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Chapter 419: An Evil God Is Still a God
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 15:09:00 +0000 UTCStrictly speaking, Eumibella was not biologically the daughter of Arthur Pendragon, the Blood Ancestor of the Arthur Clan. Rather, she was the third "descendant" of this vampire progenitor, one of the nineteen heirs he created through the First Embrace.
Mossred was baffled. Who could be so audacious as to nail the daughter of the Arthur Clan's founder, a vampire progenitor and an ancient evil god, to the hull of a ship to forge a legendary warship?
Even Mossred, a man daring enough to rebel and join Redmir in slaying an emperor, had never imagined doing something so bold. He glanced at Antonio, then at Charlot standing on the deck. A strange sensation overcame him—perhaps Charlot truly had the means to fulfill his vow and annihilate the Mossred Ducal Family.
Mossred snorted dismissively and crushed the absurd thought. Compared to such intangible notions, he trusted the knight's lance in his hand far more.
The battlefield had moved beyond reliance on Saint ranks as its mainstay.
The Radiant Holy Kingdom and the Flame Evil God Anururu were each unleashing their power. One stirred endless smoke mixed with flames, while the other released an infinite cascade of fragmented golden runes. Meanwhile, the blood bats, after consuming everything edible on the battlefield, silently returned to the Radiant Holy Kingdom, merging into the bodies of the labyrinth guardians.
When Charlot saw the blood bats returning, he wasted no time locating several labyrinth guardians scattered across the Radiant Holy Kingdom and activated Blood Glory to explore their bodies.
After investigating seventy or eighty labyrinth guardians, Charlot's face darkened. He had encountered resistance when attempting to transform the Sea Serpent King into a blood thrall. Now, the five hundred labyrinth guardians he had sent onto the Radiant Holy Kingdom were beginning to undergo blood thrall transformation.
Although these were ordinary orcs, with none possessing extraordinary abilities, and thus easily converted, the unnatural nature of this legendary warship was undeniable.
Taking a deep breath, Charlot thought to himself, "This must have a deep connection with the vampires, and specifically with the Arthur Clan."
Charlot had no way of hearing Mossred's distant cries from the battlefield. Otherwise, he would surely have been stunned.
After probing several dozen corrupted crew members, Charlot had an idea. He implanted the Blood Butcher's Seed into some of them, planning to spend the next few days embedding it into all five hundred corrupted crew members on the Radiant Holy Kingdom to observe its effects.
Meanwhile, five Saint-rank combatants from the Kingdom of Oslo withdrew from the fight. They had no intention of standing alongside an "evil god."
The consequences of summoning an evil god were severe—extremely severe.
Rebellion might pit one against the emperor, but summoning an evil god was an affront to the Nine Just Gods.
Rebellion would incur the resistance of nobles, but summoning an evil god would provoke the wrath of the Nine Just Gods’ priests.
On the Old Continent, it was widely known that the most Saint-rank combatants were not concentrated in any empire's royal family but among the priesthoods of the Nine Just Gods. These ascetic priests, who avoided worldly matters and devoted themselves to cultivation, often received divine favor, granting them spiritual enhancement in their training.
The five Saint ranks already regretted their involvement.
Antonio and Cresto, however, remained in the battle, continuously wielding their combat energy to erode the power of the summoned Flame Evil God Anururu.
An evil god's descent was never without cost.
As long as Charlot and his allies persisted, the evil god's power would eventually backfire.
The Black Dragon, while unleashing combat energy blades alongside Antonio and Cresto to wear down Anururu's power, mused inwardly: "An evil god is still a god!"
"It can serve as the core for forging a divine artifact."
"The Mecklenburg family’s Blood Rhinoceros is merely a Saint-rank artifact, but if it could absorb this Flame Evil God’s incarnation, it might ascend a level!"
The old lizardman had pledged allegiance to Charlot, believing he could lead the orcs out of the wilderness. Charlot had indeed proven himself capable—not only treating orcs equally but also pioneering the Beast God Transformation technique to eliminate the gap between humans and orcs. With seven Saint ranks now serving under him, Charlot seemed like a sage-king emerging from the annals of history.
If not for the fact that Earl Bretagne was Annie’s father and Charlot and Annie’s love story was renowned across the Old Continent, the Black Dragon would have already urged Charlot to gather power and prepare for rebellion.
For now, his ambition was to help Charlot claim a territory and establish a nation that united humans and orcs.
Charlot needed to wield strength.
This was the Black Dragon’s clearest understanding: all policies and ideals must be enforced by the sword. Without power, even the most advanced and civilized concepts would be crushed by savagery.
Suddenly, the Black Dragon withdrew from the battle and shouted, “Lord Mecklenburg, give me the Blood Rhinoceros!”
Charlot hesitated for only a moment before tossing the Blood Rhinoceros to him.
The Black Dragon grabbed it with one hand. Though he wasn’t the artifact’s master, as a formidable Saint rank, he infused it with his bloodfire combat energy, causing it to shine brilliantly as he hurled it into the incarnation of the Flame Evil God Anururu.
The Saint-rank artifact was unfazed by the toxic smoke and flames emanating from Anururu’s colossal body. It carved fiery lines within, piercing countless holes in the giant form made of flames and smoke.
Though these holes quickly healed, seemingly leaving the incarnation unscathed, the Black Dragon persisted. The Blood Rhinoceros burrowed into the body repeatedly until it suddenly froze, striking something solid.
The Black Dragon was overjoyed. “Antonio! Cresto! Help me!”
Exploding with bloodfire combat energy, his magical rapier blazing, he charged recklessly into the Flame Evil God’s body.
Antonio, a battle-hardened veteran, immediately grasped the Black Dragon's plan.
The summoner of the Flame Evil God—Anururu—was Gareth. If they could locate Gareth hidden within the giant fiery form, the Flame Evil God’s incarnation could be destroyed with a single blow.
However, Gareth’s strength rivaled the old lizardman’s. Charging into Anururu’s enormous body was perilous. Activating his Dragon-Slaying Staff, Antonio shouted, “Cresto, let’s carve out a path for the Black Dragon!”
The two top-tier Saint ranks, both at the twenty-third level, combined their power to ensure the Black Dragon had a safe retreat.
Though the Black Dragon had assumed the role of a military advisor after joining Charlot, advising him on strategies, he remained a fearsome Saint-rank orc warrior. When unleashing his full strength, his bloodfire combat energy blazed like a towering inferno, exuding an unstoppable aura of determination.
Charging into the Flame Evil God’s body, the Black Dragon relied on his formidable twenty-second-level combat energy to hold his ground. Following the path revealed by the Blood Rhinoceros, he quickly found Gareth, who sat with his eyes closed...
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