Chapter 377: We Must Cripple Fars’ War Potential

Grandma Saint Karen smiled warmly and said, “Go ahead!”

Charlot Mecklenburg emerged from the Infinite Mirror World and descended from the Dark Luxury. With a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed an alchemical anti-space long-range rifle, a masterpiece from Byron.

He, Charlot Mecklenburg, was ready for a massacre.

The Golden Ram Herolf, Black Dragon, and Silverback Gorilla Choudrou also stepped down from the carriage.

Charlot gave a calm order, “Change into Byron military uniforms and intercept the Saint-rank combatants preparing to attack.”

The three Saint-rank warriors, though puzzled by Charlot’s sudden fervor, had long learned not to question his commands. Whatever Charlot instructed, they would execute without hesitation.

Leaving the convoy behind, Charlot cast the Swiftstep Technique and sprinted up a nearby hill at remarkable speed. Utilizing the Eagle Eye ability granted by the Red Viper, he quickly located the carriage where several young individuals were sleeping. Without hesitation, he loaded ten anti-magic armor-piercing rounds, intending to kill them all in one strike.

Charlot positioned the alchemical rifle and was just about to fire when a voice called out, “Idiot, stop!”

With a sharp step forward, Charlot sensed a surge of power erupting from beneath the ground, clashing against him directly. The figure hidden below possessed formidable blood energy, nearly matching Charlot’s own. Both sides restrained their strength to avoid detection, but their energies collided fiercely, causing an explosion of dirt to fly three or four meters into the air.

A graceful figure burst out of the ground and grabbed Charlot, scolding, “There are three Saint-rank opponents among them! I’ve been watching them for ages and didn’t dare make a move. Do you want to die charging in recklessly?”

Charlot was taken aback. The one who had been hiding underground and matching his strength was unexpectedly a “kind-hearted vampiric maiden.”

He almost wanted to retort, “Which eye of yours thinks I’m from Byron?”

After all, Charlot was clad head to toe in Fars Empire military attire.

It wasn’t entirely the vampiric maiden’s fault. Although Charlot wore the uniform of Fars, he carried an anti-space long-range rifle from Byron and had been aiming it at the Fars delegation. Not to mention, his aura of immense blood energy clearly marked him as a high-rank “vampire.”

A dozen thoughts raced through Charlot’s mind before he finally chose to lower his voice and reply, “This time, three Saint-rank warriors will engage to pin down the Fars princess, priest, and an elderly matron. My mission is to eliminate key members of the Mosred family. They’re rising stars with terrifying growth potential...”

“Yes, we must cripple Fars’ war potential.”

The vampiric maiden was pleasantly surprised by Charlot’s wealth of “additional intelligence” and eagerly asked, “Really?”

Charlot responded, “Absolutely.”

His Byron-accented speech, refined through exchanges with Julian Arsilo, carried an air of noble authenticity. The maiden didn’t doubt him for a second and quickly added, “If you have a plan, count me in.”

“However, I’ve run out of anti-magic armor-piercing rounds. I only have standard bullets left, so I can’t deal with their stronger targets.”

Charlot handed over five more anti-magic armor-piercing rounds without hesitation and said, “I’ve got plenty to spare.”

The vampiric maiden beamed with delight, accepting the rounds unreservedly. She declared, “I’m a natural sharpshooter. Let me handle the Mosred family’s young elites.”

Charlot nodded, watching as she swiftly loaded the rounds into her rifle. Without even aiming carefully, she fired five consecutive shots, fully exploiting the rifle’s “rapid-fire” capabilities.

Charlot was mildly shocked as he witnessed several young individuals, including Rembrandt, struck down with clean headshots. He thought to himself, “This vampiric maiden’s marksmanship is unparalleled.”

“If we were in a sniper duel, I wouldn’t stand a chance against her.”

As the gunfire subsided, a beam of light shot skyward—it was High Priest Auguslatin!

Seeing this familiar figure, Charlot’s first thought was, “Good thing I never agreed to assist this old guy. Turns out he’s just playing second fiddle again.”

Before Charlot could react, the vampiric maiden grabbed his arm and vanished into the ground with him.

The maiden used her extraordinary abilities to envelop Charlot, transporting them dozens of kilometers away in one breath. They emerged from the earth just in time to see three Saint-rank warriors ganging up on High Priest Auguslatin. She gasped, “So we really do have Saint-rank warriors in action.”

Regret flashed across the maiden’s face. If she hadn’t acted so hastily earlier, she could have gone on a killing spree, taking down dozens of Fars’ high-ranking officials.

What the vampiric maiden didn’t realize was that if she had tried to slaughter indiscriminately, the man standing beside her would likely have turned his weapon on her.

Charlot had never been one for mercy.

Brushing the dirt from his head, Charlot wanted to ask, “Why did you run?”

“If you hadn’t run, I would’ve shot you just now, taking both the blame and the credit.”

However, his desire to act had faded. He remarked instead, “Since we’ve escaped, we shouldn’t linger. This is Fars territory. While Saint-rank warriors can come and go freely, we must tread carefully.”

The maiden nodded. “We’ve worked together, but I still don’t know your name.”

Charlot replied, “I’m Kainan.”

The maiden introduced herself, “I’m Yulia.”

“When the war is over, I’ll invite you to a ball at Starfort.”

The vampiric maiden Yulia slung her rifle over her shoulder and departed with grace. Charlot hesitated several times but refrained from attacking her from behind. He sighed inwardly and thought, “I’m still unfit for war.”

“If only this world had peace!”

“Then I could spend every day with Annie, sipping coffee and enjoying her cooking. How wonderful life would be!”

“Hmm, but doesn’t Annie dislike cooking?”

“Oh well, there’d surely be a cook at home.”

In truth, Charlot missed those early days of courting Annie, when their dates were simple and carefree.

Back then, life had seemed ordinary—just lighthearted and pleasant. Only after enduring countless battles did Charlot realize how precious those ordinary days had been. Compared to his current turbulent life, those mundane moments were truly rare treasures.

He sighed wistfully again and thought, “This is the fate of transmigrators.”

Charlot returned the rifle to the Infinite Mirror World, took a circuitous route, and rejoined the convoy.

His three subordinates had all returned before him.

Curious, Charlot asked, “How did your fight go?”

The Black Dragon coughed and answered, “Grandma Saint Karen didn’t intervene. The High Priest recognized us...”

“Her Highness struck Herolf once, but fortunately, his injuries aren’t severe.”

Charlot glanced at the old ram. His face was pale, but it was evident that the wounds weren’t too serious.

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