The First Magic World War

Chapter 48 47. The Monster in the Depths of Machu Picchu

The place Charles "found" was a Beastman's meeting hall, where the Beastman officers convened, indeed quite "clean."

The adventurers were quite pleased with this "campsite"; after a brief cleaning, they cleared a large area.

Lord Leo, though cautious, only felt he might be overly suspicious. Trusting in his own strength, he didn't mind, having his two servants lay out a thick blanket to rest for a while and recuperate.

His two servants loyally stayed by their master's side, keeping Lord Leo separate from the group of adventurers.

Nobody noticed that Charles had disappeared.

By now, Charles had ventured deep into Machu Picchu fortress, standing alone on a desolate path, staring into the deeper parts of the fortress.

This desolate path marked the boundary of the maze-ification of Machu Picchu.

He could sense that the mazeification of Machu Picchu was pushing some entities deeper into the fortress.

"Machu Picchu fortress actually harbors some weird entities, huh!"

"I wonder if I can capture a few to enhance the power of the Labyrinth."

Charles had checked some records at Sheffield University and consulted several professors, deducing a bit of the "truth."

The clash between the two Great Evil Gods must have resulted in the loss of some of their power, which merged into the journal.

If he could consume the powers held within the "Agmillar's Labyrinth" and the "Vampire Secret Scrolls" before the two Great Evil Gods found them, then they would never sense this part of their lost Fel Energy again.

Because that power would no longer belong to them.

But if Charles didn't digest this portion of power within the set time, Agmilas and Kahnstan could sense their lost Fel Energy and lock onto the coordinates to descend once more.

Although the deadline for the "Vampire Secret Scrolls" was tighter, Charles, proficient in Bloody Glory and learning the Adonis Clan Secret Technique from the Vampiric Scroll, found it not too difficult.

The timeline of "Agmillar's Labyrinth" was longer but wouldn't extend; once the deadline arrived, Agmilas would inevitably return, unstoppable.

Humans cannot resist an Evil God!

Only gods can contend against gods.

This was a consensus on the Old Continent.

Charles was even more eager to master the control of fifteen labyrinths.

Being cautious by nature, Charles did not step out of the confines of the Labyrinth, nor did he plan any reckless ventures, but some presence lurking in the shadows could not hold back any longer. A low whisper suddenly rose by his ear, as if his dearest lover was calling him over.

This whispering murmur, filled with endless magic power, caused dozens of wild beasts to burst from their hiding places under its influence, moving with rigid steps towards the depths of Machu Picchu.

Charles pressed his brow, hesitating whether to activate "Insight."

He was unsure what magical creature uttered this whisper, but he was unafraid, thinking to himself, "I've faced the Evil God twice directly; how could some simple enchantment affect my mind?"

Charles was certain that as long as he didn't leave the boundaries of the Labyrinth, the creature lurking in the darkness wouldn't be able to touch him.

"Qian Nan! I'm here …"

Just as Charles was sitting confidently, a lady with wavy curled blonde hair called out softly while quickly dashing into the darkness.

"Hannah?!"

"Come back quickly!"

Charles cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

This moderately attractive young lady had a fondness for him, yet Charles had never considered having any intimate relationship with her, especially since they were still on the run.

If they were to stop running, he had someone else in mind to be with.

He had not expected that Hannah would follow him and be lured by the creature hidden deep within Machu Picchu.

Without hesitation, Charles threw the Vampiric Hand Axe, which under the manipulation of the Blood Flame Qi, should have been agile and precise. Yet, after flying a dozen steps, it lost its responsiveness, disappearing into the darkness of Machu Picchu, never to return.

Charles's heart skipped a beat. He had traveled here in Synis, a famous seaside resort in Fars, and then returned to Strasbourg, the capital of the Empire, home to countless important figures and even watched over by deities. He had hardly encountered any creatures or faced any danger.

Except… that time he participated in the auction and got wrapped up in the Labyrinth.

And the time he summoned two Evil Gods...

Well!

He had not encountered creatures, but had faced the Evil Gods!

All in all, Charles could not fathom just how terrifying and what sort of sinister powers those things deep within Machu Picchu possessed.

Charles looked towards the dark, unfathomable fortress ruins and Ms. Hannah, who had vanished without a trace, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush into the darkness to save her.

Although he was now a Fourth Order Transcendent with two Extraordinary Weapons, he was still no match for the creature lurking in the depths of Machu Picchu. Rashly attempting a rescue would surely mean not only failing to save her but also risking his own life.

Charles closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and performed the Protagora Breathing Method, forcefully suppressing the rising feelings of pity.

The low murmurs continued…

An invisible force slowly eroded the darkness, the maze-ification relentlessly spreading.

Several minutes later, Charles's spirit slightly quivered, and with a shout, a small Vampiric Hand Axe elegantly flew up and landed back in his hand.

At the same time, Charles saw what had become of her - Hannah had turned into a skeleton, as if she had been weathered for centuries!

This poor female adventurer had had all her life devoured by the creature lurking in the darkness. Her face, wrinkled like old tree bark, bore a trace of bliss, eerie and horrifying.

Near Hannah's corpse were several dozen animals, their deaths equally strange, all reduced to skeletons.

Charles pressed his hand down, turning over loads of soil, burying the bodies of Hannah and the animals. Within the scope of the Labyrinth, he could slightly manipulate the terrain, alter pathways, and even slightly twist space.

This was not a power that ordinary Transcendents could wield.

This was the lost, sinister power of Agmilas, the God of the Labyrinth from overseas.

Having done this deed, Charles turned his body and walked away without looking back. Although he had no emotional attachment to Hannah or any close relationship, he was still filled with rage, silently swearing in his heart, "Whatever you are! Eighteen days from now, I will find you and expose you to the sun, watching you turn to ashes."

"No! Perhaps fifteen days will be enough."

The moment Charles turned, the whispering murmur also stopped.

Dozens of vines rustled and crawled, passing through a boundary to enter a desolate path. These seemingly sentient evil vines, as if pulled by a mysterious force, were suddenly snapped taut, even emitting a chilling, shrieking sound, but they could not stop, pulling up even their roots, entirely entering the domain of the Labyrinth.