"O master of the Court of Fate, who swims through the River of Time, knows all mysteries, and commands Transcendent Rituals! Have You heard my voice?"
"I want to know how to turn the City of Desolation into a labyrinth."
Perhaps because he had prayed too many times, Charlot suddenly felt a silver snake tail lash his head. The blow was neither too hard nor too light, leaving the back of his head burning with pain without knocking him unconscious.
Charlot Mecklenburg had received a—Lash of Fate!
Though the little snake was not necessarily furious, it was at least displeased.
After taking a hit from a snake tail, Charlot did not dare pray again. But then an idea struck him, and he thought, Was the Serpent of Destiny telling me I'm too stupid and reminding me that this is actually easy to solve?
He pondered for a while, slapped his thigh, and said, "Let's tear down this city first."
Charlot mobilized a group of strong Labyrinth Guardians. He also took out Blood Spirit Rhino and unleashed the flaming Knight's Lance form. Man and lance became a fiery whirlwind, smashing through eight walls in one charge as he began forcibly demolishing the ruined city. The city had already been riddled with holes; how could it withstand such brutal demolition? In less than half a day, not a single wall remained standing.
Before Charlot could even wipe away his sweat, a subordinate reported, "We found an underground entrance, but no one can enter it. Even Mr. Vigo tried, but he couldn't get in."
That's it. This was the hint the Serpent of Destiny gave me.
He strode to the underground entrance. Sure enough, the diary sent him a message: Charlot Mecklenburg was about to begin the challenge of the fourth labyrinth—the City