The First Magic World War-Chapter 298 - : 291, A simple little spell

Chapter 298: 291, A simple little spell

Menilman only selected a portion of robust sailors; after all, she was a naval officer of the Fars Empire, not interested in the infamous pirates and preferring to recruit from the common folk.

After Menilman finished the selection, Charles started his own “troop surge”.

In just three days, he completed a task that would take a Sacred Order three consecutive weeks to finish.

It wasn’t just Menilman, Tumishen and Sabastine who were left in awe, even the well-acquainted Augusladin High Priest and Ban Lanmalock couldn’t help but be astonished.

Under the name of the Westwind Knights, Charles took everyone in and passed down the Beast God Shapeshifting Art — Hunchback Red Bear Warrior transformation to a group he picked as the “most loyal and reliable”.

Tumishen once said: The Beast God Shapeshifting Art is a very simple minor spell.

After studying it, Charles found that it was indeed “a very simple minor spell”.

The paths of other Transcendents could be followed continuously, as most Extraordinary Secret Arts came from deities, and a rare few from great philosophers of the Human Race, such as Protagora, such as Kabbalah who created Classical Alchemy and Hermes who created Classic Alchemy, each making remarkable contributions in the realm of the Transcendent.

But Tumishen was just an ordinary Sacred Order, and although the transformation technique he created bore the name of Beast God, it was just a “minor spell” that enabled one to reach merely the First Order Transcendent.

A human practicing the transformation into a Hunchback Red Bear for years with great efforts could eventually succeed and advance to a First Order Transcendent.

But if he were to practice the Leopard People transformation, despite years of arduous practice to succeed, becoming a Leopard Person, he would still remain a First Order Transcendent.

Regardless of how many other Beastman transformations one practices, they would only be confined to the First Order.

A Beastman transforming into a human…

In even rarer cases, they might not be able to achieve the First Order at all.

For this reason, the Beast God Shapeshifting Art was rarely delved into by the Orc Assassin Alliance; for these assassins, what value was there in becoming another Beastman? Becoming human was possible, however, for changing identities and infiltrating human nations.

But Charles Meklen turned this “minor spell” into an identity marker; no matter what one’s former status or where they came from, once they joined the Westwind Knights and started practicing the Red Bear Warrior transformation, they became solid brothers.

It was like on Earth, regardless of where you came from, as long as you studied together, you were classmates, even if graduation was decades apart, you could still bond over old ties; and if you served in the military together, you were comrades-in-arms worldwide, with a very firm relationship.

Especially when the number of people practicing the Red Bear Warrior transformation increased, naturally someone would sum up some experiences, which Charles would compile and openly teach, making practicing this Secret Art more convenient and easy.

Some of the slaves who followed him early in Saint Michael City, those with decent talent, even managed to transform one of their hands into a bear paw, or grow bear fur on their faces.

Tumishen never imagined Charles would use the Secret Art he created for such a purpose?

Although they couldn’t complete the transformation into Bear People, at most gaining some strength, it was enough to improve their physique and make this group of soldiers from various backgrounds stronger.

Those who made a little progress in their practice naturally developed a stronger sense of cohesion.

It’s like giving out a small, inexpensive ID badge, and many would readily accept being part of an organization – a subtle state of mind.

Menilman always regarded Charles as a younger brother who had sought her guidance, and though this younger brother grew quickly, it was like an Earthly adage, “When young, if you’ve seen too many amazing people, it’s hard to make friends.”

She never felt that Charles was really that “outstanding”.

Could he possibly be more outstanding than that person?

Zimmerman Axel Robin was not just dazzling.

He simply dominated an entire era.

He was destined to leave his name in history.

The Victory Champagne Count, Lanmalock, held supreme power, never tasted defeat in his life, but his greatest label wasn’t being the number one marksman in the world, nor how many thrilling victories he had—it was that he had once been the equal of Zimmerman!

But when Menilman looked at Charles, it was as if she was looking at a completely different species.

Charles was not Zimmerman, but he was not the kind of not Zimmerman either.

Just as someone could be unmatched in martial prowess, the unbeaten champion across the land, while another, only adept at writing poetry, yet that person named Li Bai, though lacking any martial strength or heroic presence, often indulging in wine, unrestrained and wild, could never be overshadowed by the former’s martial skill, even if it were tenfold, a hundredfold, or a thousandfold greater.

Fast promotion to Transcendent status was one thing; Zimmerman was already of the Sacred Order in his youth.

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Charles also wrote novels, something Zimmerman could not do.

Zimmerman, with his overwhelming martial force, could become the Pirate King; Charles, lacking such force, could easily empty St. Michael Island as well.

Charles himself did not realize that in the eyes of the four Sacred Order individuals, his status had subtly changed.

Menilman acknowledged him, Tumishen had become respectful, and Sabastine simply became Charles’s “friend.”

Forget about the Augustine High Priest!

Charles certainly wasn’t going to keep any close relationship with him.

After half a month, Menilman finally reorganized the fleet, and when she again proposed to attack St. Michael Island, there was no longer any voice of dissent within this fleet.

Before, no one believed she could take St. Michael Island.

Now, no one doubted that The Empire’s First Rose could not set foot on her loyal Mount Michael.

When Menilman held several days of military conferences to discuss the strategy for conquering St. Michael Island, Charles Mecklen remained silent.

Tumishen told him there was a big task for him.

Menilman wanted him as an inside man.

Now, he didn’t think it was a big deal; the role of inside man was out of the question.

These days, Charles was wondering when he should “return home in glory”?

According to the command of His Majesty, Emperor Fars, he should now be in the South Serif Region, resisting the troops of the Black Phoenix Dynasty. Having been away for so long, it was time to go back.

Seeing that after several discussions, everyone still couldn’t come up with a good solution, Tumishen couldn’t help but ask, “Charles, if you were to devise the military plans, how would you go about conquering Saint Michael?”

Charles never expected anyone would ask him this question.

After all, this was Menilman’s fleet. Although he referred to Menilman as senior sister, he was from the army’s civil service, not the navy, nor was he Menilman’s subordinate. He had no desire to interject unnecessarily.

An outsider giving pointers was incredibly annoying, after all.

Besides, having stayed on St. Michael Island so long, he knew the ins and outs of the island city well and felt it wouldn’t be too hard to take down.

At that moment, he modestly said, “I personally think that the simplest method would suffice.”

“I don’t do complicated military strategy either!”

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