The First Magic World War

Charles finished lunch and happily clocked out from work.

The streets of Strasbourg, fresh from a rainfall, were extremely muddy; after all, this wasn't Earth, where even the Imperial Palace didn't have all paved roads, let alone the city streets!

Such road conditions were unsuitable for a date, especially since Miss Annie was a noblewoman who couldn't afford to get her shoes dirty.

Charles planned to head straight home and continue studying his diary.

The excitement he had felt when he first acquired his carriage had faded, and on the way back to Elysian Pastoral Street No. 58, he no longer admired the scenery and even dozed off a little.

Suddenly, the Bloody Vortex between Charles's brows vibrated, and his Insight automatically activated. He "saw" a familiar corpulent figure a dozen steps away, wearing a large military uniform stretched tight and somewhat tattered, with an angry expression on his face, his left arm raised across his chest, holding a thunderous gun in his right hand, aiming it at "himself," ready to shoot.

"Fuck!"

"Magru Teller? How did he get out?"

This former warden of Kilmainham Prison should be locked up in a cell, not moonlighting as an assassin.

Without time to think further, Charles pushed open the carriage door, hooked his arm over the edge, and agilely flipped onto the roof like a cat.

He took out the Antispace Sniper Rifle from his Alchemical staff, dropped the staff, and stepped on it to prevent it from falling off the carriage. He then knelt on one knee, taking a standard shooting stance, and loaded a Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet; with the Quickness Technique he had recently mastered, he completed the whole process in one second and then pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Though Magru Teller was the one lying in ambush, Charles managed a preemptive shot with the warning from his Insight and over three times the "hand speed" provided by the Quickness Technique.

He hadn't used the Magnum Hand Shuttle or Alchemy handgun on him, as the former prison warden was also a Seventh Rank Knight who had touched the threshold of being a Mid-Level Transcendent; ordinary bullets might not break through his Protective Battle Qi.

The Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet blasted like divine fire onto Magru Teller's body. Charles wasn't close range in combat, but his shooting skills were reliable. Just one shot tore apart the upper half of his former superior's body.

From the lower abdomen down, Magru Teller, blasted by the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet, rolled on the ground and then struggled to his feet without a hint of pain on his face. Instead, his expression was fierce as he shouted loudly, "You ruined my family! I will drag you down to Hell with me."

Charles couldn't help but retort, "It wasn't me who stripped your family's wealth!"

He may have split the money, but he really didn't force Magru Teller to spit out the "loot."

He didn't even know who had made the move.

After all, there were so many members of the Patrol Army capable of interrogation...

Charles was also wondering, "How is this guy not dead yet? Half of his body is decayed!"

"Could it be that he has summoned the Evil God too?"

Whenever Charles thought of the Evil God, he felt uneasy.

There was no helping it, he currently had buffs from two Evil Gods that might descend at any moment!

Charles was about to give his former superior an extra shot.

Surviving with half a body—it's simply too horrifying.

Although the essence of life of a Mid-Level Transcendent was exceptionally sweet to Charles, he did not attempt to use the Vampiric Hand Axe, as ranged combat was still safer.

Magru Teller seemed to sense the danger and suddenly grew countless flesh-threads from his body. These threads touched the ground, and he abruptly leaped towards Charles at high speed.

Charles aimed three times but failed to lock onto the target each time. He had no choice but to abandon shooting. After all, he wasn't a Transcendent shooter, and he simply lacked the skill to hit such a swiftly moving target. He stretched out his foot to hook an alchemy wand, slapped the Anti-Space Sniper Rifle into it, and, with a flick of his hand, threw the Vampiric Hand Axe.

Under the control of Blood Flame Qi, the Vampiric Hand Axe followed a bizarre trajectory, intercepting Magru Teller three times, but every time it struck the former prison warden, it was repelled by a strange force.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The flesh-threads growing on Magru Teller soon turned into eight long legs. With these legs slicing through the air, he moved like a half-man, half-spider creature, several times faster than a normal human being.

Worried about harming Madam Nancy or bystanders, Charles leaped prematurely, landing on the roof of a building along the street.

Magru Teller immediately followed up, even able to run on vertical walls.

The two moved from rooftop to rooftop, chasing and fighting. Madam Nancy showed no signs of panic. She touched the pistol inside her coat but ultimately gave up on joining the battle, sighed, and muttered to herself, "I'm sorry, Mister Mecklen, I've got a child."

Charles's Quickness Technique was still rudimentary, and soon the distance between them closed. Magru Teller raised his thunderous gun and fired eight shots in succession.

The thunderous gun, though bulkier than the Magnum Hand Shuttle, had a smaller magazine to ensure firepower, and could only hold eight bullets.

Charles returned a few shots with the Magnum Hand Shuttle, but the ordinary bullets it used, being of average power, were repelled by a strange force when they hit Magru Teller, completely unable to breach his defenses.

Although the alchemy pistol was more finely crafted, with longer range, faster shooting speed, and higher accuracy, its power was not greater. Charles knew it wasn't worth trying, so he reholstered the Magnum Hand Shuttle, preparing to switch to Blood Rose combat.

After Magru Teller emptied his ammunition, he took out a box of special bullets with a sinister smile and loaded them into the thunderous gun.

Charles inwardly complained, "I am a non-combat civil servant; why must I engage in a street battle?"

Although the Patrolling Army was not the primary combat force, they were still troops. In the Empire's military hierarchy, they were considered the main force in street fighting, the troops used to fill gaps, but Charles was the head of civil servants, not part of the combat sequence.

Magru Teller fired eighteen rounds in a row before Charles belatedly exclaimed in surprise, "This guy has a spatial ammunition bag!"

"Otherwise, how could he possibly carry so many bullets?"

Charles had intended to exhaust Magru Teller's combat strength by dodging and fighting. After all, he was a graduate of Sheffield University and had long seen through the former prison warden's source of combat power.

This was a Cursed Armament!

Originating from the Classical Alchemy of the Kabbalah Magic System, if Protagora was called a great philosopher, the Kabbalah was the philosopher amongst philosophers, belonging to the founders of a school of thought, not merely the creators of Secret Techniques.

Kabbalah was a follower of the Lampbearer, who delved into the Dead Sea scrolls and even established a magic system named after himself, also the founder of Classical Alchemy, the grandmaster.

Cursed Armaments were the pinnacle product of Classical Alchemy, also the ultimate masterpiece of Self Alchemy.