Six-Element Archmage!

Bang!

Outside the Royal Capital, Merlin was about to seize Pope Fairland when he discovered that, although Fairland lacked the power of a Great Legendary, he possessed a treasure that seemed capable of tearing through space at any moment.

Fairland had therefore escaped, but that was all. Apart from him, the hundreds of thousands of troops dispatched by the Holy Light Empire, along with the Light Church's many believers—even its dozen or so red-robed bishops and black-robed chief inquisitors—had all died under the attacks of nearly fifty Archmages.

Those with faith were terrifying. Even the ordinary soldiers fought with crazed determination. Only a small number whose faith was weak threw down their weapons and surrendered to the Black Moon Kingdom.

Merlin did not attack again. He merely watched coldly until the battle ended. Before the Royal Capital, blood had stained the earth a purplish black, and a thick stench of blood rose into the sky.

"Wizard Merlin, we defeated the Holy Light Empire and preserved this land of freedom!"

"We won! We finally won!"

Many Spell Casters felt as though they had survived a catastrophe. From their earlier despair to this sweeping victory, everything seemed like a dream. After such dramatic reversals, many wept with joy.

The Eighth Prince, too, watched the scene before him with his heart surging. Not long ago, the Royal Family had been in a precarious position, liable to fall at any moment. Yet this battle had defeated the Holy Light Empire. Only Fairland and a scattering of ordinary soldiers had escaped back to the Holy Light Empire. Everyone else had perished here.

"Wizard Merlin, this was all thanks to you. Had you not defeated the Holy Believer, I'm afraid the Royal Capital would already have fallen!"

Even now, the Eighth Prince felt lingering fear when