The First Magic World War

Charles had once fought against the Evil God Anululu, though at that time he had merely tagged along. Seeing these avatars of the Flame Evil God once again, Charles still felt a sense of familiarity.

When he had originally led the expedition across the Agres Sea, Charles had assigned Magical Alchemy Warships to his subordinates of the Sacred level. However, upon returning to the Old Continent, many of the Sacred-level warriors no longer followed the fleet, mainly because most of them were not adept at naval warfare and lacked knowledge in sailing. Now, this fleet, though it had five Magical Alchemy Warships, had only Aspros as a commander, and including Vigo on the 'Dolmabahçe Number', there were only two of the Sacred level.

The land-based attack troops were led by Agon and Andreas. Working together, they still could not handle Rowevereto, who could summon the Flame Evil God.

Charles slightly smiled, soared into the sky with speed that was incredibly fast even among those of the Sacred level. He reached the mountain peak that was reaching out its giant hand, threw a Golden Ring, and a massive ship descended from the sky, striking with such force that it shook the earth and sky, even causing the entire Duoviliat Port to tremble, collapsing countless buildings.

The 'Holy Light Divine State Title' firmly suppressed the mountain top, and just as the incarnation of the Flame Evil God Anululu was about to emerge, it let out a long, agonizing howl. First, the giant hand that it had stretched out was bitten by something, trying desperately to pull away. Then, a mysterious force invaded, igniting countless demonic flames in its body.

The incarnation of the Flame Evil God lasted only about fifteen minutes before it was pulled apart into pieces by several mysterious forces, and the entire mountain top fell silent.

Charles himself was terrified, thinking darkly, "Last time, the incarnation of the Flame Evil God wasn't this weak? How come they devoured it so quickly this time?"

The 'Holy Light Divine State Title' that accompanied Charles on his expedition across the Agres Sea had "devoured" quite a few things along the way, including the remnants of an evil god and five Divine Creatures had partially recovered, indeed becoming more powerful.

The main body of the Flame Evil God Anululu was still in the New Continent, embroiled in a massive chaotic battle of the evil gods, its recent power only slightly damaged, hence the one-sided nature of this battle.

From the sky above, Charles looked down at Duoviliat Port and shouted loudly, "I am Duke Mecklen! You've invaded my territory, and there is no escape from your crimes. However, if you are willing to surrender, I will give you a chance to become my subjects! Under my rule, the people of the entire continent are known to live peaceful and prosperous lives. I levy no taxes, encourage commerce, encourage trade, and provide land and houses for free..."

Behind Charles, a mountain peak just suppressed might have unleashed an incarnation of an evil god. Atop the mountain now was a warship exuding a menacing aura, sending out countless noisy thoughts that swept through the entire port city like a cacophony piercing through the brain...

Visually speaking, Charles looked more like a Demon King, a tyrant set to destroy the world.

Despite Charles's enticing promises, the New Worlders at Duoviliat Port were still uncertain and worried that once they surrendered, they would be thrown to the Evil God as food.

Rowevereto, however, didn't think so. He knew that Charles had incorporated the New Worlders who attacked Black Phoenix City and settled them quite well, confiscating all of their wealth, which was a normal punishment since they had almost taken down the Mecklen Duchy.

His biggest reliance was his ability to summon the Evil God Anululu. But with Charles suppressing the incarnation of the Flame Evil God as soon as he made a move, Rowevereto knew that Duoviliat Port wouldn't last long without the help of the evil god incarnation.

Rowevereto returned to the New Continent, like all the other immigrants, hoping for a stable life instead of returning to battle. He had already been through enough wars in the New Continent.

Faced with Charles's offer, Rowevereto actually hesitated for a moment before also rising into the air and asked, "We just want to live a peaceful life."

Charles shouted, "You are stealing my land."

Roweireto said in a deep voice, "We can purchase it."

Unable to help himself, Charles sneered, "Surrender, or die, choose one! I don't have time to argue with you. The Mecklen Duchy is my fiefdom, and I will not allow anyone else to interfere."

Roweireto wanted to say something, but Charles pointed towards the sky with one arm, and the Holy Light Divine State Title transformed back into a Golden Ring, flying up into the sky above Charles, spinning chaotically. Roweireto knew very well that if he continued to dispute, Charles would launch that gold ring directly down, transforming it into a Legendary Warship comparable to the Evil God, crashing it into Duoviliat Port.

That would result in a cataclysmic outcome.

Roweireto could only sigh and say, "We are willing to surrender!"

Charles opened his palm, retrieving the Golden Ring, and with a command, both the naval and land forces immediately began to close in. Roweireto reluctantly ordered the port and city gates be opened, allowing the Westwind Knights to enter the city.

Charles took over Duoviliat Port and gave Roweireto an order to lead a group of immigrants to resettle in Modova Principality. He had no means to restrict this Sacred Level from the New World, opting instead to dispatch him far away from the battlefield, and indeed, Modova Principality needed a formidable Sacred Level to oversee it.

The region was full of hills, very suitable for someone like Roweireto, who could harness the power of the Flame Evil God Anululu to transform ordinary hills into volcanoes to unleash his battle prowess.

First, Charles mazified the port city, allowing a portion of the people to follow Roweireto to Sadova, only leaving a fraction behind, relocating more than thirty percent of the residents.

These groups of immigrants from the New World tended to form insular communities, which could undermine his rule.

The only strategy for assimilating the population was to use the same language, grant the same status, replace their identities with culture, and expedite the movement of the populace.

Having seized Duoviliat Port, the New Worlders entrenched in Limate immediately fled in panic, allowing him to reclaim the Abruzzo Region without bloodshed.

Charles did not linger, instructing Agon and Andreas to continue their advance on land, while he himself commanded the fleet to move towards Arcadia Port.

However, as the fleet neared the waters of Arcadia Port, Charles dared not approach further; he saw countless sails, a fleet even larger than the one outside Black Phoenix City, and spotted several warships resembling sea monsters, nearly rivaling the Holy Light Divine State Title and Emilia Vessel.

After consolidating all his warships, his fleet was still outnumbered by the fleet from the New World, and both sides confronted each other at sea, each gathering more than half of their naval forces.

Avesh, witnessing Charles's fleet, had eyes filled with hatred, and bitterly told the stalwart man beside him, "That is Duke Mecklen."

He was still the chairman of the New World Conference, yet no longer its leader.