The First Magic World War

An elderly female Blue Giant, although slightly puzzled, kindly said to Charles and his companions, "These guests, how did you arrive at Solomon Island?"

Charles replied, "By ship, of course!"

The name of the elderly female Blue Giant immediately lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "A ship! You actually have a ship?"

She closed her eyes, apparently overwhelmed with emotion, and the large tree on her head suddenly burst into light, shedding countless feather-like sparks.

Charles reached out his hand, and a spark merged into his palm. He suddenly heard a voice, but it was so brief that he couldn't catch it clearly. Charles's heart stirred slightly, and he called forth eight Flame Hands, expanding them to the size of a bed. Indeed, countless feather-like sparks fell down, and he faintly heard the complete voice, "Friends of the Blood Clan and humans, welcome! Please take the Blue Sky Tribe off this island..."

Charles's heart stirred slightly again, and he silently thought, "Are you the ancient Gomodoro Tree?"

"I am probably the last ancient Gomodoro Tree in the world."

"My kind have all been cut down by the people of the Sherlock Dynasty to build Legendary Warships."

"If you are willing to take the Blue Sky Tribe away, I am willing to offer my trunk for you to construct a Legendary Warship."

Charles was astonished. He had never thought that there could be such a kind... Divine Creature in the world!

He could be certain that this living Gomodoro Tree was indeed a Divine Creature.

Before Charles had a chance to respond, he felt a wave of malice sweeping over him, enveloping the sky! He looked up and saw a swarm of dark bugs cutting across the sky. The swarm was all too familiar to Charles, and he couldn't help but cry out in alarm, "Queen Bees!"

This cloud of bugs was indeed composed of countless Queen Bees.

Charles had encountered these peculiar insects in two places before: the Bag of Insects and aboard the Queen Bee.

He had never imagined that he could also encounter these strange bugs on this mysterious island.

A spark of realization flashed through Charles's mind, and he suddenly exclaimed, "I've got it!"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Andreas asked, "What have you understood?"

Pointing at the giant tree, Charles explained, "The people of the Sherlock Dynasty created seven Ancient Magic Warships using the same species as this tree."

He then pointed to the sky and said, "Those Queen Bees are also one of the materials for constructing the warships."

The Queen Bee had long roamed the Seven Seas, surrounded by legends, and was known by many. Andreas had naturally heard of this Legendary Warship built during the era of the Sherlock Dynasty. Reminded by Charles, he also realized, and exclaimed, "Indeed! The Sherlock Dynasty built a total of seven Legendary Warships, and only trees of this size could serve as material for constructing such warships."

Looking at the Gomodoro Tree, his face showed eager anticipation, as it represented a Legendary Warship!

Legendary Warships are far more powerful than Magical Alchemy Warships!

Possessing one meant you could traverse the Seven Seas; Goat Herolf used to be as domineering as that.

Charles nodded, thinking to himself, "The Sherlock Dynasty must have felled seven Gomodoro Trees to construct seven Legendary Warships. Even the Holy Light Divine State Title must have been built from a Gomodoro Tree, otherwise, they wouldn't have needed its branches for repairs."

The giant from the blue sky tribe seemed extremely fearful of the swarm of insects in the sky, all showing expressions of terror, even the female tribal chief loudly commanded her people to take shelter under the Gomodoro Tree, anxiously watching the skies.

Agon said, "Should we help them by dispersing the swarm of insects above?"

Elephant-man Agon was of the Twenty-Second Level; a mere swarm of insects, despite their number, couldn't frighten him! Just with the strength of his body, those Queen Bees would be vibrated to death upon contact.

Gareth also appeared eager to try. After switching his practice to Blood Butcher, his desire for fresh blood and life force grew stronger, which Charles had always suppressed, preventing him from drawing freely.

Charles shook his head and said, "There's no need!"

He took out the Bag of Insects and, grasping it with a Flame Hand, flew high into the air.

The Queen Bees, which resembled a swarm, felt the presence of the Bag of Insects and desperately tried to burrow inside. However, the sheer number of insects this time was overwhelming; the small Bag of Insects couldn't possibly consume them all in a short time.

As the swarm swirled around, the Bag of Insects devoured countless Queen Bees, and suddenly a faint thread of consciousness emerged. Charles, with his keen perception, caught this subtle thread. He tried to communicate with it and found it to be quite peculiar.

Almost subconsciously, Charles introduced a mathematical model. After the thread of consciousness accepted this model, it started to organize itself more systematically. Finding this interesting, Charles input some basic concepts, theorems, and calculation rules of mathematics…

The feedback he received was like a computer system running at an incredibly slow pace, responding to his every command, but extremely sluggishly.

Charles was completely baffled as to why the Bag of Insects developed this thread of consciousness. After a while, to his surprise, the reaction of the Bag of Insects seemed to improve slightly. He thought of a possibility but couldn't believe his own speculation. So he entered his mathematical expertise, repeatedly using basic arithmetic operations for validation.

Soon enough, he confirmed something he could hardly believe but which was almost certainly true: when the Bag of Insects acquired enough Queen Bees, a faint thread of consciousness would emerge. When the number of Queen Bees jumped to another level, this faint thread of consciousness could even produce "thinking." When he infused mathematical knowledge, the consciousness could even generate feedback.

A ludicrous thought occurred to Charles: "Could each of these Queen Bees be seen as a computing unit, where countless units coming together could greatly enhance computational power and thus give birth to consciousness?"

"Could these tiny beings be something like neurons?"

Charles was inputting various computational problems, testing the Bag of Insects' computing speed after it had taken in several times the number of Queen Bees it could contain. Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hit him, and he immediately abandoned mathematics in favor of inputting the Bloodline Mantra.

Who knows how many attempts he made, but suddenly hundreds of Queen Bees burst open, transforming into a black vampire bat.

Charles was overjoyed. He now finally knew that a single Queen Bee was not very powerful. Hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of them posed no threat to middle and high-level Transcendents.

But once the number passed a certain threshold, they were no longer just insects. The weak consciousnesses of all the Queen Bees could link together to form a peculiar consciousness. As the number of Queen Bees continued to swell, this odd consciousness could even wield Supernatural Powers and various Special Abilities, all depending on... how the master trained them.