Bright City

In the Void Realm, a strange Plane seemed to shine with eternal light. Countless devout believers silently praised the God of Light in their hearts.

On the Plane of Light, the Light God Lord, a mighty deity who had founded his own pantheon, frowned. His face was faintly grim.

"My will has been destroyed. I never expected a spellcaster in the Land of Glory to use an Atlan Civilization warship to destroy my avatar."

The Light God Lord had mixed feelings, but defeat was defeat. The arrangements he had made in the Land of Glory would likely be wiped out. If he tore open the seal again, he would surely alert the spellcasters' three Arcane Mages. He had no confidence he could face all three alone.

It would take time to contact his believers in the Land of Glory again. But would Merlin give him that time? Certainly not.

"Merlin, the moment you set foot in the Void Realm, you die!"

A chill entered the Light God Lord's eyes. He had spent so long laying his plans in the Void Realm that even the three Arcane Mages had failed to destroy them. Yet now they had been ruined by a mere Great Wizard.

Rage burned in the Light God Lord's heart, but he could do nothing. He could only wait...

Night had fallen, and a cold wind blew. Only when Merlin felt its chill did he put the warship away.

Sure enough, the warship had only fifty percent of its energy left. Looking back, Merlin realized how dangerous that encounter had been. The Atlan Civilization's Empire-Class Warship was only comparable to a Titled Legend. Its main cannon should never have been able to destroy the Light God Lord's avatar in a single shot.

But the Light God Lord had