Charlotte wanted to change clothes, but he had rushed out in such haste that he had not brought anything clean. He could only sigh. "Earthlings and their bad habits."
Only in the world he had transmigrated from were dry, clean, comfortable clothes a normal part of life.
In this world with Transcendence, such things were actually rare.
There had been many times when Charlotte had no choice but to wear damp, somewhat dirty, thoroughly uncomfortable clothes. But there was nothing he could do about it; that was simply the norm of life on the Old Continent.
Even facing pursuers, Charlotte still had the leisure to think about such things...
Because he was not particularly afraid of battle!
Very soon, an orc army appeared on the horizon. Many of the large orcs wore fresh human heads, limbs, or half-torsos around their waists and necks. Those were the rations they carried.
When commanding the West Wind Knight Regiment, Charlotte would always prioritize forming a defensive iron-bucket formation, then firing rifles. But the troops under him now were all orc warriors, so he could only have the shield-bearing orcs stand at the front. After the pursuing orc army fired a sparse volley of arrows, he gave the order to charge.
Relying on Agility Technique ×2, Charlotte's speed surged to its peak. He drew Withered Rose and fired continuously. Every bullet from this extraordinary pistol was equivalent to the full-force strike of a Fifth Order Transcendent. Mid- and High-Order Transcendents might be able to withstand it, but ordinary orc soldiers certainly could not.
Over that short charging distance, Charlotte shot dead dozens of orc soldiers in succession. Once they reached close combat range, he stored Withered Rose in the Bloody Vortex within his left arm. Holding out his hand, Great Bear Tyrant passed him