Chapter 487: Third-Tier Bloodfire Combat Energy and Eagle Strike

With the terrifying presence of Zimourman Axel Robin, Charlot didn’t dare use Blood Glory. Who knew how much Zimourman understood about him? If he recognized Charlot as Charlot Mecklenburg—the man rumored to be romantically involved with Menielman Soumet—wouldn’t that spell disaster?

Fortunately, Charlot truly possessed Bloodfire Combat Energy.

His mastery of gun techniques was personally inherited from Juno Arthur. Although his Magnum Mauler left something to be desired, his efficiency in slaying dungeon monsters was not bad at all.

Moreover, Charlot noticed something peculiar—Zimourman’s strength didn’t seem as formidable as it should have been.

This left Charlot feeling deeply unsettled.

He silently mused, “Could this not be Zimourman’s true body? … But he’s not human—he couldn’t possibly have avatars! That’s an ability unique to Evil Gods.”

“Evil God?”

“Maybe he really is one. He certainly feels sinister…”

“But still…”

“It’s bizarre.”

The two fought side by side, eliminating over ten groups of monsters. While Charlot didn’t manage to claim any Divine Shards, he did find two handy weapons: a fine magical rapier and a set of throwing knives.

Charlot had trained with throwing knives before. Although his technique was average, it worked perfectly with his Second-Tier Bloodfire Combat Energy.

Zimourman smiled faintly, and with a dainty gesture, brought a shimmering Divine Shard to his lips, swallowing it delicately. Instantly, his aura underwent a marked enhancement.

He glanced at Charlot and said, “I’ve advanced to Fifth-Tier Transcendent.”

Charlot felt a chill run down his spine. Fifth-Tier Transcendents weren’t inherently terrifying, but a Fifth-Tier Zimourman was something else entirely.

“He…”

“No, what is he exactly now?”

“This doesn’t feel like Zimourman’s true form, nor does it feel like an avatar…”

If Charlot hadn’t recently been struck by the Serpent of Fate, he might have prayed to that playful deity for guidance.

He doubted even his teacher Juno Arthur could answer the riddle in his heart. But the Serpent of Fate—a True God among the Nine Supreme Deities—would surely have an answer. After all, its status far surpassed any Evil God.

Charlot thought for a long time and finally gave up the idea with a sigh.

Taking a deep breath, he activated his Bloodfire Combat Energy. A light crackling sound echoed from his bones as his energy surged explosively. A misty crimson aura flowed around him.

Charlot’s Bloodfire Combat Energy had advanced, stepping proudly into Third Tier. Additionally, it formed a new Blood Rune: Eagle Strike.

Like Swiftstep Technique and The Leopard’s Hunt, Eagle Strike was a speed-type ability. However, it was an explosive technique, shorter and more violent than The Leopard’s Hunt. It mimicked a falcon diving from the sky to seize its prey—swift and thunderous.

In close combat, Eagle Strike was effectively a guaranteed kill. But when integrated with gun techniques, it became a “divine skill.” Since shooting required only a moment of explosive force, Eagle Strike enhanced Charlot’s firing speed by nearly threefold—approximately 2.7 times faster. If not for the subpar performance of his Magnum Mauler, few dungeon monsters could withstand even a single round of his attacks.

Zimourman looked at him with surprise and murmured, “I’ve never seen anyone with natural talent as immense as yours.”

Charlot’s face darkened. He thought, “I’ve met plenty! If you’re not just messing with me, how am I supposed to compete with you?”

After both advanced their powers, Zimourman suggested a rest. Charlot noticed he seemed “slightly out of breath” but found it hard to believe Zimourman was truly fatigued. Still, he wouldn’t say something tactless like rejecting the idea of a break outright.

Charlot activated his Bloodfire Combat Energy, blasting away the dust from the ground to create a clean spot before sitting down. He didn’t dare use the Infinite Mirror World, leaving him visibly troubled. Without access to his pre-prepared food and supplies, he wasn’t sure how to sustain prolonged combat. With over twenty thousand monsters to kill, it would take at least a month. And with Zimourman nearby, Charlot had no idea how to proceed.

To his surprise, Zimourman pulled a small pouch from his belongings, producing a bottle of water and a piece of bread. He took a sip of water, then handed the bottle to Charlot, breaking the bread and offering him a portion.

Charlot accepted the water bottle, noting the faint lip mark on the rim. He discreetly turned the bottle before drinking deeply, then returned it to Zimourman and devoured the bread in large bites.

Zimourman’s behavior was remarkably refined, resembling a genuine noblewoman—utterly different from when he played the role of Panini earlier.

After finishing his meal, Charlot couldn’t help but ask, “Are you from the New Continent?”

Zimourman nodded. “My parents sent me to the New Continent when I was very young. Auntie Moffie raised me. I’ve never met my father or mother, nor do I know their circumstances.”

Charlot nodded knowingly. “So, there are some gaps in your memory.”

He pressed on, “Your Transcendent Path is quite unusual.”

Zimourman smiled faintly. “Indeed. Very few on the New Continent follow this path. It’s an arcane art popular in the Old Continent, taught to me by Auntie Moffie since I was little.”

“I’ve always wanted to visit the Old Continent, to find my parents and ask why they abandoned me.”

“But with my current strength, I probably couldn’t make it there.”

“When I’ve collected enough Divine Shards to become a Mid-Tier Transcendent, I’ll go to the Old Continent and see for myself.”

Charlot thought to himself, “You’d better not go back.”

“Not long ago, when you appeared at the Golden Temple, you almost scared me out of my wits.”

“I’m sure if you showed up on the Old Continent, the number of people losing sleep over nightmares wouldn’t just include me. Even the former royal family of Fars, the Axel family of Brittany, would be terrified.”

“Even if my father-in-law, the strongest warrior in Fars, or my brother-in-law Antonio, the future strongest, were there, they wouldn’t withstand your fright.”

Charlot tactfully said, “The Old Continent isn’t that great.”

Zimourman hummed in acknowledgment but dropped the subject. The two silently utilized their secret arts to recover their strength. Once refreshed, Zimourman suggested resuming their mission, and Charlot readily agreed.

Together, they defeated four more groups of monsters, eventually encountering a formidable foe—a Sixth-Tier Transcendent beast accompanied by over ten smaller creatures. Most dungeon monsters were mundane, relying on brute strength and simple skills. However, this spiked, boar-like monster was clearly extraordinary.

Charlot attempted several shots, only to find that his Magnum Mauler, paired with standard bullets, couldn’t pierce the monster’s defenses. The issue wasn’t his gun technique but the inadequacy of his weapon.

Resigned, Charlot holstered his Magnum Maulers and drew the magical rapier he had picked up.

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