first wizarding world war.

Chapter 524 Dad! This is delicious. Can I eat it?
The eyes of a Saint from the New World lit up, and he winked at his two companions. The three of them suddenly accelerated, split into three different directions, and pounced on Charlotte like lightning.

Charlotte's men witnessed this and were about to leap into the air, but they saw the head of the Mekelun family shake his body at such a speed that he left a shadow. He didn't use any tricks, but just punched a New World Saint in the abdomen, piercing the Saint's abdomen. The Saint's desperate eyes were full of disbelief. He hit another man in the chest with his elbow, smashing his sternum and internal organs into minced meat, and seeing that he was doomed, he reached out and grabbed the shoulders of the last Saint who attacked him, spread his hands apart, and tore him in half!

Charlotte killed three saints with one move, which not only shocked the saints of the New World, but also shocked his men.

Andreas couldn't help but ask, "How can he be... so fast?"

The Phoenix Breathing Method of the Constantine Family is a secret method known for its speed, but it is definitely impossible to be so fast!

Perhaps if Count Constantine attacks, he may be able to reach this speed, or even faster than Charlotte, but Constantine is the former top master of the Black Phoenix Dynasty. In terms of real strength, he may not be much inferior to Juno. Charlotte has just been promoted to the Saint level, and it has not even been a minute since the promotion.

Juno was amazed and shouted, "Charlotte! How is your agility training going?"

Charlotte didn't say anything, she just pointed two fingers at her teacher, then took them back and stretched out seven more!
Juno shrugged and said, "There are too many stacks of agility."

Charlotte also just found out that after being promoted to the Saint level, all of his supernatural powers will experience a drastic improvement. Runes are now condensed in his fifteen bloody whirlpools, and his agility technique has condensed more than twenty runes in one breath, totaling twenty-seven. This is why he had just displayed such a speed as fast as thunder and lightning, which was the fastest in the world.

Of course, in addition to speed, Charlotte also used other secret methods just now!

If we rely solely on speed, we would never have achieved the result just now.

Monteblanc raised his eyebrows, he had just noticed that the three saints of the New World communicated secretly and launched a sneak attack on Charlotte, but there was no intention to stop them. The living environment in the New World was much more cruel than that in the Old World, so the people of the New World were not as dignified as the people of the Old World. They used all means, such as sneak attacks, gang attacks, poisoning and cursing, and no one thought there was anything wrong!
Is it a life-and-death battle? What else should we be cautious about?
Monteblanc even thought that if Charlotte was beaten to death by these three, it would be fine. If he was captured alive by them, they would definitely laugh at him for being too naive and believing in fighting alone! In this world, as long as you kill the enemy, who cares about the means?
But he never expected that the outcome of things would be completely different from what he expected!
Charlotte used thunderous means and cruel heart to kill three saints in one move, and it was a one-shot kill. No one could withstand the second move, and no one could survive.

Although Montblanc was surprised, he had seen many dead people in the New World, so he didn't care and said calmly: "Your opponent is me!"

Before Charlotte could say anything, she heard a sharp voice, somewhat childish, shouting, "Dad! This is delicious, can I have it?"

Charlotte said calmly: "Emilia! The city in front is the boundary. Everyone outside the city!"

“You can eat it all.”

"This is a war! I don't need any prisoners, and I don't want to leave anyone alive."

"I want to let these barbarians in the New World know!"

"What the hell is a reverse scale?"

Montblanc suddenly became alert, and his fighting spirit was raised to the limit. He poured the twenty-third level fighting spirit into the giant sword, and turned around, but didn't hit anything. The next second, a cute little foot appeared on his head, and kicked the head of the Speaker of the New World Congress hard, almost kicking it into his chest. Montblanc felt like a cannonball, falling into the sea, but he didn't know how he turned and landed on a ship!
Monteblanc rubbed his head. The kick just now was so elusive that he almost thought it was kicked by an evil god. But after all, he had been through many battles, so he forced himself to gather his fighting spirit and wanted to get out of the ship. Monteblanc could sense that there was something strange about this ship, and he didn't want to fight in an unfamiliar environment. But the next second, he found that no matter how hard he gathered his strength, he couldn't get into the air, and he was immediately horrified.

Montblanc was desperately trying to leave when he saw a man squatting on the ground. He thought he was a sneaky enemy, so he kicked him. The squatting man grabbed him with his backhand, and the two of them exchanged seven or eight moves in an instant. This man was as hard as copper and iron, and he chopped him with his sword. The other party actually fought back with his fists and feet, and sparks flew everywhere, but he couldn't slash him. He was also extremely powerful and experienced in combat. He was an extremely terrifying enemy. Montblanc became more and more frightened as he fought, and couldn't help but shouting, "Who are you?"

"Gareth Mecklen! Charlotte Mecklen's eldest son."

Monteblanc couldn't help but curse, "Didn't he want to duel with me? Why did he assign you to sneak attack, plot against you, and besiege you? Do you still follow the rules?"

Gareth said calmly, "Didn't you sneak attack and siege first? Besides, I have never seen my father duel with anyone! The time my father dueled honestly was before I became his son."

“You haven’t caught up with that era!”

"Also, if you don't attack me, I won't fight you at all."

Montblanc hurriedly took a few steps away. Gareth really didn't make a move. He tried a few more times but still couldn't leave the boat. He couldn't help but ask, "How can I leave?"

Gareth said, "Of course you have to ask my sister! As long as she allows you to leave."

Montblanc breathed a sigh of relief. Although he always felt that Charlotte and her children were a little strange, the elder brother seemed to be mentally ill, and the younger sister probably had some problems too. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Miss Mecklen, please let me out."

A little girl, at some point, floated and sat on Gareth's shoulder, holding a set of knives and forks in her hands and a silver plate in her mouth, sobbing, "Brother Gareth! Do you want a piece?"

Gareth said calmly: "I don't eat this kind of thing."

Emilia held the plate in her mouth and said, "Who are you kidding? We are brother and sister. Every time I give you something delicious, you devour it cleanly. Otherwise, how could you be promoted to the twenty-third level?"

"Although the twenty-third level is just a stronger piece of trash!"

Gareth said nothing. He had long since learned not to talk back to his sister.

But Monteblanc found it very irritating. What did he mean by level 23 was just a stronger piece of trash?

Who are you calling trash?
(End of this chapter)