Chapter 244: The Power of Agmirlas, the Evil God

Charlot desperately wanted to change into clean clothes, but having left in such haste, he had none with him. With a sigh, he muttered, “The bad habits of Earthlings.”

In the world he had traversed from, dry, clean, and comfortable clothing had been the norm. Yet, in this extraordinary world, such luxuries were rare.

Charlot had endured countless occasions wearing damp, dirty, and uncomfortable garments. It was simply the way of life on the Old Continent.

Even while facing pursuers, Charlot found himself distracted by such trivial musings...

Because he did not fear battle in the slightest.

Before long, a horde of orcs emerged on the horizon. Many among them—hulking figures adorned with severed human heads, limbs, or half-torsos hanging from their belts and necks—carried their gruesome "provisions."

Back when Charlot commanded the West Wind Knight Order, his first directive was always to form an ironclad defensive formation and fire rifles from safety. But now, his troops consisted of orc warriors. Thus, he ordered shield-bearing orcs to form a front line, bracing for the incoming, sparse volley of arrows. Only then did he give the command to charge.

With the Swiftstep Technique ×2, Charlot accelerated to his maximum speed, drawing Withered Rose, his extraordinary pistol. Firing rapidly, the weapon unleashed bullets equivalent to the full-force strikes of a fifth-tier Transcendent. While mid-to-high-tier Transcendents might withstand them, ordinary orc soldiers stood no chance.

Within moments, Charlot had felled dozens of orcs in the short sprint to close combat. When the melee began, he stowed Withered Rose into the blood vortex on his left arm. Extending his hand, Big Bear tossed him his lance, Berserker Blade.

Letting out a fierce battle cry, Charlot plunged into the enemy ranks. In swift succession, he pierced through six or seven orc soldiers before hearing a thunderous roar. A two-handed warhammer intercepted his lance.

Charlot’s hands tingled slightly from the impact. This opponent—a Mauling Yellow Bear warrior—was a mid-tier Transcendent, nearly as powerful as Big Bear, and second only to Hundred Bears.

The Mauling Yellow Bears and Redback Bears were two branches of the bear clans, renowned among orcs as fearsome warrior tribes. The Yellow Bears boasted greater physical strength, while the Redback Bears excelled in martial skill. There was a common saying among orcs: "Never meet a Mauling Yellow Bear on the battlefield or duel a Redback Bear in the arena."

Charlot flicked his lance, unleashing seven or eight spear flowers aimed at the Yellow Bear’s eyes. The bear roared defiantly, swinging its massive warhammer with reckless abandon, ready to trade its life for Charlot’s.

Charlot, however, did not flinch. Berserker Blade directly blinded the Yellow Bear warrior, while Charlot deftly evaded the incoming warhammer using his extraordinary speed.

With a reverse swing of his lance, Charlot struck the bear on the head, rendering it unconscious. He had intentionally held back, knowing these orcs would become valuable labyrinth guards once he reached Machubi.

The pursuing orc troops had only one mid-tier Transcendent. The other two low-tier Transcendents were slain by Sophia Gallanord, while the ordinary soldiers scattered after a single charge.

Charlot dispatched a small squad of wolfmen to flank the fleeing orcs, shouting incessantly for them to surrender. Confused about who their adversary even was, many orcs assumed their foes were simply another band of orcs. With their leader dead, resistance was weak, and most chose to surrender.

The few who refused to surrender were killed by Sophia Gallanord and the students from Sheffield University. Having nearly been devoured as food themselves, these students now harbored a deep hatred for orcs.

After subduing and capturing the orcs, Charlot wasted no time. He continued advancing toward Machubi Fortress. Over the next two days, he encountered no further combat. It seemed the main orc army had gathered in Strasbourg.

Upon reaching Machubi, Charlot integrated the rescued humans into the West Wind Knight Order and transformed the captured orcs into labyrinth guards.

As all the captured orcs were converted into labyrinth guards, Charlot’s diary emitted a sudden mental projection: “Charlot Mecklenburg has gained over one thousand labyrinth guards, including nine Transcendents. You may now perform three labyrinthizations and infuse yourself once with the Power of Agmirlas, the Evil God.”

Charlot was startled. After a moment’s hesitation, he made a resolute decision—Infuse!

Charlot’s decision was purely intuitive, with no logical basis or clear understanding of the consequences.

His diary, having absorbed the residual aura of Agmirlas, the foreign god of chaos, from an oil painting destroyed by a dozen orc Saint shamans, expanded from fifteen to thirty-seven pages.

Previously, Agmirlas' Labyrinth had been reduced to six pages after performing labyrinthizations for Silver Dove Castle (three), Machubi Fortress (three), Mostar Castle (two), and Cappadocia (one).

Now, with an additional thirty-one pages, Charlot no longer lacked labyrinthizations. Yet he still could not fathom their full value.

As Charlot finalized his choice, a sinister energy surged into his body.

He found the sensation odd. This power felt eerily familiar, compelling him to instinctively activate Blood Glory and merge it with the invading force. Then, something entirely unexpected occurred.

The chaotic power of Agmirlas formed a blood vortex within Charlot’s eyes. At the vortex’s core, silver blood runes materialized, coalescing into a mirror.

The mirror revealed an endless maze of corridors, passages, corners, walls, and halls...

For a fleeting moment, Charlot wondered if he had been discovered by a blood god rather than receiving Agmirlas’ power.

Ten minutes later, the diary reduced itself from thirty-seven to thirty-four pages. Charlot had not acquired any significant powers of the Evil God. Instead, he had formed an entirely new blood vortex, unrecorded even in the Protagoras Scrolls.

Charlot’s progress with the Protagoras Breathing Technique had always been methodical, save for two deviations: when Baron Valentine taught him the Arthur Clan’s secret scrolls, unlocking the blood vortex in his throat; and now, with Agmirlas’ chaotic infusion, unlocking the vortex within his eyes.

It seemed the foreign god Agmirlas possessed a peculiar identity indeed.

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