The First Magic World War

Chapter 513 - 513 479, The first Temple of the Serpent of Destiny in Pale City

?Chapter 513: 479, The first Temple of the Serpent of Destiny in Pale City Chapter 513: 479, The first Temple of the Serpent of Destiny in Pale City Charles had thoughtfully provided a group of ghost crew members, as for what would happen when sailing on the Ghost Ship to the New Continent?

Sorry, not even Charles himself could know.

After all, he was very serious about integrity and admonished the group of ghost crew members to behave, to try not to give away their true nature as evil spirits.

Hmm, some ghost ships that had been submerged in sea water for a shorter time looked quite new, and the crew members were less decayed; at a glance, they appeared no different from ordinary living people, except they couldn’t sail under direct sunlight.

Charles had tried it out on his journey; during the day, these ghost ships had to dive to the sea floor…

Although they could still navigate by day, they decayed quicker.

That chubby merchant was also very honest, indeed helping Charles with an introduction to a clerk from the Pale City, who procured the missionary permit documents for him, and the ten pieces of land there were problem-free; he had staked all his fortunes on this transaction, without any plans of leaving anything for himself in the Pale City.

Both parties were straightforward, and three days later, the merchant set sail with all his belongings.

It was only after setting out to sea and inspecting the cabin that he delightfully discovered an extra batch of goods aboard the ship.

These goods were well-sealed, mostly still in good condition, and their value almost matched his entire fortune.

Putting aside the joy of that brave merchant for a moment, Charles quickly attracted a group of workers and began constructing the first Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

A portion of the workers was locals, another part from Charles’s own men; the locals mainly slacked off, while his own subordinates were the ones truly responsible for building the temple.

Those who were brought in for work were all Labyrinth Guardians and nearly all were Transcendents, each with enormous strength, tremendously vigorous during work; they could carry the giant stones needed for the temple construction themselves, which was much more convenient than heavy machinery.

In just seven or eight days, the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny was roughly built, and Charles even tried silently praying once, hoping the Serpent of Destiny would “enlighten” this temple.

Hmm, the Serpent of Destiny was quite generous, and truly bestowed divine radiance!

The temple, initially made of piled stones, under the divine light, revealed countless decorative frescoes, patterns, sculptures, fancy columns, and even an additional sculpture in the very center of the temple—a statue of the Serpent of Destiny.

Charles was overjoyed, within his fleet there were countless believers of the Serpent of Destiny, he found a volunteer to become a Priest, then began officially recruiting divine personnel.

While many youths in the Pale City, under the influence of the centime, professed their belief in the Serpent of Destiny, such faith was too weak to produce a covenantor of the gods; Charles had to pinch his nose and first gather the numbers, slowly contemplating the issue of devoutness.

On the third day after the temple’s completion, almost all the residents of the Pale City had a grand dream, dreaming of a deity clad in golden armor, angrily rallying them to topple the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny and proclaiming that He would bring disaster to the city.

By morning, countless residents swarmed the streets, marching mightily towards the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

Of course, Charles had not had this dream, but many of the divine personnel he recruited had shaky beliefs and also had this dream; upon waking up, he sensed that the atmosphere was amiss.

He casually questioned a few people and quickly learned of the situation.

Charles could only take a group of Labyrinth Guardians, exit the temple, and form a battle arrangement.

Looking at the residents who were fiercely shouting about toppling the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny, Charles sighed heavily.

Of course, he couldn’t allow such a thing to happen, especially since the Serpent of Destiny had already bestowed its favor.

He muttered to himself, “I was hoping to solve this peacefully, but it seems we must fight.”

A dozen of the residents at the front were shouting loudly, “They are followers of the Evil God, spreading faith to harvest our souls.

We cannot allow the Evil God to propagate belief here.

Down with the temple, bury these foreigners alive.”

Charles knew that there was no reasoning with such fanatical believers; no words could help.

Raising both hands, he was about to order the attack when he heard a voice by his ear, “What’s the matter, Charles?

You’re in trouble, why not seek out your teacher?”

Turning around, Charles saw Juno Arthur, and was overjoyed, exclaiming, “Teacher, how did you get here?

But faced with such fanatical followers of the Evil God, do you have any solutions?”

Juno smiled slightly and said, “The Evil God is, after all, an Evil God.

They must act according to rules, which naturally leaves many flaws.”

Blinking, Juno said, “You haven’t forgotten, your teacher also knows a bit of Dream Technique.”

This Peak Holy Order from the Old Continent extended a finger and whispered softly, “May all beings fall into slumber, may all souls wander in Dreamscape, I shall reign over your dreams, and your perception will be changed by my hand.”

Juno Arthur demonstrated why he was considered the strongest of the Blood Clan!

Under his powerful Bloodline Mantra, hundreds of residents from Pale City lost their earlier ferocity, stiffening with a vacant gaze as they all fell into the realm of Dreamscape.

Charles was also pulled into the Dreamscape by Juno, where he personally witnessed his teacher shining with golden light, donning a layer of Golden Armor, and declaiming loudly, “Yesterday, someone stole my power and issued a false divine command, the one who will bring disaster to this city is the priest Janus, he has betrayed me…”

Charles couldn’t help but comment, “Teacher, your ability to turn black into white is indeed formidable!”

After Juno had manipulated the crowd, he landed and asked, “Have you learned something?”

Charles nodded and said, “The Dream Technique can only guide and not forcibly change things.

That’s why you didn’t have them tear down the Golden Temple, because it’s impossible to do so, and it would wake them up.

But targeting a specific priest is completely doable.”

Juno smiled and said, “You really are my best student.”

“Now you also know how to use the Bloodline Mantra in battle, don’t you?”

Charles was utterly in awe of Juno; previously, he had not imagined the Bloodline Mantra of the Arthur Clan to be so overwhelmingly powerful.

Whether it was the previous Great Prophecy or this Bloodline Dreamscape, both were dominant group attacks.

If we talk about opening up a battlefield, the Arthur Clan is truly deserved of being the Old Continent’s number one.

Not to mention the Blood Clan, even the Human Race and the Beastman didn’t possess such grandiose secret techniques.

The two withdrew from the Dreamscape, to see the residents of Pale City waking up and then turning in anger to attack the Golden Temple.

It wasn’t long before an old man’s panicked shouts could be heard, “Do not believe the deceptions of the Evil God, I am Agmilas’s spokesperson, it is impossible for me to betray the God of the Labyrinth…”

Using the Quickness Technique, Charles quietly blended into the crowd and soon saw an elderly priest tied to a stake, surrounded by kindling.

A young, handsome man stood by with a torch, a gentle smile upon his face.

When Charles saw the man holding the torch, his body felt as if it had plunged into icy water—he recognized that face and couldn’t help but cry out in shock, “Captain Huntington!”