The First Magic World War-Chapter 603 - 569, Ancient Komoro Religion

Chapter 603: 569, Ancient Komoro Religion Chapter 603: 569, Ancient Komoro Religion After a ferocious attack, Charles retreated several kilometers, organizing the boiling Bloody Glory within his body to bring it back to balance.

With a hint of surprise, he exclaimed, “Classical Alchemy?”

The Tree God’s envoy moved his body slightly, maintaining a human shape, yet it hardly seemed human anymore, as he responded with a deep voice, “Indeed, it is the supreme achievement of classical alchemy, the Self Alchemy!”

Charles was even more astonished and asked, “You’ve infused the remnants of the Evil God into your bodies?

How can a mortal body withstand it?”

The Tree God’s envoy let out a deep, eerie laugh and said, “This is the greatest secret of our Gomodoro cult.

If you are willing to lead your men to join us, I can reveal it to you.”

While patrolling the sea surface, the Tree God’s envoy spotted Charles’s three warships.

With a greedy look, he thought, “If I could take over these three ships, it wouldn’t matter if I shared the secret—without the remains of the Gomodoro Tree, they couldn’t perform the operation anyway.

Moreover, such a surgery would require a top-tier alchemist, which he surely won’t find.”

Charles thought to himself, “A tiny secret in exchange for dozens of Sacred level soldiers and three legendary warships?

This thing must have damaged its brain during the transformation, maybe even shattered its soul.

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Who knows what’s now inhabiting its body?”

In this world, once alchemists reach the Supreme Realm, they all turn to experiment on themselves.

Classical alchemy was fervently dedicated to Self Alchemy, commonly known as human transmutation.

Classic Alchemy pursued the creation of artificial gods, replacing one’s fleshly body with metal and mechanical parts to extend life.

The wealth of the Old Continent’s nobility mostly came from taxes, which weren’t substantial, making it impossible to continually pour resources into the bottomless pit of alchemy, so the development of alchemy was still quite slow.

For instance, the formula for alchemical explosives hadn’t been changed for many years.

Through trade, land, transportation, encouraging local crafts, and plundering, Charles had amassed immense wealth and was willing—as well as financially able—to invest, yet his rise was so rapid that he had only a few alchemists under him, barely managing to invest in land battleships and centurions, which were already an unexpected gain.

The name Shawn Connor, from the Blue Magpie Workshop in Star District, briefly crossed Charles’s mind.

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After persuading him to move to Machu Picchu, Charles had not seen the nearly bankrupt alchemist.

He had visited Machu Picchu several times since then without catching sight of him, wondering where he might be now.

Charles thought, “I’ll have to inquire if Shawn Connor is still around.

I need to get him to Mecklenburg to participate in the design and manufacture of the land battleships and the centurions.”

“While William Triton may have brilliant concepts, his alchemy skills are definitely lacking.

He isn’t even Transcendent; he needs an experienced hand like Shawn Connor to collaborate.”

However, Charles was currently engaged in combat with the Tree God’s envoy and didn’t have the time to spare, so he decided to keep this envoy.

He suddenly accelerated, clasped his hands at his chest, and released a Flame Scorching Blast Bullet.

Charles had enhanced the Flame Scorching Blast Bullet to an ×18 multiplier; if compressed to its limit, its power could surpass any alchemical bullet and even injure those at Sacred levels, but at that moment, his intention wasn’t to kill but to send his opponent flying, so he did not compress it, striking like a shockwave, trailing a smooth, fiery tail.

Seeing Charles release this kind of “cannon shot,” the Tree God’s envoy replied with a deep, eerie chuckle and also clasped his hands together, emitting a “Shockwave.” This technique slightly compressed the energy before releasing it, something that many low-level Transcendents could manage.

However, the lethality wasn’t significant, and it was a great waste of energy, far inferior to formal range-specific abilities.

Only from the Intermediate rank and above did such Energy Cannons become truly deadly.

The envoy, confident in his inexhaustible energy source, wasn’t afraid to clash with Charles head-on.

The energies of both parties collided in midair, and although Charles’ Flame Scorching Blast Bullet was a genuine Special Ability and he had held back, it still sent the Tree Spirit Envoy drifting backward.

Just as the Tree Spirit Envoy was about to switch to another Special Ability to turn defeat into victory, he felt as if a mirror had suddenly appeared between him and the real world.

Charles looked at the Tree Spirit Envoy, whom he had sent into the Mirror World, and shook his head slightly, saying, “It seems your brain is truly broken, to be caught by such a simple strategy.”

While fighting the Tree Spirit Envoy earlier, Charles had already laid several Magic Mirrors in the void; the Flame Scorching Blast Bullet just now was specifically to push the Tree Spirit Envoy into the Mirror World.

He hadn’t anticipated that such a simple tactic would succeed in one go.

The Tree Spirit Envoy, upon falling into the Mirror World and not realizing it at first, rapidly surged forward attempting to engage Charles; but although they seemed close, no matter how he flew, he couldn’t reach Charles, and he began to panic, looking around and spotting a pathway below.

Although beings of the Sacred level could levitate, levitating continuously drained energy, and unless necessary, those of the Sacred level wouldn’t keep hovering, so the Tree Spirit Envoy subconsciously landed on the pathway.

No sooner had his feet touched the pathway than it suddenly came to life, quickly extending a huge snake head in mid-air.

This snake head, vibrant and fierce, with countless colorful whiskers, suddenly opened its vast mouth and spewed out a pure green pillar of energy!

The Tree Spirit Envoy, greatly alarmed, hastily dodged, but the pathway beneath him suddenly arched, launching him into the air towards the snake’s mouth emitting the energy pillar – voluntarily delivering him.

In an instant, the Tree Spirit Envoy felt himself being shattered to pieces by the spray.

It seemed as though his soul itself had splintered into countless tiny fragments.

Charles returned to the Holy Light Divine State Title and, after a brief inquiry, couldn’t help expressing his surprise, “How come he couldn’t hold on after just a moment?”

Charles had just activated the Spirit Realm Horror Snake, expecting to give the Tree Spirit Envoy a little appetizer.

He thought for someone like the Tree Spirit Envoy, the Spirit Realm Horror Snake wouldn’t shake his resolve, as it wasn’t exactly a high-end skill; but how had he succumbed so quickly?

The Magic Mirrors coalesced by Charles then threw out the Tree Spirit Envoy, a figure covered in dense tree branches and vines, and extremely tall at about three to four meters, wearing no clothes but covered in thick foliage at both important and unimportant parts, resembling a layer of armor.

Dozens of Sacred level beings gathered around, and Idhela said, “We have encountered Tree Spirit Envoys before; they fear no harm and their energy is inexhaustible.

Even if our strength surpasses theirs, prolonged combat often forces us to flee ignominiously.”

“How did he end up like this under Charles’ hand?”

“Our Blood Clan from the New Continent isn’t this fierce.”

After observing closely for a while, Andreas remarked, “Charles, he doesn’t seem of much value.

You might as well use him to feed the boat”

Indeed, everyone now knew that the Holy Light Divine State Title was a big eater.