The First Magic World War

Anululu suddenly stopped in his tracks!

Although pushed to the borders of the Black Phoenix Dynasty by Antonio, Kratos, as well as a few other Sacred Order Fars, he hesitated to proceed further.

Charles was planning to push this scourge into enemy territory, causing chaos among the Black Phoenix People, hopefully bringing out a few Sacred Orders to join them in slaying the Evil God.

Witnessing this scene, he wondered, "Could it be that the Black Phoenix has some formidable move that even the Evil God dares not advance?"

Then, he saw something he might never again see in his lifetime.

No matter how intense the flames embodying Anurulu were, the darkness ahead was too thick to dissipate.

A lady of delicate figure and very petite stature walked out from the midst of the darkness.

No one could describe her appearance; all words paled in comparison before her, and no one could capture her essence, for all artistic techniques across time seemed crude in her presence.

Charles, after all, had faced Evil Gods and True Gods, and with considerable experience, leaped to the ground, knelt on one knee, and took on the most respectful and reverent pose, emptying his mind and heart, filling his brain with praise for the Lady Black Moon.

Seeing this, Golden Ram Herolf also knelt on one knee, not as quick-witted as Charles, he silently mused, "Is this the Lady Black Moon? The goddess presiding over this era?"

Antonio, Kratos, the Black Dragon, Qiudelo, Aspros, and Regulus all landed on the ground and knelt on one knee, for in the presence of a True God, no one could leave the ground with both feet, nor stand upright.

The Flame Evil God Anurulu roared fiercely as all of the flames on his body gathered into a towering fire tornado with a violent and mighty presence, truly worthy of the reputation of one of the thirty-six Great Evil Gods of the New Continent.

However, the Lady Black Moon before him did nothing, did not even fight, but simply outstretched her hand and with a gentle tap, Antonio found himself uncontrollably rising into the sky, hearing a whisper by his ear, "My loyal knight, slay this Evil God for me."

Without any more hesitation, Antonio raised the Dragon Slaying Stick, which suddenly vibrated and morphed, turning into a Black Knight's Lance.

Antonio had modified his martial techniques for the Dragon Slaying Stick, but he was most proficient with the Knight's Spear. Now, as the stick transformed by the Lady Black Moon, he felt a surge of Fighting Spirit and a continuous increase in strength; he let out a loud cry and charged out, clashing with the avatar of the Flame Evil God Anululu.

With every thrust of his lance, Antonio felt that he could perceive how much damage it would inflict on Anululu, and for every counterattack from the Evil God, he knew how much force it used and where the vulnerabilities were.

Originally, he and Kratos could only hold back the Evil God together, but with the power of the Lady Black Moon boosting Charles Mecklen, Antonio's body swirled with Mist, and his momentum was not the least bit diminished, exchanging blows with the Flame Evil God.

The Lady Black Moon sat on the peak of a mountain, her hand supporting her cheek, seemingly watching the battle with interest.

While Kratos and the others did not dare to profane a True God, nor dared to stare at the Lady Black Moon, Charles couldn't help but focus on the deity, desperately piling praise for this True God in his mind, while relishing the rapid increase in his spirituality.

In Charles's previous confrontations with Evil Gods, he had advanced his spirituality to the level of a High-Level Transcendent, his cultivation progressing by leaps and bounds. Later, not only had he faced Evil Gods, but he had also confronted True Gods, each encounter greatly enhancing his spirituality and speeding up his cultivation progress, so much so that in just over a year, he had ascended to the Seventeenth Rank of Transcendent. But such benefits could not last forever, the increased spirituality would gradually subside, although it would settle down to a certain level and then no longer decline, providing a small permanent boost in spirituality.

The enhancement in spirituality he received last time from contact with the Serpent of Destiny was already receding, and now with the Lady Black Moon right in front of him, how could Charles not seize some more "divine favor"?

He even seemed to hear the system's dinging, his entire body's Bloody Glory ablaze, quietly breaking through to another rank, upgrading from the Sixteenth Order to the Seventeenth Order.

But then his tears flowed freely, and even as he strained his eyes wide open, he could no longer see the Lady Black Moon clearly.

Charles hastily bowed his head, not daring to think about web novel plots. Even if it was a web novel with a powerful female protagonist, it still felt somewhat blasphemous towards the deity. His mind was filled with relentless imaginings: the Emperor battling Chi You, the Fate Mystery Bird guiding the Emperor in creating the Compass Vehicle, shattering Chi You's mist; the Fate Mystery Bird descending to teach Tang about culture, leading to the establishment of the Sherlock Magic Dynasty; the last Emperor of the Sherlock Dynasty writing an obscene poem while worshipping at the Temple of Lady Black Moon, which led the Lady to guide the founding Emperor Axel of the Mecklen Dynasty, who overthrew the Sherlock Magic Dynasty...

Hmm, if one had never truly faced a True God, it would be impossible to imagine how emotionally draining this could be.

Charles feared that one careless move would lead him to be directly destroyed by the "divine wrath" of the Lady Black Moon.

Charles felt like he was walking a tightrope, fearing that any imagined scenario that displeased the Lady Black Moon would spell disaster for him.

If an author of a web novel botched a plotline, most readers would choose to stop reading, a few might curse the author to no end, but the number actually sending blades through the mail were few, generally reserved for the top-ranked popular authors to enjoy such "honor".

Writing about certain taboo topics would lead to a complete internet ban.

What about writing adult fiction? That would just mean working a sewing machine for a dozen years or so.

But at this moment, Charles knew that a poorly conceived plot could mean that no one in heaven or earth could protect him, not even the Serpent of Destiny.

This was far more dangerous than a serious web novel.

In this instant, Charles was "walking on thin ice," unsure if he could reach the other side!

Time-traveling to the era of the Three Kingdoms to become an Emperor wasn't even this hazardous.

Sweat soon covered his forehead...

This was a clear sign that his mental capacity was insufficient to support the high-load operation of massive "bootlicking".

Charles was trembling all over, his heart seized with panic, when suddenly he heard a soft chuckle by his ear. The Bloody Vortex within his left leg trembled slightly, adding three runes of the Quickness Technique.

Charles's body swayed and he collapsed to the ground.

This was just too terrifying.

Charles suddenly regretted trying to show off; wouldn't it have been better to simply heap silent devotion upon the Lady Black Moon in his mind?

However, this tightrope-like risk had also brought him rich rewards.

Not only had his strength improved by leaps and bounds, ascending by one rank, but his Quickness Technique had also greatly improved. Combined with the dual Rattlesnakes in red and blue, he could layer the plotline to amplify it more than twelvefold.

Below the Sacred Order, no one could match this speed.

Well, that was very Charles.