Holy Light Miracle

Only then did Murray finally speak. "Havana, Macron, come back! Don't let greed blind you. With that Mage Tower there, we'll have a hard time seizing his Divine Power Crystals."

The Cyclops and the Centaur stiffened. Anyone who reached High Legendary strength had to possess extraordinary intelligence, even a thickheaded Cyclops, let alone a Druid known for wisdom and composure. After their companion's warning, the two exchanged another look and reached a decision. Both withdrew beyond the range of Saint Tower Guardian.

But giving up on seizing Nikolayevich's Divine Power did not mean they would spare Saint Tower Academy. Once the five Legendary fighters regrouped, they immediately directed the allied forces from the Outer Realm to launch a furious assault on Saint Tower Academy and Friedenburg City.

The Saint Tower, which should have protected them, had become a spectator. Its protective Light Screen shrank to a radius of a hundred meters. Nikolayevich and Freddie, who controlled the War Golem, stood at the top of the Saint Tower and watched the brutal slaughter outside without expression.

"Nikolayevich, are we really giving up?" Freddie's strange, raspy voice sounded. Then the War Golem's chest split open, and Freddie floated out in his human-headed octopus form.

"What else can we do?" Nikolayevich closed his eyes in pain. He was an intensely selfish, calculating man, but that did not mean he had no feelings. He had a friend like Freddie, to whom he could entrust his life, disciples at the academy whom he regarded as heirs to his Legacy, and years of effort and hope invested in Saint Tower Academy.

Now he could only watch it all be destroyed. Young Magic Apprentices fell one after another beneath the invaders' blades. In the distance, a beautiful young woman fled in panic, dragging her mage's robe behind