Chapter 239: Sophia Gallanord

Although both sides had roughly equal numbers, Charlot's subordinates were far more capable. In particular, Charlot's knight’s lance swept through the battlefield like a soaring dragon, leaving no foe standing for even a single exchange.

Hundred Bears, Big Bear, Honey Bear, and four other extraordinary-ranked bearmen fought fiercely. The two Yellow Bear warriors didn’t even need weapons, casually swatting werewolves aside with their massive paws as if they were slicing cucumbers—quick and crisp.

The human female prisoner with a severed arm hadn’t anticipated such a turn of events. She didn’t know why this group of beastmen was fighting among themselves, but her strong will to survive drove her to grasp a werewolf warblade from the ground. She cut the ropes binding her legs and struggled to stand.

Her injuries were severe, with wounds all over her body. The simple act of standing caused her to cough up blood.

Charlot drove his lance backward, pinning a werewolf to the ground, and shouted, “Don’t overdo it! You need treatment!”

The human female prisoner, wary, asked, “Are you human? Why do you have so many beastmen under your command?”

Charlot responded curtly, “I’m not in the mood to explain.”

“In a while, try to find a way to escape!”

“I still have a mission and can’t take you with me.”

Charlot had already cleared the area around him of enemies. Switching to his Withered Rose, he fired dozens of shots. This lower-tier vampiric weapon, with each bullet equivalent to the full force of a fifth-tier extraordinary attack, easily dispatched the ordinary werewolf warriors.

Soon, Charlot blew away the faint blood mist lingering around the barrel of Withered Rose and surveyed the surroundings. The werewolves of the Shanda tribe had been wiped out. He ordered his subordinates to untie the human prisoners, preparing to release them.

As for their survival afterward, Charlot didn’t concern himself. Encircled by the vast beastmen army, he had no means to protect so many people.

Simply rescuing them was already an act of utmost kindness.

The one-armed woman gritted her teeth and said, “I am a seventh-tier Darkmoon Sorceress. I can fight alongside you.”

Charlot raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and asked, “Are you a Sheffield University graduate?”

The woman replied, “Not yet. I’m a sophomore.”

Charlot, still surprised, scrutinized the young junior. When he was in his second year, he was nothing remarkable, yet here she was—a seventh-tier extraordinary! And a Darkmoon Sorceress, a path Charlot greatly envied.

He nodded slightly. “Fine!”

Since she was extraordinary, she might be of some use, and Charlot lacked sufficient extraordinary combat strength.

Most of the human captives were locals from nearby areas, with a small number being soldiers of the Fars Empire. Without Charlot revealing his identity, the majority chose to leave, their wariness of Charlot’s beastman subordinates clear.

However, over a dozen individuals decided to stay. These soon gathered around Charlot’s “junior,” apparently familiar with and trusting her.

Charlot dared not linger. The freed captives, being ordinary humans, would likely be caught by beastmen if recaptured and spill everything. After disposing of the werewolf corpses from the Shanda tribe, he led his group to relocate.

Charlot skillfully maneuvered past dozens of beastmen warbands. Once he was certain no pursuers remained, he set up a new camp. The southern continent was home to nearly a thousand beastman tribes, many of which harbored deep feuds. The beastman army lacked centralized command, making identifying a specific tribe difficult.

The dozen humans following Charlot, though weary, were exhilarated at having narrowly escaped death. None complained during the journey.

These individuals were in excellent physical condition. Aside from the one-armed junior, there were three others with extraordinary abilities. Though all were low-ranked first or second tiers, slightly stronger than ordinary people, their skills were limited.

After establishing the campsite, Charlot summoned the group and asked, “Are you all from Strasbourg?”

A young man with slightly curly golden hair replied, “We are all students of Sheffield University. You saved us. If we can return to Strasbourg, we will surely reward you generously.”

Charlot, slightly surprised, asked, “All of you are Sheffield University students?”

As the group of young men and women nodded in unison, he grew curious. “How did you end up outside the city, captured by beastmen?”

The one-armed junior took a deep breath and answered, “Sophia Gallanord.”

Seeing Charlot’s puzzled expression, she didn’t elaborate further but continued, “We were working on a class assignment, searching for an herb outside Strasbourg.”

“When we discovered the beastman army, we misjudged the situation and attempted to fight our way back to Strasbourg, only to be surrounded. Nearly half of our classmates died…”

Sophia’s voice trembled as she said, “Many of them were eaten by those brutal beastmen. The rest of us were kept as food for the frontlines.”

Charlot sighed. “It’s over now.”

As a transmigrator, Charlot understood that beastmen and humans held vastly different perspectives. While such behavior was customary for beastmen, it was something he couldn’t accept.

Sophia lowered her head slightly. “I still want to know your identity. We don’t wish to pry into your secrets, but it determines how well we can cooperate.”

“I am a Gallanord. Even in death, I will never aid beastmen in attacking my people.”

Charlot regarded his junior with newfound respect and replied, “I also graduated from Sheffield University. These are my subordinates.”

Sophia seemed puzzled. “Your attacks earlier weren’t from Dark Breathing Technique.”

Charlot, a bit embarrassed, explained, “I didn’t choose Dark Breathing Technique; I chose Blood Glory.”

Sophia’s expression lit with realization. “The Spider Technique from the Thirteen Miraculous Techniques! These beastmen are blood puppets created by Spider Technique? I see now.”

Charlot considered explaining but ultimately shrugged. “I am a civil servant of the Behemoth Principality. By law, I cannot leave my jurisdiction, but I discovered the beastman army and became worried about my family in Strasbourg. So, I infiltrated the army with my subordinates.”

Sophia Gallanord finally believed Charlot.

The young woman wiped her face, revealing a pair of striking emerald-green eyes. They were stunningly beautiful. Despite a lingering trace of doubt in her gaze, Charlot sighed and said, “I’m Charlot Mecklenburg! Graduated in Black Moon 33.”

Sophia Gallanord pondered briefly but couldn’t recall any notable seniors named Mecklenburg from previous years. She only remembered the exceptional ones.

Suddenly, the golden-haired young man exclaimed, “You’re the one who chased away Gorgias University’s West Wind Goddess?!”

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