The First Magic World War-Chapter 675 - 640, Blood Angel

Chapter 675: 640, Blood Angel Chapter 675: 640, Blood Angel The moment Charles pushed open the gates of Blood Castle, his consciousness linked with the entirety of the castle, spreading out and scanning every corner of Blood Castle.

Pandragon, through the Initial Embrace, created nineteen descendants all bearing the surname Arthur, who are also the second generation Blood Ancestors of the Arthur Clan.

However, these nineteen descendants are very mysterious in the history of the Blood Clan and were deliberately erased from records.

Even a strong Arthur Clan member like Juno doesn’t quite understand these ancestors.

Regardless, the power of Blood Castle belongs to the Arthur Clan!

Charles could even sense the Bloody Runes condensed inside Blood Castle, pervasive everywhere.

The power represented by these Bloody Runes was vast and surging, incredibly formidable.

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Charles was even somewhat dazed; such overpowering force was right before his eyes, readily available, utterly inconceivable.

This also made him understand why Omibella and Lilith were both eager to rush into Blood Castle.

As members of the Blood Clan, they could easily harness the castle’s power.

His other family members also yearned for it; even if not of the same attributes, they could assimilate the unclaimed forces of the castle to enhance their own powers.

Charles believed that if Blood Castle appeared anywhere, it would be coveted by various Evil Spirits, but he did not understand why no one had ever captured the castle.

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“Could it be because of those three problems?”

Charles wasn’t very sure!

Anyway, for him, those were simply three giveaway questions.

Hmm, it could also be little Serpent of Destiny sticking its tail out.

Charles took a deep breath and imprinted his soul across the entirety of Blood Castle.

The moment he imprinted his soul, a stir arose deep within Blood Castle, and a Magic Wand materialized out of nothingness.

Before, Charles had searched every corner of the castle and hadn’t noticed its existence, but once he completely took over the castle, the hidden Magic Wand appeared.

Charles hardly had time to marvel before utilizing the Great Prophecy incantation, declaring, “My name is Charles Meklen!

Descendant of the Serpent of Destiny, son-in-law of the Fars Empire, Duke of Mecklen Duchy, Lord of the Holy Light Divine State Title, father of Emilia and Lilith, student of Juno!”

Each identity created a bond, countless bonds deeply imbuing the mysterious Magic Wand, slightly calming its restlessness.

Charles could sense that after the Magic Wand appeared, it wanted to break through the void and flee, seeking its own freedom, not wanting to be constrained by anyone, but how could he allow such a huge opportunity to slip away?

After releasing numerous identities and binding the Magic Wand, he uttered the final phrase: “Also the eternal master of all the Arthur Clan’s hidden treasures!”

This Great Prophecy shattered the last barrier of the Magic Wand, allowing Charles’s will to permeate its core, and also letting him understand everything about the Magic Wand.

This Magic Wand was not any Divine Artifact; it didn’t exist in reality, nor was it a material object in itself.

It existed only conceptually, appearing only before the inheritor of Montgomery Arthur, manifesting the authority of the second generation Blood Ancestor, named: Blood Angel!

A Divine Creature purely born for battle.

The entire Blood Castle could give birth to thirteen Blood Angels, and the existence of the Magic Wand of Blood Angels, born from the concept and essentially void, could arbitrarily manipulate these thirteen Blood Angels to fight for oneself.

The Magic Wand of Blood Angels crumbled piece by piece, but its authority fused with Charles, indescribable by anyone.

Even Charles could not clearly express what kind of feeling it was.

He extended his palm and pressed it onto the floor of the ancient castle, awakening the vitality of the Blood Castle.

Omibella was the first to burst into the castle, yet her face was filled with disappointment.

She circled inside the castle just once before returning to the Holy Light Divine State Title and never appeared again.

Dapocirodo, Ivonna, and Posuji came together, filled with disappointment as well, yet not as evidently concealed as Omibella’s.

They even strolled deeper into the Blood Castle as if sightseeing, without greeting Charles.

Amon stayed close to Emilia and Lilith, smilingly stepping on the ground and soon displaying a look of disappointment as well.

Emilia, without much hesitation, threw herself into Charles’s arms and exclaimed, “Daddy!

I want a Blood Angel.”

Lilith also looked pitifully at Charles and whispered, “Lilith wants one too!”

Charles smiled faintly, activated the authority of the Magic Wand of Blood Angels and with a casual gesture, two tall and beautiful women with pristine white wings emerged from the void; one with blonde hair and even her eyes a pale gold, a Blood Angel, knelt on one knee before Emilia, and another in a red robe, glamorous as flames, also knelt before Lilith.

Both Blood Angels were among the supreme beauties unmatched in the human world, flawless from appearance to physique, and their unique aura was beyond reproach, likely to stir any man’s heart.

To Charles, these Blood Angels were merely tools; he had no intention of endowing them with consciousness.

Emilia and Lilith were no ordinary children.

Emilia grabbed, and the blonde-haired Blood Angel kneeling before her transformed into a small golden boat, magnificent and exquisitely elegant.

Charles could sense that, through this Blood Angel, Emilia could further free herself from the constraints of the vessel Emilia, distancing more from her original self, embracing more freedom.

Emilia stepped onto this barely five or six meters long boat, jumping and shouting excitedly; her joyful voice echoing out of the Blood Castle, transforming in the void into numerous blood-red skulls, flying chaotically.

Lilith, imitating Emilia, tapped on the head of the red-robed, glamorous Blood Angel, and this sensual Blood Angel transformed into a large snake, its body covered with flame-like scales, shimmering brightly.

Lilith stepped onto the back of this fiery red large snake, her starry eyes sparkling with brilliance; she now wanted to go to Horn Thunder Mountain again.

Lilith had yet to swallow all of Doris’s power, but with this Blood Angel, she was confident in gaining more advantages in the next battle with Doris.

For Lilith, time and circumstances were on her side.

Doris, imprisoned at Horn Thunder Mountain with her consciousness in disarray, incapable of using her full power, was left with only instincts.

Meanwhile, Lilith had Kahnstan, Juno, Charles, and even a bunch of intensely evil “family” by her side; she believed she was bound to achieve the ultimate victory.

After all, as time passed, she would grow increasingly stronger, while Doris would weaken progressively until her final consciousness collapsed, becoming a part of her.