The First Magic World War-Chapter 230 - 225, Maybe this is destiny.

Charles’s "Wings of Heaven" gunmanship technique was personally trained by Julian.

Although there were not many secrets to this shot—the power technique, movement changes—any Transcendent well-versed in gunmanship, even just at intermediate rank rather than high order, could figure out the subtleties after a few days of contemplation.

But the most cruel aspect of the battlefield is...

Often, there’s no second exchange.

The souls killed by "Wings of Heaven," if given time, might have been able to unravel Asiluo’s gunmanship, but they generally wouldn’t get a second chance.

Techniques similar to "Void Folding," the "Wings of Heaven" has seventy-seven variants, sufficient to kill enemies seventy-seven times over.

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When Charles learned gunmanship from Julian, his progress was quite ordinary, but during the duel with Retainer Lamarlock, he delivered the peak strike of his life, although by the second shot he could not maintain the same standard and had to switch weapons after a few more moves.

However, after that duel, Charles improved every day in gunmanship. Now facing Enzo, a Green Knight who barely surpassed the threshold of a High-Level Transcendent, he only saw flaws everywhere, rigidity in combat, plenty of exploitable weaknesses.

The strike just now had greatly bolstered Charles’s confidence.

He paid no heed to the Green Knight Enzo, who didn’t dare "go again," and boldly entered the Mostar Fort Knighthood’s camp.

The Green Knight Enzo hesitated for a moment, then, stifling his anger, he stabbed a wounded warhorse to death with his lance and turned back to the camp.

Anatasiya hesitated before deciding not to follow him in.

In case Charles ended up fighting people inside the camp and had to look out for her, the odds of them fighting their way out were slim; but without her as a burden, escaping would be no difficult feat.

Anatasiya herself had led troops and fought in battles, and even waged warfare alone in the lands of Southern Seraph Territory and Behemoth Duchy, qualifying as a competent commander. She approached issues from a strategic standpoint, rather than letting emotions prevail.

On this occasion, Charles quickly encountered Blood Knight Diack and another Mid-Level Transcendent captain. Seeing that not a speck of dust had settled on Charles, but that the Green Knight was quite disheveled and considerably more docile, the Blood Knight knew that in the recent duel, Charles hadn’t suffered a disadvantage and that the Green Knight had definitely lost.

Although Diack believed his own strength far surpassed that of Green Knight Enzo, he knew he couldn’t make this comrade concede defeat in such a short time and had to acknowledge this young man whose reputation was on the rise in Behemoth.

Blood Knight Diack asked, "Why have you come here?"

Charles gave a faint smile and replied, "Behemoth’s military Governor Krel Brittany has sent me to invite the three squadron commanders to discuss the matter of deploying troops."

Blood Knight Diack let out a faint sigh and said, "Under the leadership of Grand Duke Joseph, we gathered all of Behemoth’s knighthoods, only to suffer a massive defeat at Interlaken City. Of the twelve knighthoods that set out, only three returned, with casualties accounting for seventy percent."

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"Even Grand Duke Joseph perished in the small town of Interlaken, and the Lady Southseraph even reached Mostar Fort and killed the Grand Duchess."

"Behemoth now can no longer endure the ravages of war."

"We need to recuperate and recover."

Charles smiled faintly and said, "These matters, you will need to discuss them personally with Krel."

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The Blood Knight Diack, left with no choice, could only say, "Let us go see Mr. Krel right away."

The three squadron leaders of the Mostar Fortress Knighthood, along with a dozen personal knights, followed Charles to the Ducal Mansion, which now lacked a master, and Krel unapologetically took over the place.

In this meeting, Charles did not participate. It was not that his status was insufficient, but that he could not be bothered to partake in a lengthy and dull political meeting.

Cyrus had been steeped in politics from a young age, Ebner Sumei also hailed from a noble background and was well-versed in politics, while Charles, a commoner of merchant origins, had seen much, yet was still half a political ignoramus. He would only find such meetings vexing.

Charles didn’t even stay in the Ducal Mansion, leaving it to ascend the walls of Mostar Fortress. Gazing down at the city and the flat expanse below, he suddenly felt rather contemplative.

The last time he came to Mostar Fortress, he had been outside the city, fighting desperately for its survival. Yet the nobles inside had done nothing, even allowing Cyrus to breach the ramparts and decapitate the Grand Duke’s lady.

Although that duel brought Charles fame, Cyrus was the one who reaped the most renown. With Zolman’s death, Cyrus took complete control of the South Ceraph Reclamation Army, silencing any opposition.

Now, Cyrus was leading the South Ceraph Reclamation Army into the Ferlanden Battlefield. Charles didn’t know how many of those from Nansela would make it back to their homeland.

According to the current war progress, when this battle concludes, the Fars Empire should still exist, as should the Byron Empire. However, as the catalysts for the war, the Behemoth Duchy and Southern Seraph Territory might not remain.

The Behemoth Duchy lost two Dukes and even both of their Duchesses had perished; it was no longer an independent duchy and had to choose between being a directly controlled county or a self-governing territory.

While this wasn’t necessarily bad for the people of Behemoth, the local nobility would surely feel the blow. Many nobles would lose their lands, like the Baron Fel who lost his entire family.

The future for Southern Seraph Territory was bleaker. If Krel’s offensive proved successful, Southern Seraph Territory would cease to exist as its army was battling in Ferlanden for Byron, and it was likely that the Southseraph’s army would also be no more.

Without land or army, perhaps the people of Southseraph might cease to exist as well.

Among all choices, war is never the best one.

Anatasiya, who had been quietly following Charles, suddenly asked, "Will there be no more peace for the Behemoth Duchy and Southern Seraph Territory?"

Charles gave a wry smile and replied, "There might be peace, but not necessarily the kind everyone can accept."

After a long silence, Anatasiya spoke softly, "Can you help me retrieve my mother? I want to bury her in Silver Pigeon Fort."

Charles nodded and said, "I will do my best."

He glanced at the beautiful young girl and felt a stir of emotion. Both noble girls, Anatasiya and Anne followed similar life protocols, but because of their different origins, their lives diverged.

Both girls graduated from top universities and were Transcendents. Anatasiya, being slightly older by two or three years, held a slightly higher Extraordinary Rank. Both were beautiful and of good character and temperament, but one remained a loved daughter of a count, enjoying a blissful life, while the other had to fight alone on the battlefield.

Perhaps this was fate.

Just as he used to be a math teacher and transmigrated into this world of Transcendents.

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