บท 707: The Fall of Theocracy

Everyone was now looking toward the sky above Light City at the enormous monster's astounding shadow. It had arrived when both sides were locked in a stalemate.

"It's the three-headed dragon. Wizard Merlin is here!"

"Haha, Wizard Merlin has finally arrived. We can break through this tortoise's shell now."

"After waiting for so long, let's see what Light City is going to use as their defense."

Compared to those from the Church of Light, whose faces were deathly pale, their hearts sinking in despair, this side of the Kingdom of Blackmoon appeared galvanized. Merlin's arrival increased the confidence of every Spell Caster a hundred times over.

Atop the three-headed dragon, Merlin gazed coldly down at the defenses of Light City below. This layer of defense was not much of a problem. It should just about match a Great Legend. It was not surprising that even forty or so Great Wizards were unable to break down this barrier.