The First Magic World War

Charles was slightly surprised, and then he realized and said, "It has only rules, not reason?"

Juno gave a faint smile and replied, "Pretty much."

Suddenly, Charles thought of the God of Joy, who, although also an Evil God, clearly couldn't be called "powerful."

There were thirty-six Great Evil Gods in the New Continent, but in fact, there weren't just thirty-six Evil Gods.

Charles pondered for a moment, then remembered the storms at sea and shook his head, "It couldn't be that weak, It can command storms and conjure mists..."

Juno also showed a look of sudden realization, and he and Charles looked at each other before exclaiming together, "There are two Evil Gods!"

Charles quickly said, "It must be the Evil God that controls the storms that trapped the Mist Evil God. We were lured here by one of them, trying to use us as bait."

Juno nodded in approval and said, "Your guess makes a lot of sense. I think so too!"

Charles looked out at the increasingly thickening mist with a faint smile and said, "Coincidentally, I also know a little about mist spells."

First, from the Swan Lake, waves of gentle spreading mist were released, which soon enveloped the nearby ghost ships. With each ghost ship shrouded, the power of the mist increased, spreading to other ships. Quickly, the entire fleet was engulfed, and then it expanded outward.

Although Charles was of High level and could manipulate mists, his power definitely couldn't compare with an Evil God. However, he had once maze-ified all the ghost ships, each of which could provide him with power to enhance the strength of the mist.

The two clumps of mist seemed alive, pressing, rolling, overbearing, and resisting each other in the air, clearly separated.

Charles surprisingly didn't fall short.

He knew this wasn't his own strength, but that of four Legendary Warships, seven Magical Alchemy Warships, eleven Ancient Magic Warships, plus hundreds of ghost ships.

Charles sank his mind down and soon sensed it—in the depths of the vast sea, there was a strange liquid. It was like an ocean current, but also like a creature essentially made of water, or even more like a mist. It was enormous and immeasurable, with a diameter of dozens of kilometers, far surpassing any deep-sea creature. Slim streams continuously split from its body, rising to the sea surface and evaporating, turning into mist.

Charles couldn't help but say, "Teacher, I've found that Divine Creature! It looks just like a mass of water!"

"It's incredibly huge, beyond belief!"

Juno said indifferently, "I've sensed it too! It has only a little remaining thought and emotion, and a bit of anger, but the way it expresses anger is utterly irrational."

As Charles was discussing with Juno, a message came through the Magic Alchemy Communication device. It was from Herolf, the Golden Goat, who succinctly stated one thing: "I suspect that the one trapping us is the former Pirate King."

Charles did not ask any questions but simply sent a message for the old goat to come over.

Soon after, Herolf the Golden Goat landed on the Swan Lake. Charles asked, "What is the deal with this 'Pirate King'?"

The old goat countered, "What do you think someone of the Peak Sacred Order would want to do before dying?"

Before Charles could respond, Juno sighed and spoke for him, "They would attempt to ascend to Divine level!"

Charles suddenly felt chills. He understood that it was a common desire. Ascending to Divine level was fraught with countless risks, and one might even end up becoming what is named an Evil God, which in reality is just a creature possessing divinity. But if someone is going to die, who would care about the risks?

He knew Juno was telling the truth!

Herolf the Golden Goat said, "There once were ten great pirates! The Pirate King, Ranje Nasau, was the most powerful among them. He led the ten pirates, but later he was challenged by Zimmerman. It is said that he died, but I do not believe Ranje Nasau would just die like that."

"I don't know exactly what happened back then, but I suspect that the storm trapping us is the result of his attempt to ascend to Divine level!"

Charles took a deep, cool breath. Although the old goat's speculation seemed outrageous, it was plausible and not impossible.

Herolf the Golden Goat said, "Ranje Nasau graduated from the Hattingen Thunder and Stormwind University, and was once a formidable force of the Lightning Series. The storm that traps us gives me a hint of familiarity."

Charles frowned slightly and responded, "If the Pirate King has transformed into a storm at sea, then what is the origin of this thing trapping us?"

The old goat seemed puzzled, but Juno immediately explained again. Both he and Charles suspected that the current situation was a conflict between two Divine Creatures, and they were caught in the middle.

The old goat furrowed his brows in thought before speaking, "The power that governs the mist... it's very much like Tugunelav, the captain of the Mist and one of the ten great pirates!"

"He, like Antonio, was a Mist Knight but also practiced some spells of the Marine System. There were rumors that he had a conflict with the Pirate King, Ranje Nasau. They had an epic sea battle. After Tugunelav was defeated, Ranje Nasau threw him into the sea, where he turned into a water-like creature."

This idea was even more preposterous, although it seemed possible, it was difficult to believe.

Charles declared, "I do not want to get involved in this struggle and plan to force my way out!"

Whether it was Ranje Nasau, Tugunelav, or whatever their origins, it made no difference to Charles. He now had the Holy Light Divine State Title and the Emilia Vessel, these two Legendary Warships were much more powerful than the Dolmabahçe Number and Swan Lake. He was fully confident that he could break through the mist and the storm.

Initially, Charles wanted to refurbish a bit, but he no longer felt the inclination. At his command, the entire fleet slowly came to life. Despite the aqueous creature from the depths of the ocean continuously summoning mist to stop them, the mist released by the fleet forcefully repelled the Evil God's mist. Surrounded by a thick fog, the fleet easily broke into the storm outside.

Charles intended to have the Holy Light Divine State Title lead the way, but Emilia assertively rushed to the front. All the storms that reached the side of the Emilia Vessel dissipated into nothingness. This newly born Legendary Warship had a firm goal. No matter how many times the storm tried to divert its course, or confuse the direction of the Emilia Vessel, it was to no avail.

After about seven or eight days, the sky suddenly cleared to a deep blue, and the storm seemed to give up chasing them. The fleet escaped the storm, and ahead was the normal course before them, no longer that peculiar island.