The First Magic World War-Chapter 650 - 615, He is definitely no longer the Blood Ancestor (request for monthly votes)

Chapter 650: 615, He is definitely no longer the Blood Ancestor (request for monthly votes) Chapter 650: 615, He is definitely no longer the Blood Ancestor (request for monthly votes) Turned into a Blood Rope, Charles felt as though he had fallen into a frigid cave, for he could see the divine glow that emanated from the middle-aged man.

Charles already knew many secrets of this world, particularly after he had achieved Omniscience, upgraded it to a ×4 level, absorbed all the knowledge of the Great Emerald Book, learned from Juno, studied the notes of Don Quixote Cervantes; discussed the Path to Ascendancy with several of the peak Sacred level beings of the Old Continent, and even uncovered some of Zimmerman’s secrets.

Thus, he quickly came to a conclusion and was completely certain that his judgment was flawless; the middle-aged traveler holding the suitcase was indeed Kahnstan!

A thought swiftly emerged in his mind: “He is Kahnstan, but what is he?”

Charles looked towards the trapped giant, still puzzled by the key to the situation, when he saw Kahnstan reach out and gently grasp.

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The giant, bound by the Blood Rope, suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist, which, like a whale consuming water, was completely devoured by Kahnstan.

After consuming the entity, albeit a being as powerful as a True God, Kahnstan struggled slightly to control himself, as traces of blood mist escaped.

However, a tremendous fury arose within him as he exclaimed, “Who is it?

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Who stole the blood essence of my entity?”

“Was it Sister Omibella?”

“Was it that thief Juno?”

“Or…

no, Wood Brandon isn’t capable, he’s too far behind.”

“It couldn’t possibly be Zimmerman; he isn’t of the Blood Clan!”

Charles lay motionless on the ground, indistinguishable from the other Blood Ropes.

The subtlety of the Ultimate Transformation Technique, not even Kahnstan had seen through it.

He had not devoted such extensive effort to the Basic Magic of the Adonis Clan.

Wood Brandon alone understood that the layering of Basic Magic was his own unique genius, a perception not shared by others.

Kahnstan gazed into the sky, revealing a trace of apprehension.

With a powerful leap, he jumped into the endless void and vanished without a trace.

After Kahnstan left, a Blood Rope sprung up, grabbing more than ten other Blood Ropes, and pulled forcefully.

As the Flesh Mountain reacted, a Magic Rapier flew out, cutting through all the Blood Ropes and soaring into the sky with its own kind.

Utilizing both the Wind Rush and Thunder Blow, this Blood Rope resumed its original form in midair.

He gathered these dozen Blood Ropes into the Mirror World and soon arrived outside the mountain, where he saw the Holy Light Divine State Title trapped by countless Blood Ropes.

Charles was slightly astonished and thought to himself, “I’ve never seen the Holy Light Divine State Title trapped before!”

“This Flesh Magic Mountain must have something peculiar about it.”

He dared not delay, and drawing the Blood Rose, he cut through dozens of Blood Ropes and gathered them into the Mirror World.

Just then, the Holy Light Divine State Title suddenly trembled, and a divine radiance soared, scattering most of the Blood Ropes.

Charles stretched out his hand, transforming it back into a Gold Ring, and with a powerful leap, he left that world.

When Charles appeared outside, he saw a towering mountain; he was no longer in Modova.

Charles knew this place was Huting Lein Mountain, Byron’s Huting Lein Mountain.

Huting Lein Mountain held a supreme sacred position in Byron, for it was said that many Blood Ancestors slumbered here.

And because so many Blood Ancestors were slumbering, near Huting Lein Mountain, any flesh and blood body dared not linger, for whether they were Blood Clan, human, living creature, or any other living entity, they would be influenced by the Evil Force of the Blood Ancestors and ultimately become part of this mountain.

Just after materializing, Charles saw a familiar figure, Juno Arthur—his mentor.

Juno looked quite distressed and without any pleasantries, said, “Give me all the Blood Ropes you’ve collected.”

Charles retrieved all the Blood Ropes from the Mirror World and asked, “What is this about?”

Juno said indifferently, “Kahnstan has given birth to a new will, and He has come back to reclaim His original form.”

Charles was greatly surprised and exclaimed, “Kahnstan has given birth to a new will?”

Juno nodded and explained, “The newly born consciousness, although it possesses the memories of Kahnstan, is still an entirely new existence.

No one knows what He is thinking, or what His views are towards the Blood Clan and humans.”

“But He is definitely no longer the Blood Ancestor.”

“I was just inside, watching you and Him appear one after another, but for the time being, I couldn’t do anything to Him.”

“I hadn’t expected that the unity of Blood Flame Qi and Bloodflame Transformation Art would ascend into the Ultimate Transformation Technique.”

“There are still many secrets within the Blood Clan!”

Charles, slightly surprised, asked, “Even you, teacher, don’t know all the secrets of the Blood Clan?”

Juno spoke softly, “Only the Three Emperors would know all the secrets of the Blood Clan.

Your teacher is merely at the Sacred level, not yet having stepped into the Divine level.

How could I know those ancient secrets?”

Charles then inquired, “What is the use of those Blood Ropes?”

Juno replied, “That mountain is the bodily form of Timothy of the Ebulrahan Clan’s Ancestor God.

Those Blood Ropes can aid in the cultivation of the Ebulrahan Clan’s Flesh Furnace.”

Upon hearing that it could help in cultivating the Flesh Furnace, Charles lost interest.

He was not proficient in the secret techniques of the Ebulrahan Clan.

Juno said with a complex expression, “You may leave now.

It’s best not to venture far from Gandis Mountain in the near future.

The Serpent of Destiny will protect you.

I need to gather as much power as possible.

No one knows how far this divine battle will go this time.”

Charles nodded, set off, and left.

Although it was his first time visiting the depths of Byron’s territory, he felt no attachment.

After Charles left, a figure flew out from Huting Lein Mountain.

Juno handed him a Blood Rope and said, “This is Timothy’s flesh.

Refine it, and the Flesh Furnace will ascend to a whole new realm.”

Cyrus, watching the direction in which Charles had disappeared, whispered, “Teacher, why didn’t you tell him that these Blood Ropes were demanded by me?”

Juno answered, “There’s no need, because he already knows!”

“He is much smarter than you and even surpasses Zimmerman in many respects,”

“Charles, this child, is sometimes naive and carefree, yet at other times, even I can’t see through him.”

“The thing he did recently was utterly astonishing; nobody could believe that he managed to alter the calendar and allow the True Gods to regain the upper hand.”

“Serpent of Destiny truly holds the reins of fate!”

Indeed, as Juno said, when the teacher mentioned the Blood Ropes could be used to cultivate the Flesh Furnace, Charles knew that Cyrus must be training under Juno.

The teacher was very keen on educating talents.

Charles originally thought Juno simply had a fondness for being a mentor, but now he realized Juno had likely foreseen this battle of gods, accruing power for both the Blood Clan and humanity.

However, Juno himself hadn’t anticipated that the trigger for this great war would be Zimmerman.