the next learning phase." Charles felt a slight surge of excitement. Although he knew that the intensive training Juno had provided him over this period was a precious time that not even tens of thousands of Aegeus could buy, he was truly afraid of being punished. The prospect of switching to another form of training instantly made him feel lighter. Juno said, "The Bloodline Mantra of the Arthur Clan consists of two hundred and sixty-one spells. You've already mastered the entry-level Blood Bat Technique and Blood Burst Technique. You should further advance and learn how to create Blood Butchers now." "The Arthur Clan are mages, weak in close combat, which is why we developed the Gun Fighting Technique, as well as Blood Butchers." "Blood Butchers are our dogs, our shields, our fangs, the greatest assurance of our lives!" "But do you know the most significant purpose of Blood Butchers?" Charles shook his head to indicate he didn't know. Juno said indifferently, "The greatest use of Blood Butchers is to set up the Prime Blood Limit!" Charles was deeply moved. The Prime Blood Limit is known to the world alongside the Radiant Magic Array, hailed as the Ultimate Barrier. Charles had seen the Radiant Magic Array, which even alchemical explosives couldn't shatter. He had also witnessed the Prime Blood Limit, where the Transcendent vampires around Jonathan had erected a Prime Blood Limit that rendered his Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets ineffective. He had also thought about setting up such a Magic Array for himself, but he couldn't gather the required Transcendents to establish it, nor did he possess the corresponding secret techniques. Charles had quite a few transcendent beastmen under his command, but beastmen cultivate Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit. Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit cannot power the Prime Blood Limit, and beastmen lack the heritage of Defensive Magic Circles. Juno continued, "Once you have cultivated enough Blood Butchers and can set up the Prime Blood Limit, with your power, you will have a fighting chance even against lower-tier members of the Sacred Order." When Juno began to explain how to condense the "power seed of Blood Butcher", how to implant it into a warrior's body, and how to control a Blood Butcher with this special power seed, Charles suddenly had an idea and quietly thought, "It's because of my lack of Blood Energy that I can't activate the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros. If I can really cultivate a group of Blood Butchers and gather their power within me, wouldn't that greatly increase the time I can use the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros?" "If combined with the Prime Blood Limit, I could indeed fight against a lower-tier member of the Sacred Order!" "For instance, Vigo, or Augusladin High Priest, but I guess I'd still be no match for someone on Herolf's level within the Sacred Order." As Juno explained in great detail, Charles, who had learned half of it, suddenly felt that something was amiss and asked, "Teacher Juno, are you leaving?" Juno smiled faintly and said, "The alliance has formed, and I should have returned to Byron by now. I wanted to train you for a while longer, but a small mishap has occurred in Byron recently, and I need to go back to handle it." "I won't be able to see an old friend ascend to the throne." "It's a slight regret!" Charles grew silent and redoubled his efforts in his studies. Besides teaching the secret technique to create Blood Butchers, Juno also shared many of the Arthur Clan's basic spells. He laid an exceptionally solid foundation for Charles, who knew that the strongest vampire of the Blood Clan hoped he would one day reincarnate into a vampire and become one of their members. But Charles found it impossible to harbor any hatred toward this powerful vampire. Even though Charles knew that if he couldn't resist the temptation, he would lose everything he had now, including everything in Fars—like Anne, the Westwind Knights, a host of good friends, and his current status of power and position. Hmm, power and status are actually the least important things. Once you become a vampire, you can never return to humanity. After Juno had said his last sentence, he smiled slightly, "You can come visit me in Byron when you have time." "Since I became a vampire, it has been a long time since I have had a friend from humanity come to visit." "That old fellow Brittany, he wouldn't step out of Fars for anything." "As for that guy Constantine, he's soon to be no longer human." Charles couldn't help but let out a light laugh, but soon he could not laugh anymore. Juno had spoken about these two matters lightly, but in reality, they revealed an extremely cold reality. Earl Brittany would definitely not dare to step into Byron; Byron's Blood Clan would surely attack him in full force. As for Viscount Constantine becoming a vampire, it seems to be a shocking matter for the Old Continent. Not to mention, his identity as the Black Phoenix Dynasty's first champion. This matter represents the fall of a great empire. The Black Phoenix is about to be divvied up. Charles opened his eyes; he had emerged from Juno's Dreamscape. The sunlight outside was splendid, coming out later than usual, which clearly meant that Teacher Juno had prolonged the class. Charles let out a low sigh. It seemed he wouldn't be able to go to work today, either. He spent the entire morning at 221B Baker Street as a priority and, around noon, the door was opened from outside. Anne entered with her keys, saw the dazed expression on Charles's face, and couldn't help but smile broadly. She asked, "Why haven't you gone to work again today?" Charles smiled and said, "Then you can deduct it from my salary!" "You are a senior official at the Central Government Office's Military Enforcement Department, precisely in charge of handling matters of tardiness, early leave, absenteeism, and holidays." Anne playfully took out a document and said, "Then I shall penalize you..." "Oh my! It seems you're not employed at the Office, are you?" "Tomorrow I must have my father officially sign the document for your appointment as head of the department." Although Charles had swiftly become the highest authority of the Central Government Office, he had not yet received the appointment document from His Majesty the Emperor. There was no helping it; it wasn't that His Majesty Brittany was unwilling to sign, it's just that His Majesty hadn't yet ascended the throne. After joking around for a while, they held hands and went out to eat. Although they had a full staff here to serve them, Anne still liked to have a quiet meal at an inconspicuous restaurant with Charles because it gave Anne a feeling that the world was tranquil and nobody would disturb her and Charles. Anne actually liked this feeling very much. While the two were in the restaurant, chatting leisurely over their meal, suddenly they heard a disturbance on the street. A very impressive convoy passed by outside the window, the crest on the vehicles was a golden pheasant's tail flower. The two looked at each other, both feeling surprised. This was the royal family, and judging from the scale of the convoy, it was a prince!