The First Magic World War - Chapter 365 - Chapter 365: 347, do you think I'm stupid?

Chapter 365: 347, do you think I’m stupid?

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Golden Ram Herolf was certainly not incompetent; in fact, the Old Goat was quite formidable. After all, he was a seasoned member of the Sacred Order, having dominated the Sea of Giant Whales for many years. Although Agon was the most talented beastman of his generation, he was still young, with thirty years less cultivation than the Old Goat, and it was not so easy for him to catch up.

Even Menilman, facing the Old Goat one-on-one, could not take him down.

Golden Ram Herolf possessed Marine System Fighting Spirit and an array of Marine System Spells, his methods of engagement constantly shifting and diverse, coupled with the Rapier Dao Hai in his hand, he had bridged the gap in strength between humans and the Elephant People.

Elephant Man Argon initially wanted to take on two at once, knowing Tumishen’s strength and thinking that Golden Ram Herolf was on par with the Old Leopard Man, he was quite confident. However, he had not anticipated that the strength of the Old Goat was far beyond that of Tumishen.

The two members of the Sacred Order had been locked in fierce battle for three to four hours, tearing the sky’s clouds apart as if they were frayed cotton, and although Argon and the Old Goat both consciously contained their power to avoid affecting those below, the intensity was still fierce enough to shake the hearts of onlookers.

During these three or four hours, Charles had not been idle; after observing the battle for a short while, he directed the Labyrinth Guardians to divide the beastman army. Any who resisted were soundly thrashed by several Transcendent beastmen, subdued and compliant. Mostly comprised of the Elephant People, with a few other docile beastmen tribes, this beastman army had considerable combat strength and could have resisted for quite a while in a normal battle, but they couldn’t withstand the numerous Transcendents among Charles’s Labyrinth Guardians.

Charles forced the group of beastmen to submit. After determining which ones were not man-eaters, he sent them one by one to Cappadocia City.

The battle in the sky was not over yet, but the beastmen who had charged into Strasbourg had all been shipped off by Charles, leaving not even a single hair behind.

Argon, caught up in the battle, had no idea that Charles had “stolen his base.”

Tumishen watched as Charles efficiently dealt with the situation, sending off the beastmen led by Argon, and thought to himself, “Mister Mecklen truly is adept at stirring up trouble.”

“I am curious how he will face Argon’s wrath next.”

Argon let out a long howl to the sky, his Fighting Spirit taking the form of three giant elephants, a unique sign of the Elephant People’s practice of Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit. Each Fighting Spirit elephant could strengthen Argon by one time his own power, and with three, he could wield four times his own strength.

Golden Ram Herolf also exerted his full strength, pointing the Rapier Dao Hai at the sea and shouting, “Surge!” Endless water transformed into a water tornado, rising to the heavens, turning into raging waves.

Both had profound cultivation and could battle energetically for three days and nights, but Charles did not wish to let them continue fighting. He shouted loudly, “Agon! Your troops suddenly left the city, I couldn’t stop them!”

Elephant Man Argon was stoking his Fighting Spirit higher and higher, his fighting spirit ever-increasing, but when he suddenly heard Charles’s shout, he hurriedly looked down. So engrossed was he in the battle that he had not noticed his own army had indeed vanished. Argon left Golden Ram Herolf and landed on the ground where, after a frantic search confirming none of his subordinates were left, he couldn’t help but grab the Old Leopard Man and bellow, “Where are my people?”

Tumishen said, “They truly left on their own, if you don’t believe me, ask Charles.”

Agon dropped the Old Leopard Man and sought out Charles.

Without hesitation, Charles slipped into the depths of the Labyrinth, as chatting with a Sacred Order Elephant Man was far too dangerous.

Charles’s voice echoed throughout Strasbourg, he loudy proclaimed, “Your people have indeed all gone, and we dared not stop them.”

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Argon cursed loudly, “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“It must be you who did this!”

He punched and shattered a house, yelling, “Come out, let me kill you.”

Charles replied loudly, “Do you think I’m stupid?”

Enraged beyond measure, Argon’s fists continued to pummel and demolish over a dozen houses. Charles shouted, “If you wish, we can leave Dubrovnik. Why don’t you take a few days to dismantle the city slowly?”

Argon knew that demolishing more houses would be futile, and he stopped furiously, shouting, “It must be you who took my people away. Hand them over, and I won’t kill you.”

The Golden Ram Herolf also descended, and though the Old Goat still tried hard to maintain his aloof persona in silence, the marine system Fighting Spirit surging within him became increasingly turbulent. Elephant Man Argon knew this old man was no weaker than himself. As the number one genius of the Beastman, it wasn’t just his rapid cultivation progression, but also his considerable combat experience that was remarkable.

With the Old Goat’s protection, Charles felt considerably safer and voiced loudly, “Isn’t this just bullying by relying on sophistry, imposing hardship on others, and extracting a confession by force… isn’t it?”

“Is this what heroes should do?”

“You’re just bullying me because I haven’t cultivated as long as you. If I ascend to the Sacred Order, would you dare duel with me?”

Facing someone like Elephant Man Argon, Charles too felt somewhat helpless. Once Argon became fixated on an idea, nothing said by anyone else was effective, there was simply no way to change his mind. The matter of Machu Picchu, he intended to keep as his trump card, not to be revealed hastily.

Argon continued to curse loudly, and as the two engaged in their war of words, Argon eventually felt that he couldn’t best Charles, and with a loud cry, he slammed his fists into the ground. The earth suddenly collapsed, with fissures spreading outward, splitting the road of a whole street in Dubrovnik.

Facing such a ferocious and powerful punch, Charles couldn’t help but feel a bit terrified and thought to himself, “Bloody Glory isn’t known for brute strength. Even if I ascend to the Sacred Order, I wouldn’t be his match in a head-on fight, I’ll have to win by surprise.”

Charles saw that the time was ripe and finally unleashed his big gun, shouting, “It’s not trickery; they hurried off after hearing that Machu Picchu is now in the hands of the Leopard People.”

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Argon was slightly taken aback. Even though he still felt that Charles was spouting nonsense, Machu Picchu was the ancestral land of the Elephant People. Since the fall of the Beastman dynasty, all Beastmen had been driven out of the Northern Continent, and returning to Machu Picchu had become the dream of all Elephant People.

But even the most stubborn Elephant Man knew it was impossible to reclaim Machu Picchu unless they could conquer the Human Empire and revive the Beastman dynasty.

Argon was breathing heavily. A voice in the bottom of his heart was shouting, “This guy is lying, such a thing is absolutely impossible.” However, there was a sliver of hope that wished the story true. He yelled, “How could the Leopard People possibly occupy Machu Picchu? That’s near the capital of the Fars Empire, there’s no way those human powerhouses would allow Beastmen to live there.”

Charles spread his hands and said, “I’ve already helped the Leopard People obtain citizenship in the Fars Empire. They’re no longer Beastmen; they’re humans now. How could it not be possible for them to live in Strasbourg?”

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