Two alchemical schools domihe Old ti.

  One is Cssical Alchemy, also known as Magical Alchemy. Charlot's Battlefield e belongs to this school. Its pinnacle achievement is "Self-Alchemy," which transforms oneself into bizarre entities.

  Take Warden Magru Trell, for instanow half-human and half-spider, his lower body was bloart long ago, yet he stubbornly refuses to die.

  The followers of the Lamp Bearer never established a uy. This school circutes in secrecy. Though Charlot had glimpsed scattered dots, his uanding of the Kabbah Magic School is shallow, leaving him clueless on how to ter Cursed Armaments.

  The other school is Traditional Alchemy, founded by the great human philosopher Hermes, a devout follower of the God of Maery and Alchemy. Thus, Traditional Alchemy is also called Meical Alchemy.

  Anti-space teology and le sniper rifles are products of this school, whose ing achievement is the creation of Artificial Deities.

  Although the followers of the God of Maery and Alchemy did ablish a uy, the great philosopher Hermes once served as a professor at Hartington Thunder and Storm Uy, which led all four uies to offer Traditional Alchemy courses.

  During his uy years, Charlot had onvied the brilliance of alchemy. Yet, though born into a mert family, the family finances were managed by his elder brother. Alchemy is notoriously known as a "bottomless money pit," and his family could never provide the exorbitant funds o study such a wasteful pursuit.

  Moreover, Charlot had never showraordinary talent iransdent path; he couldn't even master bat energy. His family didn’t believe he could achieve anything in alchemy.

  Fortunately, even among the four uies, few could afford alchemy studies. Charlot maintained a fairly calm attitude during his school days.

  At this moment, faced with an advanced product of Cssical Alchemy, Charlot—while fleeing for his life—felt regretful that he couldn’t cim the spoils of war.

  Cursed Armaments are rooted in their user’s flesh and soul. In a sehe user’s body and soul are also part of the spell materials, making them inseparable. If the user dies, the Cursed Armament is destroyed as well.

  Warden Magru Trell had long uood that his potential oransdent path was limited. A level-seven Battle Energy Knight was likely his peak. Thus, he spared no expeo ission Master Alchemist Are Thirteen to craft a Cursed Armament for him.

  Seeing Charlot's nimble movement as his tinuous gunfire missed, Magru Trell tossed aside his Thundercp Gun and pulled out a massive battle axe. With a twisted grin and a wild roar, he charged forward, his speed even faster than before.

  Charlot, unwilling to remaiirely passive, eled Blood Glory. With his alchemical e, he deflected the desding axe with a slight parry rather thaing it head-on.

  Though Charlot was a Fourth-Tier Transdent who had formed four Blood Runes—mastering Insight, Bloodfire Qi, Angel's Thorn, and Swiftstep Teique—he still felt his arm go numb uhe tremendous force. He couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, "This guy’s strength is ridiculous!"

  By now, Magru Trell had fully transformed into a half-human, half-spider monstrosity. His axe swung like a whirlwind—not particurly skillful in teique but devastating when paired with his unparalleled strength—f Charlot into a cold sweat.

  While swinging his enormous axe with ferocity, Magru Trell shouted, “Do you know? Once Cursed Armament is activated, I ever regain my human form. This is all your fault!”

  Charlot’s alchemical e pointed, activating Swiftstep Teique as he leapt over ten pimi back. He thought to himself, "Without Cursed Armament, you'd already be dead." Yet he saw no reason for quips and coldly demanded, “Why are you seeking revenge on me? I have y with you!”

  Magru Trell roared with rage, shouting, “If not for you acg me of framing Menielman, I would never have been abandoned by my superiors, stripped of my position as Warden, and thrown into prison!”

  “The prisoners at Kilmainham Prison are all garbage. Those damned Prisuards were garbage too. I never belohere!”“They forced me to cough up the wealth I spent my life accumuting. They humiliated, tortured, and intimidated me.”

  “I’ve killed all of them already. You’re the st one!”

  Magru Trell’s stamina seemed endless. Wielding the massive axe, he fought with relentless vigor for over half an hour without the slightest sign of fatigue.

  Though their battle had already drawn tless onlookers aroyed several residences, Charlot did his best to minimize colteral damage. However, bat was never so easily trolled, and still, no city patrol guards appeared.

  Charlot, himself the Head Overseer, knew all too well how the patrol system worked. He no longer expected ao stop Magru Trell. Instead, he racked his brains, calg how to take down his oppo with his current strength.

  Charlot was about seventy to eighty pert certain that if Magru Trell stood still, two rounds of Anti-Magic Armor-Pierg Rounds would reduce him to a pile of ash. But the former warden’s mobility was absurdly fast, and Charlot’s supply of Anti-Magic rounds was limited. Lord Leo had only ever given him twenty rounds, and ohey were gohere’d be no repts. Wasting them recklessly wasn’t an option.

  His Vampirid Axe was blocked by the bizarre energy surrounding Magru Trell, uo pee his defehe same likely applied to Blood Rose, while his Magnum Mauler and alchemical pistols were even less effective.

  Within moments, Charlot had devised seven ht pns, yet none seemed truly viable.

  Charlot felt he was at a disadvantage, exhausting himself yet uo prevail. What he didn’t know was that, a hundred meters away, two onlookers were already sck-jawed, stunned by his strength.

  Reggie Asu and Karenda Modi, both mid-tier Transdents and members of the Fierce Horse Detective Agency, had e to deliver Aubrey Tildon Atwood’s duel challeo Charlot at No. 1 Fal Street. They also inteo observe their oppo.

  Acc to the records, Charlot was only a Fourth-Tier Transdent following the retively underwhelming Blood Glory path. Yet his reputation was bolstered by his remarkable feats, including syi Fierce Horse detectives, among whom was Winterburn, also Fourth-Tier.

  her of them expected to see Charlot being “attacked in broad daylight” by a mid-tier Transdent.

  At first, they were merely impressed that Charlot had araordinary rifle and remarkable decisiveness. However, when Magru Trell activated his Cursed Armament and transformed into a monstrous half-spider entity, they were truly astounded.

  Charlot’s inexperien battle left him unaware that Magru Trell, in this state, wielded bat strength equivalent to high mid-tier power, parable to a Level Ten Knight.

  For Charlot to fight su oppo evenly, only slightly at a disadvantage, left Reggie Asu and Karenda Modi exging shocked ghey silently resolved to persuade their chief to remove both their names from the duel list.

  After all, her of them articurly “reted” to the eight deceased detectives.