The First Magic World War

Chapter 522 - 522 488, Sage of the Mirror

?Chapter 522: 488, Sage of the Mirror Chapter 522: 488, Sage of the Mirror “Magic Weapon!”

Charles and Zimmerman had joined forces to kill an extraordinary monster, and this time, after they had burned the monster, they obtained an extraordinary weapon, a two-handed battle axe.

Zimmerman slightly pursed his lips and said, “Neither of us is suitable for this weapon.”

Charles hesitated for a moment and said, “I actually have practiced transforming into other beastmen.”

He grabbed the two-handed battle axe, roared lowly, and his body gradually transformed into a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior, seamlessly shifting his Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, maintaining a level three.

Charles could feel another Bloodthirsty Rune forming inside him—Berserk!

Transformed into a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior, Charles had three Bloodthirsty Runes: Bear Strength, Berserk, and Malice!

Berserk allowed for one burst, increasing his combat effectiveness by two to three tenths, enhancing stamina, speed, and strength altogether, though it also heated up his brain.

To Charles’s slight surprise, the combination of Berserk and Malice Bloodthirsty Runes could actually transform into “Super Berserk”; in the Super Berserk form, the combat effectiveness of the Hunchback Red Bear Warrior could be increased by more than fifty percent, almost as if he had leveled up—the extraordinary level three could exhibit the strength of level four.

However, the Super Berserk State placed a great burden on the body, greatly shortening the combat duration, and prolonged fighting would cause damage to the body.

For Charles, this was not much of a problem; his spirituality was extremely high, he wouldn’t lose control, and he could end the Berserk or the Super Berserk State at any time.

Zimmerman displayed an incredible look and shook his head slightly after a while, seemingly witnessing something unbelievable.

This extraordinary-level two-handed battle axe, a level one extraordinary weapon, had only one attribute—Sharpness!

However, in the hands of Charles, who could transform into a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior, it truly became a mighty weapon; they encountered seven or eight groups of monsters, and under Charles’s two-handed battle axe, none could withstand a single blow; even two of the level four extraordinary monsters couldn’t withstand a single move.

Although Charles’s Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit was only level three, with Bear Strength and Super Berserk, he could barely erupt with level four strength, but his true martial strength was a full eighteen levels, almost unmatched below the sacred levels.

He had been trained by Cyrus, Julian, Juno, and others, refining his martial techniques repeatedly, making normally unseen flaws as clear as day in his eyes, not to mention various ingenious maneuvers and rich experience in facing enemies.

After Charles had slain a monster wrapped in rotting cloth strips, he glanced at the prompt: 2176/26942.

He couldn’t help but complain softly, “Why have only so few been killed?

It’s not even one tenth.”

He and Zimmerman had been killing for two or three days in the underground city; at the current pace, it seemed they wouldn’t exit for a month.

However, Charles also discovered that the monsters they encountered were becoming more formidable; although ordinary monsters still predominated, their encounters with extraordinary monsters were also increasing.

Quite likely, in a few days, they would meet monsters that would require tough battles to kill; later on, it might even be possible to encounter some that couldn’t be killed at all, necessitating escape.

“The third-level extraordinary is too weak.”

“Zimmerman’s sixth-level extraordinary isn’t much stronger than me.”

“If I could get rid of Zimmerman, I could easily level this underground city with my eighteen levels of strength.”

Zimmerman once again mentioned needing to rest, and Charles could only accompany him to find a place to rest and recover their strength.

As usual, Zimmerman provided Charles with food and water.

Charles undid his beastman transformation, drank some water, ate something, and secretly practiced Bloody Glory for a while; during this period, he hadn’t wasted any time and practiced Bloody Glory every day, but it was already difficult to make progress at eighteen levels.

After practicing for a few hours, Charles was about to disperse Bloody Glory when suddenly his eyes slightly pained, and another silver rune condensed.

His Infinite Mirror Realm had been continuously infused with many pages of Agmillar’s Labyrinth, yet there hadn’t been any movement.

Although Charles had also been striving in his practice during this period, he had not held much hope, but unexpectedly, the Infinite Mirror Realm broke through just then.

The seventh Infinite Mirror Realm Rune—Sage of the Mirror.

Sage of the Mirror: A Magical Life created from endless knowledge, capable of using magic, answering various questions, becoming the best advisor, and even serving as a family tutor.

Charles was greatly surprised; he hadn’t expected the breakthrough of the Infinite Mirror Realm to be in this direction!

He quietly created a magic mirror, gave it a slight shake, and indeed saw in the mirror a woman with a curvaceous figure, seductive looks, and a sexy allure, wearing a magic robe that was largely revealing, a perfect interpretation of a bikini battle robe.

Charles was slightly shocked and muttered to himself, “Shouldn’t it be an old man?”

“This kind of sage doesn’t seem like a proper sage!”

“Maybe I’m not very proper?”

“No, that’s impossible.

I must be a proper person.”

Charles couldn’t possibly ask Zimmerman in front of this Mirror Sage what was going on with her.

Why was the gender not right?

After dispersing the magic mirror in his hand, Charles vaguely felt that this Sage of the Mirror looked somewhat familiar.

After a little while, he suddenly remembered who this female sage resembled.

“Lady Black Moon!

She looks like the Black Moon Goddess…”

“How could this be?

What is going on here?

Could it be that my image of a sage is like a goddess?”

Charles remembered the first time he saw Lady Black Moon; no one could describe Her appearance, all words of this world paled before Her, no one could capture Her grace, and all painting techniques of time seemed so crude before Her.

But Lady Black Moon was delicate and exquisite, while his Sage of the Mirror had a fiery figure and a seductive charm.

Except for their faces being somewhat similar, from temperament to physique, from grace to personality, from every move to demeanor, there was nothing else alike.

The problem was, Charles had never thought of defiling a god.

“This is really bad.”

“Could it be that something is wrong with me?

No way!

That’s absolutely impossible.

I’m not some old pervert, nor have I ever fantasized about a goddess.”

“It must be…”

Charles suddenly felt a chill on his back and dared no longer continue this line of thought.

The silver halo behind him had originally stilled for a moment, even starting to emit a dangerous air.

When he decided to stop his wild thoughts, the silver halo gradually started rotating again, as if it had proudly accomplished something, spinning exceptionally joyfully, very, very joyfully.

Charles took a deep breath and transformed back into a Hunchback Red Bear Warrior, his Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit surging throughout his body, giving him a sense of security he couldn’t explain.

For the first time, Charles discovered that training in Bloody Glory might turn him into an Evil God or might not, but it would certainly offend some True God.