The First Magic World War

Chapter 487: 454.

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Just a monster, not an Evil God?

Chapter 487: 454.

Just a monster, not an Evil God?

Following their voyage, Charles never again encountered the fleet of the Black Phoenix.

He corrected the course according to the coordinates, and after seven or eight days, he spotted an island ahead in the ocean!

There were clear signs of human habitation on the island, and on the southeast side, there was even a port, flanked by cliffs on both sides, forming a natural harbor.

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Someone had built a port due to the terrain, but it had been abandoned for a long time.

When Charles saw this island, he understood why those three items were located here.

He didn’t need to search for the Great Sea Serpent Witch Posuji, nor the King of the Giant Whales, and he didn’t need to look for the Gomodoro Tree because someone had already collected the snake fangs, Whale’s Tears, and ancient tree branches, hiding them on this mysterious island.

“There must be a mysterious treasure here.”

“I wonder who occupied this place back then and why it was abandoned.”

Charles had already informed Juno Arthur of the purpose of this trip, but Juno Arthur showed no interest in going ashore, so Charles only brought Agon, Gareth Mecklen, and Antonio Constantine onto the island.

Although still a Level Eighteen, Charles, employing his Quickness Technique multiplied by twelve, exhibited an elegance far superior to that of Earth’s ancient martial arts novels, where masters skim over water with graceful ease—much more stylish than the modern martial arts novels’ Spider Water Crossing or the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River.

Without assistance from his subordinates, Charles stepped onto the island atop the sea waves!

He and Herolf of the Golden Goat had confirmed that this island had never appeared on any sea chart, nor in any pirates’ tales, and certainly no documents recorded its existence.

Even the documents and materials that Charles had moved from St.

Michael Island contained no records of this island.

From a distance, the island was certainly not small; it spanned several hundred square kilometers, sufficient to accommodate a small human town.

However, its remoteness from the mainland and the lack of various life necessities meant that any town established here would definitely turn out quite poorly.

Thinking of this, Charles recalled Agmillar’s Labyrinth.

He no longer had any of that Labyrinth left, and although the island had an abandoned port and traces of human habitation, there was no city or even ruins to be found, nor did it seem likely to undergo Maze-ification; otherwise, it was an excellent target for such a transformation.

Charles stood on the island, looking around, and was about to delve deeper when the three subordinates who came with him descended slowly, particularly Andreas, whose face turned red as he landed, mentioning softly, “One can’t fly here, something’s odd.”

Agon’s expression was grave as well.

“This isn’t any no-fly zone or a Gravity Magic Array.

It is the island itself resisting Supernatural Powers above the Sacred level.”

Gareth Mecklen took a deep breath, his Blood Energy surging, his body as if enveloped in a layer of blood-red armor, and said, “Father, let your son lead the way for you.”

He strode forward, while Agon and Andreas quickly covered their mouths, their faces glowing red as they stifled their laughter, eventually catching up with Gareth’s steps.

Charles shrugged his shoulders; he didn’t want it to be this way!

The four climbed up the cliffs on the edge of the island and could see eight warships slowly entering the natural harbor.

The Dolmabahçe Number was the first to dock, yet no one disembarked from the ship.

This was an order from Charles, forbidding anyone else to set foot on this island before he had preliminarily explored it.

Given the situation, this command seemed very wise; the island indeed was a bit bizarre.

With three Sacred-level protectors by his side, Charles remained extremely vigilant.

Suddenly sensing something moving through the nearby bushes, he pulled out the Withering Rose and fired a shot.

The Vampiric Pistol, initially purchased from Julian and which had not seen use for a long time due to Charles’s increase in strength, was particularly suitable for exploring the island.

Like the Blood Rose, it could be hidden in the Vortex of Vampirism; and with moderate power, it allowed for the replenishment of Vampiric Bullets without worry about running out of ammunition.

Having trained under Juno for so long, Charles’s gunmanship had greatly advanced, and even with a Low level Transcendent handgun, he still hit the target with a single shot.

Charles suddenly felt that the Withering Rose had received an additional dozen bullets, while the creature in the bushes just shook a bit then tried to dart away quickly, surprisingly him.

His three Sacred-level companions drew their weapons.

Andreas uttered a low command, sweeping his sword horizontally and sending a transparent Qi Blade that cut through numerous plants and revealed the creature.

It appeared to be a “human” yet was definitively not.

It wore a very old naval uniform, unlike any from any country of the Old Continent.

Its body was snow-white, an inhuman type of pale white, with bare feet that had only one toe—not missing toes, but naturally having just one.

Its hands also each had only one large, curved finger, also a natural condition.

It had just one eye, glowing intensely with a sinister look, filled with fierce, hateful, bloodthirsty, and other brutally violent emotions.

It had neither a mouth nor a nose!

Andreas said in a low voice, “It’s a naval uniform from the Sherlock Dynasty!”

Gareth also said, “I’ve never seen or heard of such a monster.”

Agon spoke gravely, “It’s not a beastman either.”

When the monster faced the four men, it clearly displayed raw malice but also apparent fear, especially of the Withering Rose that Charles held in his hand—it had just been shot by it and that surely hurt.

Charles thought for a moment and then said, “Kill it.”

The monster seemed to understand Charles’s words, throwing its head back and letting out a roar, but since it had no mouth, it could only posture without making a sound.

With a feint from Gareth, a massive surge of energy swept through, and the monster completely vanished from this world.

Although they had killed the monster, Charles still felt slightly uneasy, muttering softly, “Let’s be careful!”

Agon shrugged his shoulders and murmured, “It’s just a monster, not an Evil God, right?”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, feeling perhaps he was being overly anxious.

After all, both Agon and Gareth were Twenty-second Sacred level powerful, and Andreas had already broken through the twentieth grade.

With such a group, even if an avatar of an Evil God descended, they could hold their ground for several rounds, let alone just a mere monster?

Considering he himself was an Eighteenth-grade High-Level Transcendent, it was very rare to encounter an equal below the Sacred level.

Charles and his group walked around the cliff for a bit.

The abandoned port, with its original facilities well-preserved, had many structures carved out from the cliff itself, extending to the other side of the cliff in a massive engineering feat.

If a large labor force wasn’t employed, Transcendents must have been involved in the construction.

Charles didn’t plan to explore the port in detail; he was here to find the Extraordinary Object needed to repair the Holy Light Divine State Title, not to indulge in adventure.

Thus, he quickly led the three Sacred level beings deeper into the island.

Although the island seemed to resist the Supernatural Power above the Sacred level, judging from their experience, only flying was somewhat challenging.

Andreas and his companions could still manage to fly with some struggle if they were willing to use a large amount of Fighting Spirit; there was no other obstruction in using their Supernatural Power.

Charles and his group were also well-equipped with ample weapons and were not very worried about encountering dangers.

After walking for half an hour, Charles suddenly leapt high into the air, with his Quickness Technique ×12 enabling him to jump forty to fifty feet high.

He looked back while in mid-air and was slightly relieved as he could still see the cliff.

However, he then saw countless monsters they had just killed gathering from all directions towards the cliff edge.

Upon landing, Charles reported quietly what he had seen.

Andreas said, “With Mr.

Juno overseeing the fleet, there’s no need for us to return for help.

I suggest we keep moving forward.”

“These monsters must have a nest!”

“Although we aren’t afraid, dealing with so many monsters can be very troublesome.”

Agon and Gareth also took to the air, actually flying despite the heavy consumption of Fighting Spirit due to the repulsion of this mysterious island, but they found a direction.

The group quickened their pace and soon encountered a wild beast, large enough to rival an elephant on Earth, but shaped like a wolf with a tyrant’s head, extremely ferocious.

It lunged at them on sight.

Charles fired eighteen shots before finally killing this fierce beast, but not before the Withering Rose was loaded with a hundred Blood Energy Bullets from this creature.

This showed how strong its Life Force was.

Charles could even sense that this oddly shaped beast was a Transcendent magical beast, though its Grade was not very high, probably around Second or Third Grade.

None of them were interested in exploring further about this beast; only Andreas tried a slash and found his enhanced Fighting Spirit cut through like slicing tofu, losing interest in the beast afterward.

He originally wanted to see if this beast had something valuable, thinking of collecting it on the way.

After encountering this beast, Charles and his group gradually began encountering more life forms on the island, all of which were very peculiar and almost never seen or completely new to the Old Continent.

Charles did not want to engage in more killing; he was here to find items needed to repair the Holy Light Divine State Title, not to venture here.

Moreover, what good was there to explore in this place?

Calculating the distance, they waren’t nearing the central part of the island when suddenly they heard a hoarse cry.

A group of blue-skinned giants, slender and over three meters tall, rushed out from the woods.

They aimed their crude bows and arrows at them.

Charles couldn’t help but exclaim, “Is there a rare intelligent species here, too?”

A clearly female blue giant made a few calls, and to his surprise, Charles understood; these beings were speaking the language of the Sherlock Dynasty, which he had studied a bit in college.