The First Magic World War

Mosleyd, of course, recognized Kresto! Among the generation of the three great warriors and five strong of the Fars Empire, he, along with Kresto and Midaphis, were listed among the five strong. Over the past twenty to thirty years, each of the five strong had advanced, and Kresto and Midaphis, being younger, had progressed even faster, both having stepped into the 23rd Order. Duke Robin, Duke Mosley, and Duchess Mesu, who were older, had fallen behind, each being strong warriors of the 22nd Order! Kresto was nicknamed Mount of Light! He was a true Radiant Knight! He was utterly loyal to the old King, and as the Grand Commander of the Royal Knights Order, he held a position of great authority and power, with a status that was not even beneath that of Count Garanord, the Minister of War. If it were not for the murder of Julius Axler, with the main forces of the Royal Knights Order being called away, and Kresto urgently needing support for his loyalty to the King, he would have never opted to ally with Charles. Charles wasn't even qualified to receive the allegiance of such a prominent figure. But with Earl Brittany ascending to the throne, Charles suddenly became Earl Mecklen, and Kresto could only silently accept the outcome, after all, with the Old Earl of Brittany's ascension, the Royal Knights Order of the Axel Family would no longer be reorganized. Kresto raised his side sword high, his body emitting a strange radiance, shooting straight into the sky! Mosleyd's spirit soared in awe—how could he not recognize the signature move of Mount Cletos of Light—Sigh of the Divine Light! All across the Old Continent, he was the only Radiant Knight who could perform this move! Unable to contain himself, Mosleyd bellowed, "Gareth! Help me!" A knight who was fiercely battling the Golden Ram Herolf turned his head toward Mosleyd, let out a mighty howl, and disentangled from the old goat, directing his sword straight at Kresto. Kresto scoffed coldly, shouting, "Gareth! You are no match for me." Gareth was Mosleyd's brother, and also one of the seven nobles who had rallied to rebel! Gareth remained silent, his entire being transforming into a black light, resembling a ferocious, clawing dragon. With a backward swing, Kresto unleashed a fierce trail of light that spiraled forward. Gareth, faced with such a formidable strike, maneuvered his sword light gracefully. Though he managed to withstand the attack, the light trail pushed him continually backward. Although Kresto had been distracted while delivering that strike, he still pushed the Sigh of the Divine Light to its limit, ready to launch it again when Gareth suddenly twisted his body and transformed into a wisp of smoke. The trail of light released by Kresto passed through the smoke as if a blade slicing through water. Mount Cletos of Light tensed slightly, shouting, "Have you actually summoned the Evil God?" Mosleyd laughed wildly, saying, "Yes, and all of you are going to die!" The smoke Gareth had transformed into, as if a hole had opened in its center, began emitting an enormous quantity of dense smoke, becoming denser and denser until it formed a massive cloud hundreds of meters wide. Kresto held back the strike he was about to release, knowing that delivering the Sigh of the Divine Light would diminish his strength by at least one level. Facing the imminent arrival of the Evil God, he had to maintain his peak combat strength; otherwise, he would be unable to manage the forthcoming battle. Even Antonio slightly retracted his Dragon Slaying Stick, creating distance between himself and Mosleyd. The warriors of the Sacred Order, engaged in battle in the sky, also tried their best to move the battlefield further away, for even the Sacred Order warriors of the Kingdom of Osland were worried that Mosleyd might sacrifice them to summon the Evil God. What couldn't someone who could summon an Evil God do? From a distance, Charles gazed at the mass of smoke at the center of the battlefield, feeling a slight sense of familiarity stirring within him. Yes, he was certain that this aura was not from any Evil God he had faced before. Charles silently pondered, "Why do I feel a sense of familiarity every time I encounter an unknown Evil God?" "I can't possibly be well-acquainted with them!" Only a few Labyrinth Guardians remained next to Charles. He gestured with his hand and commanded, "Withdraw from the battlefield." He was responsible for protecting Anne and the two Miss Axels. None of these three ladies could afford to have even a slight mishap. Moreover, he couldn't possibly participate in the battle—it was a fight of the Sacred Order, where no High-Level Transcendent had any room to intervene. Charles released a Magic Mirror, instructing his Labyrinth Guardians to first escort Anne and the two Misses of the Axel Family out of the battlefield, while he himself stayed behind. In the midst of the smoke, suddenly a peculiar fierce light burst forth, and a massive Flame Giant appeared at the center of the smoke. Charles exclaimed with surprise, "Anurulu!" He now knew why this cluster of smoke seemed familiar; he had not seen this Evil God before, but he had met its followers. The young man named Motensen Tim had luckily harnessed the power of the Flame Evil God Anurulu, not only earning the status of an Evil God candidate but also about to participate in the Evil God Colosseum in six months. Charles had not expected to encounter a third Evil God! Well, Juno doesn't count! Although his teacher was already nearing the Divine Order. Antonio bellowed, "Fight!" His Dragon Slaying Stick and his Fighting Spirit resonated intensely, striking fiercely at the avatar of Anurulu that had descended. The Old Continent had Nine Great True Gods, and the true forms of the New Continent's Evil Gods could not descend. Antonio felt he was not incapable of battle. Kratos's side sword gleamed brightly, launching a Great Radiant Cross Slash that, along with Antonio's Dragon Slaying Stick, almost simultaneously struck the colossal body of Anurulu. Antonio directly passed through the vast body of the Flame Evil God, his body covered in smoke and fire, clearly indicating that passing through the body of an Evil God was no small feat. Kratos's Great Radiant Cross Slash, still silent as a blade cutting through water, seamlessly pierced the massive body of the Flame Evil God Anurulu. However, this warrior from Mount Cletos of Light gestured with his hand, and the Great Radiant Cross Slash circled back through the air. He then launched a second Great Radiant Cross Slash, combining it with the first to suddenly increase its power by seventy to eighty percent. Antonio spurred his Fighting Spirit, layers of mist emerging from him, dispelling all the smoke and fire from his body and changing his fighting style. Countless mists continuously condensed into balls of smoke around him. Not only was he a genuine knight, but he was also a top-level Dark Moon sorcerer. His approach to combating enemies was sophisticated and varied. Normally, Antonio simply disliked using whistle tactics; it did not mean he couldn't use them. Antonio and Kratos joined forces, fiercely battling the avatar of the Flame Evil God Anurulu summoned by Gareth; the rest of the Sacred Order quickly withdrew from the campsite of the Allied Army of the Osland Kingdom, without Antonio they simply could not withstand Mosleyd, who could mobilize the entire power of the Knighthood. Mosleyd laughed manically; under Antonio's several actions, he could only keep hunkered down in the camp. Yet now he shouted loudly, spurring the Knighthood into a full assault. The war instantaneously reached its most intense level.