The First Magic World War - Chapter 367 - Chapter 367: 349, Beastmen have a future, but there will be no beastmen in the future.

Chapter 367: 349, Beastmen have a future, but there will be no beastmen in the future.

Argon’s voice was very dull, and carried a hint of sorrow as he said, “The Blood Clan did not deceive us, they really sent a Blood Ancestor…”

Charles couldn’t shock Elephant Man Argon, but instead found himself shocked, his face paling as he asked, “Why did the Blood Ancestor come yet not make an appearance?”

Argon didn’t answer, but the expression on his face grew even more sorrowful. After flying across the Red Dragon Strait, he landed, with Golden Ram Herolf and Tumishen following suit, landing on the ground. It was difficult for both to take action, and Argon, as if not seeing them at all, set Charles down and said indifferently, “You have behaved very badly as a person, but somehow I can feel that you are actually a good person.”

“During this time, I have been very distressed, so to clear my mind, I made short trips nearby, visiting your Cappadocia City and St. Michael Island!”

Charles was greatly surprised and exclaimed, “You’ve also been to Cappadocia?”

Argon said, “Do you know why I didn’t kill you?”

In his heart, Charles thought: “This Elephant Man is so unpredictable, how could I know why you didn’t kill me?”

But he said righteously, “Because I represent the future of the Beastmen, and if you killed me, you would be personally severing the future of the Beastmen.”

On Elephant Man Argon’s face, the sadness deepened, and it was a long while before he said, “According to your method, Beastmen have a future, but there will be no Beastmen in that future! There will only be one kind of people, who can transform into Beastmen or humans at will. If they wish to identify as humans, no one can accuse them of being Beastmen. If they choose to identify as Beastmen, no one can discern whether they were originally human.”

“I was very curious about Tumishen’s Beast God Transformation Technique, and I also practiced it. I thought it was just a useless Secret Technique that could alter one’s appearance, but I never imagined you would use it to integrate humans and Beastmen.”

“Charles! You are a genius… one that I simply cannot comprehend.”

“A very unconventional genius.”

By this time, Elephant Man Argon no longer displayed the quick temper he had before, nor did he retain the naive quality which had made Charles always feel he could be easily deceived. Instead, he spoke confidently, almost with the demeanor of a philosopher.

Charles chuckled and said, “What do you think the future is? Is stubbornly clinging to the past and sealing oneself away the future?”

“Only better days ahead constitute the future. Beastmen need better days, not to adhere to old traditions, wounding and killing each other, living miserably, and constantly facing various crises, which even your Sacred Order cannot solve.”

Argon was silent for a good while before saying, “When I was young, I always thought that if I worked hard in my training, once I grew strong, I would be able to help my people out of their plight. But even after I reached the Sacred Order, I still couldn’t improve my people’s lives. I can do many things, but in the end, these haven’t made my people’s lives any better.”

Charles said, “To change the world, what’s needed is wisdom. Even if the strength is weaker, as long as there’s enough wisdom, things can gradually improve. Strength must be accompanied by wisdom to be used most effectively.”

Argon shook his head and said, “If you didn’t need strength, you wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to deceive me.”

“Where exactly did you send my people?”

Charles shrugged. There was no need to lie now, so he answered, “I sent them to Cappadocia. You’ve been there, so you should know that in that small city, Beastmen and humans live well together! I didn’t lie; Machu Picchu is indeed in my possession. Tumishen said that Machu Picchu is the ancestral land of your elephant tribe, and I can return it to the Elephant People, allowing them to return to their ancestral land.”

Argon fell silent again, and after a long time, he said, “I will go live in Cappadocia for a while to see if what you are saying is true.”

Charles was overjoyed. The strength of this Elephant Man was formidable and domineering; even Golden Ram Herolf and Tumishen working together couldn’t gain the upper hand against him, and that was when he was unarmed. If Argon were to use one of the ten Divine Artifacts of the Beastmen, the Dragon Hammer, who knew how powerful he would be?

Having such an unparalleled warrior under his command would truly be like Liu Bei acquiring Zhang Fei, or Cao Cao gaining Dian Wei!

Argon stood up, his bones making a crackling sound, but in a moment, he had transformed into a burly man. Although he was still extremely tall, he now looked no different from an ordinary, tall human being, and one could no longer tell he was “once” an Elephant Man.

It was only then that Charles realized that by “living in Cappadocia for a while,” Argon likely meant to conceal his real name, hide his identity, and observe in secret. A thought flickered in his heart; Argon, transformed into a human, might still not be able to defeat him…

However, Charles immediately discarded the thought. Perhaps in the future, Argon might still not agree with his principles and turn against him, ending up as enemies, but he felt he should take this risk. After all, the potential rewards were simply too great.

Tumishen was not his subordinate, and Golden Ram Herolf was bound by a contract resembling that of a master and servant. If Argon were to submit, he would be his first Sacred Order subordinate.

Argon growled slightly, dissatisfied with his new body, and said, “As a human, I possess no power at all. Can you teach me a human Secret Technique?”

Without any hesitation, Charles asked, “I am proficient in Bloody Glory!”

Argon refused, saying, “I don’t want to get involved with those Vampires.”

Charles pondered for a while and then suggested, “How about the Dark Breath Technique?”

Besides Bloody Glory, Charles didn’t know many Secret Techniques. He had recently acquired books from St. Michael Island, which contained many ancient Secret Techniques, but he had only skimmed through some and had not studied or memorized them; so, he couldn’t teach them. Other than the Dark Breath, he only knew the Lamia Breathing Technique taught at the Behemoth National Academy.

Argon asked, “The legitimate direct teaching from Lady Black Moon?”

Charles nodded and said, “Yes! No matter which True God you believed in before, from now on, please do not betray the Goddess.”

“Otherwise, I will surely represent the Goddess to punish you.”

Charles spoke with an air of righteousness, but in reality, he just wanted to showcase his personal character.

Argon looked at Charles strangely and asked, “Do you really have the confidence to catch up with me in the future?”

Charles answered, “What’s so strange about that?”

Argon said flatly, “But I am only twenty-one years old, younger than you!”

These words struck hard!

When Charles Mecklen was truly twenty-one years old, he was nothing!

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Charles Mecklen’s progress was only due to facing the Evil God directly and being favored by a True God.

After a while, Charles murmured lowly, “I can call upon many allies.”

Now it was Argon’s turn to feel dismayed.

As a non-cannibal among the Beastmen, he was an outlier, a peace-loving man who disliked the Orc Assassin Alliance and had almost no friends.

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