The First Magic World War-Chapter 260 - : 253, Beastman Sacred Order

Chapter 260: 253, Beastman Sacred Order

The document was worded with such severity that Charles dared not treat it with negligence. With just enough time for a brief farewell to Anne, he hurriedly left Strasbourg with all his subordinates.

This time, Sophia Garanord was not part of his team.

Neither were those junior brothers and sisters from Sheffield University.

This return to Strasbourg could be considered full of gains for Charles, whether in terms of his official position or personal strength, both of which had been enhanced. Aside from feeling slightly reluctant to leave Anne, his mood was rather pleasant.

Upon leaving Strasbourg, Charles regrouped with the troops stationed outside the city and headed straight for Machu Picchu. Despite encountering small bands of beastman stragglers along the way, no troubles arose. After all, he was now commanding the main force of the Westwind Knights and Labyrinth Guardians, strong enough to take on any beastman tribe head-on.

Back in Machu Picchu, the first thing Charles did was transform the beastman warriors captured en route into Labyrinth Guardians, and then he discovered a big problem.

Among the more than three hundred beastmen he had captured, there was one who just could not be transformed into an NPC and completely failed to become a Labyrinth Guardian.

At first, Charles was quite surprised, but his surprise soon turned to…

Horror!

Who could resist being transformed into an NPC?

The answer was something no one wanted to face.

In an instant, Charles thought of seventeen or eighteen strategies, but in the end, he decided to do nothing.

It was as if he had discovered a tiger among his flock of sheep. When the tiger pretended to be a sheep, the best course of action for the shepherd was also to pretend it was a sheep, not to fuss over the tiger and remind it of its true identity.

With this new variable, he did not continue to stay in Machu Picchu. He ordered Taoles to lead the elite of the Westwind Knights on their way while he took the Labyrinth Guardians down another road.

It didn’t take much effort for Charles to identify the “alien” within the group; it was an elderly beastman who, like Philedrica, belonged to the Leopard People. Despite his old age, he was still in robust health, tall and lean, his physique as refined as iron.

A day’s journey from Machu Picchu, the Old Leopard Man still hadn’t left the group, prompting Charles to stop. He certainly couldn’t bring him to Silver Pigeon Fort.

Charles took out the Red-Blue Rattlesnake. He didn’t plan to use it for battle but instead gently placed it on his left leg, incorporating it into the Bloody Vortex of his left leg.

In front of Shawn Connor, he hadn’t done this, but now facing a fearsome beastman Transcendent, Charles couldn’t afford to keep any secrets.

These two Vampiric Pistols resonated with the Quickness Technique runes within the Bloody Vortex, elevating this Special Ability to a ×10 level.

Charles felt as light as air all over his body and his confidence surged immensely.

The Labyrinth Guardians, like the Westwind Knights, were divided into combat squads of fifty each, and there were about twenty or thirty of these squads. Charles first dispatched a squadron consisting largely of the old, weak, and sickly beastmen to find a campsite ten kilometers away. Half an hour later, he ordered another combat squad with lower combat effectiveness to join the first one.

The third time, he cautiously sent away the Old Leopard Man’s team. After the squad had been on the road for about ten minutes, Charles did not hesitate to lead the remaining Labyrinth Guardians, changing directions and marching at full speed.

In the evening, when Charles stopped to rest, he took count of his Labyrinth Guardians and discovered that the three dispatched combat squads had all returned, and without his noticing, they had integrated back into the group—a shock that was no small matter.

Charles spent that night restless and in torment. At dawn, he let out a sigh of relief and switched to another “tactic.” After a dazzling series of maneuvers, he left most of the troops and the Old Leopard Man in place, taking only the most elite Labyrinth Guardians with him in a swift run. However, by evening, he found that his group was getting larger and larger, until eventually, all of the Labyrinth Guardians had returned, and the Old Leopard Man was safely hidden among them.

On the third day, Charles grit his teeth, abandoned the nine transcendent Labyrinth Guardians, and relying solely on urine evasion, exerted the Quickness Technique ×10 to its full potential and ran wildly through the night. But as the sky began to brighten slightly, he saw a Beastman camp firmly waiting ahead…

Charles took a deep breath and finally understood that the other party was simply toying with him, just as he had long suspected that something was not right with the old Leopard Man, the other party had also noticed his little actions.

Charles took the Collapsing Mountain into his hand and strode into the Beastman camp. With a single command, all the Beastman Labyrinth Guardians drew their weapons, aiming at the old and frail Leopard Man.

This aged Beastman, who had pretended to be clumsy and injured, showed astonishment at first upon facing the hostility of all fellow Beastmen, but then he smiled and stood up, saying, “Human boy, you are quite clever, managing to see through my disguise.”

“But do you truly know whom you are facing?”

Charles felt a toothache coming on and said, “I’m not familiar with the Beastmen of the Sacred Order.”

The aged Old Leopard Man’s eyes flashed sharply as he said, “You realized that I am of the Sacred Order?”

Charles gritted his teeth and said, “Yes.”

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He did not explain how he saw through the disguise; there was truly no need for such explanations.

The Old Leopard Man grinned, showing his teeth, and retorted, “Aren’t you afraid? I can easily annihilate all of your followers.”

Charles thought to himself, “How could I not be afraid? But if you won’t leave, what can I do?”

He replied, “Fear is useless.”

“Besides, since you’ve infiltrated my Labyrinth Guardians, I guess your condition isn’t at its peak. Were you crippled by the Sacred Order of Strasbourg?”

The Old Leopard Man chuckled and said, “You guess correctly. Even though I’m left with only a tenth of my strength, it’s still enough to kill you and all these traitors.”

Charles had never thought that he would face a “Sacred Order” Beastman, and one of the most ferocious “Beastman Saints” at that.

He didn’t know why this Old Leopard Man had infiltrated his team, and he didn’t care to know. After all, he wasn’t one of those who’d “learn the way in the morning and die content in the evening.”

The Old Leopard Man did not immediately act but instead looked at the group of Labyrinth Guardians with a sad expression. After a while, he spoke softly, “Do you know why the Beastmen would mobilize all their forces?”

How could Charles know?

The Old Leopard Man didn’t wait for his response and continued, “It’s because the Byron Empire promised that a Blood Ancestor would appear to help us break through Strasbourg.”

“Only those despicable Vampires deceived us. No Blood Clan Evil God appeared, and what awaited the Beastmen was their doom.”

“Strasbourg is protected by the Nine Great True Gods. Even the combined strength of our sixteen Beastman Saints couldn’t breach the city’s defenses. After employing the Great Wind Technique for more than ten days and exhausting all our Mana, the Sacred Order of Strasbourg suddenly made a full-fledged attack, wiping out hundreds of thousands of our Beastman army and several Shaman Beastman Saints…”

“Beastmen…”

The Old Leopard Man heaved a long sigh, sounding almost like a cry of mourning…

Charles’s expression was complex; he didn’t understand why the other was telling him all this.

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