The First Magic World War

Chapter 540 - 540 506, Evil God Colosseum's bug

?Chapter 540: 506, Evil God Colosseum’s bug Chapter 540: 506, Evil God Colosseum’s bug Charles rested his chin in his hand, sinking into deep thought—the fortieth Labyrinth wasn’t too difficult; rather, it was too simple.

Although he was alone, he believed that with the strength of Level Eighteen, sweeping through the eighteen towns of Mosuli wouldn’t be difficult.

Charles always felt that Agmilas was playing tricks on him, and that the Evil God Colosseum was certainly not normal.

Although he was not very familiar with the Evil God Colosseum, he was aware of a detail—that be it a preliminary selection candidate or a replacement candidate for the Evil God, it wasn’t exclusively for Agmilas.

Every Evil God had its candidates and replacements, yet Mosuli only had Agmilas’s…

That was just too strange, wasn’t it?

With too little information at his disposal, Charles didn’t know what exactly Agmilas was planning to do with him.

Nevertheless, he decided to take action first.

Two replacement candidates for the Evil God were locked in fierce combat here; their cities were bound to be vulnerable.

Charles prepared to choose one to occupy.

As long as he could occupy a city, Charles was confident that he could continuously summon troops and sweep through the whole of Mosuli.

Charles tried summoning the Magic Flame Horse and succeeded with surprising ease, although the one summoned was clearly not the same one that he had subdued earlier.

Charles didn’t dwell on this detail.

He mounted the Magic Flame Horse and galloped towards the nearest town.

The town nearest to the battlefield was almost devoid of residents.

Charles had expected at least some battle, but when he broke into the town, he felt the desolation of the place—deader and more forlorn than even Machu Picchu, which at least had crows and rats.

Charles dismounted the Magic Flame Horse and pressed his hand to the ground, using the power of the Labyrinth.

To his surprise, he encountered no resistance at all.

In just half an hour, he had “Maze-ified” the town and learned in passing that there were still about twenty Labyrinth Guardians.

When he summoned these guardians, a sad realization hit him.

Almost all of the twenty-some guards were maimed, with the only healthy one being an infant a few months old.

The child’s mother was blind in one eye and bore several scars!

They were all like walking corpses, and although Labyrinth Guardians inherently belonged to the Evil Wraiths, Charles had never seen such numbness in his own Labyrinth Guardians—they were mostly normal.

Charles had been oblivious just a moment ago, but now he understood—the replacement candidates for the Evil God in Mosuli, in their struggle for the sole victorious position, had drained all potential from the population of this small landmass.

If Charles hadn’t appeared, there might have been a victor here, but the cost would be the near total loss of the population!

Charles sighed and let the twenty-some Labyrinth Guardians disperse on their own.

He didn’t intend to rely on them for battle.

He checked his own abilities…

Suddenly, Charles discovered a bug!

He couldn’t bring Extraordinary Weapons into the Evil God Colosseum!

But his own abilities were unrestricted…

Hmm, suddenly, Charles discovered that he had an ability called “Mirror’s Specter”, and damn, it was still usable!

He immediately summoned Isemeren.

Isemeren was still dull and lifeless, with the Trident in hand as the only thing maintaining a shred of the Evil God’s dignity.

From any angle, it looked nothing but Sacred level.

And it’s the kind of style where you’ve got a messed-up head.

Gareth, although his soul and memory were also messed up, at least looked quite normal.

To the uninformed observer, there was no way to tell that he was actually an incomplete person.

Isemeren didn’t even look normal anymore.

Charles touched the now human-sized, albeit still slightly ferocious-looking, very well-behaved Evil God and said, “I have a Wonderful Technique called the Beast God Transformation!

I shall bestow it upon you now so you can take on human form and avoid scaring people when you go out.”
Isemeren had no reaction, but after Charles imparted the Beast God Transformation Technique, Isemeren quickly spun around on the spot and transformed into a middle-aged man with a stable demeanor and a friendly air, remarkably resembling Jackie Chan.

Charles extended a finger and touched Isemeren’s forehead, slightly altering the Evil God’s memories.

Isemeren was a servant of the House Mecklen for generations, had watched Gareth Mecklen, Amon Mecklen, and Emilia Mecklen grow up since they were young, was fiercely loyal to Mr.

and Mrs.

Mecklen, proficient in Necromancy, and also skilled in painting and mathematics.

He was on friendly terms with Herolf the Golden Goat, the Black Dragon, Vigo, and others, often engaging in lively games of snake cards with them!

To round out the persona, Charles forcibly crammed a complete set of mathematics knowledge from elementary to graduate school into the Evil God, whether it could comprehend it or not would be another matter!

After being infused with a wealth of memories, a lively sparkle appeared in Isemeren’s eyes and an Eastern-style humble smile surfaced on his face.

He could even stammer out a phrase, “Master Charles Mecklen, what do you require?”
With a slight smile, Charles replied, “There’s a battle coming up, help me capture everyone alive!”
Isemeren bowed respectfully, performing an Imperial salutation.

Charles’s spirits lifted greatly; he had simply tried to take control of Isemeren Palace on a whim after witnessing Emilia seizing it, not expecting to actually find it and that it was just a location in the Evil God Coliseum.

With Isemeren in hand, who among these Evil God candidates could possibly compete?

At dusk, a band of battered soldiers returned to the city!

At Charles’s command, Isemeren produced his Trident.

With just a casual point towards the sky, the people involuntarily marched step by step into the town.

Charles was stunned; he knew that Isemeren was actually an Evil God, but he hadn’t expected that Isemeren, despite his power having declined to the Sacred level, could still perform such a large-scale control technique with such ease?

Although most of these people were ordinary, and only the Evil God candidate was a Transcendent, and not even of a high level, this ability was still so…

characteristically Evil God!

In any case, Charles knew he couldn’t do it.

He easily converted these people into Labyrinth Guardians, including the Evil God candidate.

From then on, Charles counted his first town among his possessions, although it was so ravaged that its sparse population often made him sigh.

The cities he managed were places where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, with booming commerce—he even abolished taxes, keeping the satisfaction of the residents consistently high.

He couldn’t understand how these Evil God candidates could manage to ruin a city like this when given the same task of city management?

What Charles didn’t know was that when he converted one of the Evil God candidates into a Labyrinth Guardian, the rest of the Evil God candidates were all alerted and greatly alarmed.