The First Magic World War-Chapter 659 - 624, Rotting Authority

Chapter 659: 624, Rotting Authority Chapter 659: 624, Rotting Authority Charles repeatedly launched assaults hundreds of times.

When the power of Bloody Glory within him was nearly depleted, he withdrew from the battle but did not leave this world.

Instead, he set foot on the Emilia Vessel.

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This Legendary Warship, in this world, had completely transformed into an incredibly grand palace.

The main structure of the palace was a colossal skeleton giant with three heads and six arms.

Around the skeleton giant, numerous palaces and towers were constructed, and most of these buildings were not built upon the giant’s body but floated around it.

These palaces and towers were the Ghost Ships subdued by Charles Mecklen.

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Thousands of Ghost Ships, along with their ghost crew, had subtly formed a small “Divine Country.” Even the batch of Ghost Ships that Charles left in the New Continent orbit around the Emilia Vessel in this world.

Over the past year, Emilia’s power had exploded in growth.

Charles didn’t understand why his daughter’s power increased so crazily.

He could not comprehend nor find any pattern, and even Amon, who was becoming increasingly bizarre and powerful, couldn’t keep up with Emilia.

Standing in Emilia’s palace, Charles felt his power continuously replenishing.

He could even sense his daughter’s joy, madness, brutality, cruelty, innocence, and distortion.

Charles gave up the power enhancement from the Holy Light Divine State Title and tried to channel Emilia’s power—a power that seemed to originate from a realm of death.

It transformed Charles’s body into a skeleton wreathed in black mist, with the swirling dark mist forming a flag that fluttered outside his body.

In an instant, Charles’s soul sank into a small body, and he immediately heard a cheering voice, “Daddy, you’re here!”

Charles raised his right fist and smashed it down.

Emilia, who had been ferociously tearing at the flesh of the Lord of Rot, momentarily froze.

Then, raising her tiny fists, she smashed down a powerful punch that landed silently on the vast body of the Lord of Rot, causing a large portion of it to collapse as if a giant worm had just lost a massive chunk of its body.

Emilia burst out in joyful laughter, jumping into the “deep hole” she created.

Her tiny fists struck wildly, each punch obliterating large chunks of flesh.

The Lord of Rot writhed madly, spurting flesh in an attempt to heal, but to no avail.

Soon, this Evil God from the New Continent was beaten severely by Emilia’s tiny fists, breaking his large, worm-like body apart.

The Lord of Rot tried to mend his body, connecting the two severed parts.

Without hesitation, Amon jumped down, his body transforming into countless eyes that latched onto the split of the Lord of Rot’s body.

These eyes multiplied incessantly, increasing their numbers and inversely corroding the Lord of Rot.

Amon kept howling in pain.

The eyes forming from his body, while invading the Lord of Rot’s flesh, were also counteracted by the rotten evil power.

One eye after another decayed and burst, each decayed eye signifying a loss of power for Amon.

Without hesitation, Emilia jumped onto one segment of the Lord of Rot’s body and mimicked her earlier actions, breaking this segment again.

The eyes from Amon swiftly spread over, enveloping this segment of the body.

Charles stood on the Emilia Vessel, pointed with his hand, and that part of the body vanished; he had used the authority of the Labyrinth to remove it from this world, ensuring that the Lord of Rot lost its perception of it forever.

Countless eyes fell from the body of the Lord of Rot and reformed into Amon, who trembled all over, each part of his body showing signs of corrosion.

The power of the Lord of Rot, which every Evil God dreaded, was not something Amon would attempt to corrupt if not for his devotion to his father.

Charles pointed his hand, and the power of the Lord of Filth authority descended, expelling the rotten force from Amon’s body.

Amon returned to his usual state, looked at Charles Meklen gratefully, and whispered, “Father loves me.”

He hesitated no further and rejoined the battle, quickly coordinating with Emilia to throw another segment of the Lord of Rot’s body into the Labyrinth created by Charles.

Charles was about to throw this part of the body into a mountain of mud, but when his Labyrinth Power came into contact with it, he encountered unexpected resistance.

Instead of being surprised, he was ecstatic and leapt out of this world, personally taking this segment of the Lord of Rot into the mountain of mud.

By using the huge rotten evil power of the Lord of Filth’s flesh, he began dissecting this Evil God’s body.

As layer after layer, chunk after chunk, of the rotten flesh was peeled away, Charles soon found a Divine Talisman filled with evil; it belonged to the Lord of Rot’s authority and was now desperately resisting erosion.

No mortal could seize a Deity’s authority, not even an Evil God, but a True God could.

Charles summoned the Dead Sea Scrolls, which took residence upon the Divine Talisman of authority.

The soul fragments of the Lord of Rot were forcibly extracted bit by bit, eventually landing within the Dead Sea Scrolls.

The soul of this Evil God let out a terrible wail, filled with reluctance, anger, resentment, hatred, malice, and curses; yet it could do nothing more, for the power that imprisoned it came not from humans, but from the Lampbearer, one of the nine True Gods.

As the Dead Sea Scrolls tore the shattered soul of the Lord of Rot from its Divine Talisman of authority, Charles activated the power of the Labyrinth and the Lord of Filth, using the immense evil power contained in the mountain of mud to grind away bit by bit the self-consciousness of the Lord of Rot within the Divine Talisman.

Without the support of its main body and deprived of its soul, the residual consciousness of the Lord of Rot did not last long.

Perhaps more than ten days later, the Divine Talisman of the Lord of Rot suddenly emitted a dim yellow light and turned into an ownerless object.

Charles took it into his possession, shook his head, and sighed; the authorities he possessed, although powerful, seemed hardly “honorable and righteous.”

He too had dreams of becoming a God, but he still wanted to be a legitimate deity.

Given the current trend, he probably wouldn’t have any positive legends anymore.

Well, perhaps it was time again to rely on novelists to blur the lines between right and wrong.

Charles decided, whatever the future held, to firmly grasp the authority of novels, to craft his own public image conveniently.

Meanwhile, in another world’s battle, as Charles extracted the soul of the Lord of Rot and seized its corrupting authority, this huge worm-like deity suddenly froze, then completely collapsed and turned into a rotting swamp, thoroughly corroding that world and cracking into the real world.