Charlotte rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought. The fortieth labyrinth level was not too difficult—it was far too easy.
Though he was alone, he believed that with his eighteenth-rank strength, sweeping through Mosul's eighteen towns would not be difficult.
Charlotte always felt that Agmilas was playing games with him, and this Evil God Arena was clearly abnormal as well. Though he did not know much about the Evil God Arena, he knew one detail: whether Evil God selectees or Evil God Candidates, they were not Agmilas's selectees or Agmilas's candidates. Every Evil God had selectees, and every Evil God had candidates, yet Mosul had only Agmilas's Evil God Candidates...
Wasn't that far too strange?
Charlotte had too little information and did not know what exactly Agmilas intended to do to him. Still, he decided to take action first.
Two Evil God Candidates were engaged in a fierce battle here, so their cities were bound to be undefended. Charlotte intended to seize one of them.
As long as he could occupy one city, Charlotte was confident that he could continuously raise troops until he swept across all of Mosul.
Charlotte tried summoning a Demonic Flame Horse and succeeded with surprising ease. However, the horse he summoned was clearly not the one he had previously tamed. Charlotte did not dwell on that detail. He mounted the Demonic Flame Horse and raced toward the nearest town.
The town closest to the battlefield was nearly devoid of residents. Charlotte had expected at least one battle, but the moment he entered the town, he sensed its desolation. The streets were empty and bleak, even more forlorn than Machu Picchu had once been. Machu Picchu had at least had some crows and rats.
Charlotte dismounted from the Demonic Flame Horse and