The First Magic World War

Chapter 541 - 541 507, Paradox of the Evil God

?Chapter 541: 507, Paradox of the Evil God Chapter 541: 507, Paradox of the Evil God Mossuri’s eighteen Evil God candidates had been battling for months, and currently, were locked in a stalemate where no one could gain the upper hand.

After all, everyone knew that there could only be one victor in the Evil God Colosseum, and no one would trust anyone else.

This was the fundamental reason for the war being so brutal that it almost wiped out the population of Mossuri.

The Evil God actually needed faith too, but the Evil God did not care about the population and would recklessly destroy it…

This was the genuine paradox of the Evil God!

Charles had captured a city and immediately collected intelligence.

From his Labyrinth Guardians, especially from the mouth of that Evil God candidate, he learned about the various situations in Mossuri and made a choice— to attack fiercely, without any stratagems.

Well, with Isemeren around, who needed any damn stratagems?

Charles took a short rest and didn’t even bring any subordinates he had subdued.

He only brought Isemeren and headed to the second town.

The Evil God candidates of Mossuri received a prompt that the first candidate had withdrawn from the Coliseum, and they were only surprised.

But when the second Evil God candidate’s withdrawal notice appeared, everyone panicked.

They sent out Labyrinth Guardians to contact others and inquire about the situation.

Shortly after these messengers were dispatched, they received news of the third Evil God candidate withdrawing…

It was the first time Charles felt the thrill of Unparalleled might without needing any stratagems.

However, unfortunately, by the time he attacked the fourth town, that Evil God candidate had already run off.

Mossuri’s landmass was very small, and the distance between the eighteen towns would not exceed a day’s travel for an ordinary person.

Before the industrial age, such densely packed towns would not have existed in reality, as without modern agriculture, they couldn’t sustain such a dense population.

Although Charles also noticed this detail, he didn’t take it to heart.

As one town after another fell to his onslaught, he soon encountered the final “resistance.”

By the time he had taken down the eighth town, thirteen Evil God candidates had formed an Allied Army to directly target Charles.

They barely made contact before a fierce battle broke out.

Charles barely lifted a finger before he saw Isemeren slaughtering the Evil God candidates one by one.

These candidates, who had not yet reached the Sacred level, were no match for Isemeren, who had once been an Evil God.

Having soundly defeated this Allied Army, Charles spent three more days to capture the eighteen towns and mazified them all, and then…

He finally understood what game Agmilas had been playing with him.

He restored order to Mossuri, took control of this “Labyrinth,” and naturally had the capacity to reintroduce it to the world!

And so, Charles did just that!

When Mossuri reconnected with the world, it appeared in the New Continent’s Christopher Region!

Yes, that Christopher who was the first to arrive in the New Continent!

His landing spot on the New Continent was in the center, with the New Continent divided into north and south just like the Old Continent, only instead of being separated by a strait, they were connected by a small piece of land.

This piece of land was the Christopher Region, and Mossuri was at the narrowest part of this region, flanked on both sides by two great seas.

The last time Charles had been sent out by Agmilas across the Agres Sea, and this time, the Evil God had directly sent him to the New Continent.

Moreover, this time, he had no ships!

Charles now only had Isemeren as his subordinate, along with eighteen towns, and fewer than ten thousand Labyrinth Guardians.

Charles had to return to the Agres Sea to find his fleet before he could begin the maze challenge anew!

Gazing out at the ocean, Charles was in a deep depression.

He needed a ship to set sail, but the towns of Mosuli were the kind that had populations of just a few thousand; there was no shipbuilding industry.

In addition, the eighteen candidates for the Evil God had decimated the population.

The current population was less than one-tenth of Mosuli at its peak, and even maintaining basic social functions was difficult.

Most were engaged in day-to-day professions such as farmers, bakers, artisans, and workers who repaired various tools, as well as merchants trailing between towns—all had perished in that damned Coliseum.

Almost all that remained were the old, the weak, women, and children, capable only of the most menial tasks, and even ordinary agricultural cultivation might not continue.

Without a strong leader, these people could soon die off in large numbers.

Charles had considered having Isemeren carry him and fly to the Agres Sea, but if he left this place, the eighteen towns might quickly fall apart.

Once someone else broke through the labyrinth of these towns, it would be tantamount to failing the challenge.

Agmilas had indeed posed a great difficulty for him.

Facing such a situation, Charles fell silent for a while before he thought of a solution.

He said to Isemeren, “Go to the Agres Sea and talk to Teacher Juno.

Tell him to hand over all the Ghost Fleet to you and bring them to Mosuli for me.

Have the Holy Light Divine State Title and the Emilia Vessel wait for me where they are.”

Upon receiving the order, Isemeren immediately broke through the skies and departed.

Charles stood on the shores of Mosuli, unable to help but stroke his chin and muttered softly, “What kind of trouble has Agmilas encountered?

Has He actually fallen so far as to use this kind of stratagem against a mere mortal?”

“What level are the Evil Gods of the New Continent fighting at now?”

“Who exactly are they fighting against right now?

Are there any alliances among the Evil Gods?”

“This is indeed quite curious.”

Charles waited in Mosuli for two days, knowing that Isemeren wouldn’t return so quickly, especially since he had to bring back a Ghost Fleet, which would take even longer.

He then screened his Labyrinth Guardians and barely managed to select seven to eight hundred soldiers still capable of combat, and attempted an attack towards the southern part of the continent.

The social order, economy, and population of Mosuli had all collapsed, even due to excessive warfare, all resources were exhausted, including food.

To survive, there were only two options: receive support or expand on one’s own.

Charles believed that on the New Continent, no one would support Mosuli, especially when it was almost impossible to expect any return.

So the only option was to attempt expansion.

The area bordering Mosuli, Hegolon, was five or six times larger in area and had three to four times the population.

It had seven medium to large cities, and it even had ports that Mosuli did not have.

The first target Charles attacked was the port of Hegolon—Lasaro Cardenas Port!

Lasaro Cardenas Port was plunged into panic!

The sudden disappearance of Mosuli, turning the land connecting the north and south of the New Continent into a vast sea, had already terrified the nearby people, not knowing which Evil God had acted.

The sudden reappearance of Mosuli was even more horrifying…

And now an unexpected attack on Lasaro Cardenas Port?

The people of this port city were worried that it was an invasion by some Evil God.