The First Magic World War

Louis Simi had just stimulated his Fighting Spirit, barely blocking the incoming bullets. How could he have any energy left to resist the Vampiric Hand Axe?

Under the berserk amplification of the Blood Flame Qi, the life force of this Transcendent Detective gushed unrestrainedly like a fierce tide, swallowed by the Vampiric Hand Axe.

Louis's strength greatly surpassed that of Wells, still capable of putting up a desperate resistance. He crazily spurred on his Fighting Spirit to counter the devouring force of the Blood Flame Qi. He recognized Charles and shouted furiously, "It's you!"

Charles smiled without replying, re-drawing his rapier Blood Rose, slightly flicking it and furiously attacking with three strikes.

If it had been a normal swordsmanship duel, even ten Charleses might not have been a match for Louis, whose sword skills were ordinary, merely learned but not mastered. Louis's swordsmanship was extremely powerful, harsh, and seasoned with real combat.

But Louis had fallen into a trap, already suffering severe injuries. How could he resist Charles, who wielded an Extraordinary Bloodsucking Weapon and had activated his Insight Ability?

Charles effortlessly pierced through Louis's body. Even with the Flame Fighting Spirit protecting him, Louis could no longer withstand the attack and collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with a venomous hatred.

The simultaneous drawing of life essence by the two bloodsucking weapons gave Charles a sudden boost in spirit. He shouted loudly, "Attack now!"

At his urging, another twenty or thirty adventurers swarmed out and joined the battle.

Winterburn felt both shock and anger. Although he was surrounded by five adventurers, he had held back in his attacks. Seeing Louis killed in an instant, how could he not realize they were targeted? Was this a targeted trap?

This Fourth Order Knight knew the danger, and his Fighting Spirit burst forth unrestrainedly, immediately forcing the five attacking adventurers to retreat.

Meanwhile, Charles absorbed the life essence transmitted back by the Vampiric Rapier while removing the Vampiric Hand Axe. He stimulated the Blood Flame Qi and threw the hand axe again.

The small Vampiric Hand Axe, fluttering nimbly, swiftly chopped towards its target!

Winterburn saw with his own eyes that Charles had used this eerie weapon to kill Louis. Not daring to underestimate it, he enveloped the area with his Flame Fighting Spirit and, with his strong swordsmanship, shattered the flying Vampiric Hand Axe.

After being shattered, the Vampiric Hand Axe circled around and chopped down again, moving agilely like a flying bird.

Such bizarre combat skills were unheard of on the Old Continent, and Winterburn dared not be reckless. He rotated his rapier, defending himself impregnably.

Seeing Charles's extraordinary skills, the adventurers were greatly encouraged, their morale soaring as they threw themselves into the fight.

Charles manipulated the Vampiric Hand Axe with cunning unpredictability, drawing most of Winterburn's attention.

While controlling the Vampiric Hand Axe, he also hurriedly digested the absorbed life essence.

At this moment, if he could enhance his strength even by a fraction, it would increase his chances of winning.

Louis was a Third Order Transcendent, his life force fierce like a blazing flame, even more potent and robust than Wells.

Using Bloody Glory, Charles enshrouded Louis's life essence, stimulated the Protagora Breathing Method, and after precisely thirty-five breaths, the Vampiric Rapier stopped vibrating, and no more life essences came through.

He withdrew the Vampiric Rapier, letting Louis's corpse fall to the ground and glanced casually at the weapon in his hand.

This newly acquired Magic Stabbing Sword was exceptional in craftsmanship, quality, and design, but the blade had numerous fine nicks. It was far more than the "slightly damaged" that Charles had mentioned; it was severely damaged.

The previous owner of this Blood Rose, in his lifetime, must have fought countless battles. Otherwise, a magic weapon of such quality would not have been damaged to this extent.

Charlotte remembered how Louis was enthusiastic about showing the inscription but never drew the sword from its sheath, and she cursed inwardly, "He really is a profiteer!"

Subconsciously, she infused Bloody Glory into the blade and witnessed a bizarre scene!

The Magic Stabbing Sword briefly fell silent before emitting a clear, piercing cry. The blade slightly liquefied, its damaged parts self-repaired until it was as good as new, shining like water.

Her heart was greatly shaken, but she didn't have time to think deeply about what this change meant.

The next second, the Magic Stabbing Sword warmed slightly and transformed into a streak of crimson light that merged into her left arm, quietly forming the fourth Bloody Vortex.

At this moment, Charlotte's feelings could no longer be described as merely shocked.

A magic weapon capable of changing form, each one was of extraordinary quality and especially expensive.

Sharon's spear could transform into a ring, allowing its owner to carry it around, and it was already top-notch merchandise.

This Magic Stabbing Sword could not only self-repair but also spur the creation of a Bloody Vortex, pushing Bloody Glory to break through to the fourth level—undeniably even more precious.

For a moment, had she not been fleeing and had no means to sell this extraordinary weapon, Charlotte would have wanted to resell it and make a fortune.

However, the bloodsucking rapier, Blood Rose, could self-repair and remain hidden within the Bloody Vortex, proving to be a perfect weapon for self-defense, and Charlotte was not keen on selling it.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She flicked her wrist, and Blood Rose reappeared in her hand. She silently thought, "What a pity! My swordsmanship is too rudimentary; even with a divine weapon, I can't become a master of the sword."

Although Winterburn was surrounded and entangled by the elusive Vampiric Hand Axe, he was still a Fourth Order Knight and managed to dominate the fight.

The other five detectives were no match for the group of adventurers. Under the assault of dozens of adventurers, two were killed and three were captured alive.

Such is the nature of combat; it's hard to ensure no lives are lost.

Winterburn hadn't expected the situation to deteriorate to this extent and couldn't help but shout loudly, "We are from the Liemar Detective Agency, aren't you afraid of Liemar Detective Agency?"

Charlotte immediately replied, "Sorry! We are people of Byron."

Winterburn exclaimed in horror, "You are spies?"

This time, Charlotte didn't need to answer; all the adventurers shouted in unison, "Yes, we are spies, spies of Byron!"

No one wanted to offend the Liemar Detective Agency. Charlotte's random utterances were supported by the adventurers hoping to shift the conflict onto the people of Byron.

Winterburn's heart suddenly sank; he believed them to a great extent. Charlotte using Blood Clan secret techniques and bloodsucking weapons, and both Wells and Edison had their life force drained. He indeed resembled a vampire, no longer daring to hold back his power. His body's Flame Fighting Spirit surged, and his rapier once again knocked away the Vampiric Hand Axe and with a swift maneuver, he immediately killed the leaders of the two small adventure groups attacking him.

With a successful strike, Winterburn forcefully broke through the encirclement. Under the boost of Qi Valley, he moved as fast as a galloping horse and blinked out of the fight.

Watching him escape, Charlotte could only sigh in disappointment and gave up the chase.

Although she had consumed Edison's life essence, broken through the Third Order, advanced further, and possessed several special abilities, she was essentially a non-combat civil servant and inept at fighting. Pursuing alone might not have ended well.