A Wizard’s Secret

In the Void Zone, there was a special dimension which seemed to perpetually shine with light. Countless pious believers were silently praising the God of Light deep in their hearts.

In the Light Dimension, the Great Lord God of Light who had founded a god organization was nevertheless frowning, his face rather gloomy.

“My fragment of will was defeated. I’ve never expected that a Spell Caster in the Glorious Land would use a warship of the Atlan civilization to defeat my will avatar.”

There was an indescribable complex feeling in the Lord God of Light’s heart. Nonetheless, a failure was a failure. This time, his plans in the Glorious Land might very well be wiped out. If he tore apart the seal, it would surely alert the three Great Arcane Wizards of the Spell Casters. The Lord God of Light was not confident that He could face the three Arcane Wizards alone.

If he wished to communicate with the believers in the Glorious Land, he still needed more time. However, would Merlin give him more time? The answer was of course, not.

“Merlin, once you step into the Void Zone, that’s when you die!”

A cold glint flashed across the Lord God of Light’s eyes. He had been planning things in the Void Zone for so long, and not even the three Arcane Wizards were able to disrupt his schemes. Yet, it was unexpectedly ruined thanks to a mere Great Wizard.

This ignited a blazing rage in the Lord God of Light but he had no other course of action besides waiting…

…

In the black night, a cold wind rushed by. When Merlin started to feel cold, he kept the warship.

The power of the warship was left with only fifty percent, as expected. He thought about what had just happened, which was risky indeed. This empire-level warship of the Atlan civilization could only match an Honored Legend. It would have no way of killing the Lord God of Light’s will avatar in one blast.

However, the Lord God of Light had been too careless, thinking that with his will fragment, there was no power that was of a threat to him. As a result, he was caught off guard and killed by a blast from the main cannon of the warship.

As he pictured the previous scenario, Merlin still felt a lingering sense of trepidation.

“Looks like it’s time to seize this chance to thoroughly wipe out the Church of Light!”

Merlin had already decided. He knew that if they allowed the Church of Light to continue growing, there was a chance that the Lord God of Light would employ his many believers and sneak in through devious means. If that day came, Merlin would not be as lucky as he was today.

Therefore, he must destroy the Church of Light as soon as possible.

“Hoo…”

A breeze passed by. This battle here did not damage the surroundings much, only shattering the space somewhat. Nonetheless, the Glorious Land was a complete, powerful dimension, and would soon recover.

With that, Merlin’s figure swiftly vanished in the shadows of the night.

The next day, Lady Carice of the Mandy clan was discovered to have passed away peacefully in her bed. The Mandy clan held a funeral, and chubby Old Gutt hobbled to the funeral as well.

Beside him was Merlin dressed in a black robe.

“Merlin, Lady Carice had passed away. You…”

“I’ve seen her. She left in peace.”

Merlin wore a placid look, and spoke evenly.

The sky cast a fine drizzle, causing a chill as it dampened their bodies. The Mandy clan was very influential in Blackwater City, so there were many who had shown up at the funeral.

Even so, Merlin did not see any acquaintances. In Blackwater City, other than Gutt, everyone whom Merlin knew had died. Merlin suddenly felt as if even his inner anticipation toward returning to Blackwater City seemed like a foreign dream all of a sudden.

Throngs of people passed to and fro but none which Merlin recognized. He stood among the crowd unnoticed, with no one paying attention to him.

Merlin knew that it was time for him to leave.

“Gutt, I’m going off!”

Gutt was slightly taken aback. “You’re not waiting for Sir Baron and Macy to return?”

It had been a few days but Old Wilson and the rest had not arrived at Blackwater City. The long journey would still take about half a month before they would reach.

Merlin suddenly recalled Carice’s serene manner last night. Perhaps Old Wilson and Charise would wear such expressions as well one day. Regardless, there was nothing left in the Wilson clan which concerned him anymore.

“When they’ve arrived at Blackwater City, they’ll live in Wilson Castle. Gutt, I’ll start off immediately. The Church of Light must be destroyed. Every day it exists causes further unrest in the world.”

Gutt fell into contemplative silence, and glanced at Carice’s gravestone. After a long moment, he sighed. “Merlin, our paths are ultimately different… Go ahead. When Sir Baron returns to Blackwater City, I’ll help them settle down. Don’t worry.”

Merlin nodded, and sent Gutt back to the castle.

At the castle, little Andie seemed very fond of the three-headed dragon, playing with it happily. However, the three-headed dragon’s “aggrieved” expression was rather comical.

“Alright, little Andie, I’m bringing the three-headed dragon away!”

Merlin picked up Andie in his arms. Little Andie did not cry but instead asked with a “solemn” face, “Grandpa Merlin, will you still return?”

“Return? Maybe so. If there’s a chance, I’ll surely come back to see you, little Andie!”

Merlin smiled as he spoke.

“Grandpa Merlin, you must come back to see me, and bring this large fellow along with you as well.”

It looked like little Andie was very fond of this fierce, reputed three-headed dragon but based on the three-headed dragon’s manner, the feeling was not mutual at all. Conversely, after Merlin had taken little Andie off its back, it appeared incomparably overjoyed.

Merlin hopped onto the three-headed dragon, and lightly patted its head, saying softly, “Let’s go, it’s time to leave this place.”

“Roar…”

The three-headed dragon appeared delighted, and roared mightily to the sky. It extended its humongous wings and flapped them powerfully, swiftly rising into the sky and heading toward Light City.

…

In Light City, autumn was beginning to carry a chill. The uninterrupted autumn shower cooled everyone from head to toe. Nonetheless, compared to this chill of their bodies, the torment of their spiritual selves was more severe.

This time, it was not the Spell Casters who were suffering but the Holy Light Empire!

Light City had already been hopelessly surrounded. The Emperor of the Holy Light Empire, Philandeny, had made preparations, summoning every Archbishop and any forces belonging to the Church of Light from all over the land, back to Light City to defend this city under their God’s protection.

Philandeny’s move was effective indeed. The more than forty Great Wizards of the Kingdom of Blackmoon had taken turns to attack for nearly half a month but were still unable to overcome the defensive layer of Light City.

Light City, which had been operated by the Church of Light for so many years, was difficult to break into indeed. Nonetheless, many of the people in Light City were in despair as the city was constantly surrounded.

At this time, all they could do was pray toward the great God of Light, hoping that He could send them a miracle to completely defeat the wicked heretics outside the city.

In particular, the towering God of Light statue in Light City was visited by innumerable believers each day, who kneeled before the statue in devout prayer. However, the God they worshipped did not respond.

It was not just the ordinary believers who prayed. Even Pope Philandeny prayed. As the Pope, naturally, he had special means to better communicate with the great God of Light.

It was just that every day, he was using these methods yet, he still did not get any reply from the God of Light. When he connected this to how the two Divine Believers had not returned after so many days, Philandeny’s heart was filled with an uneasy premonition.

“God won’t abandon us…”

Philandeny’s words were somewhat halting. Now, he was no longer certain whether that powerful Wizard who defeated Bonnet was so strong that even God was unwilling to aid the Church of Light.

“Great God of Light, we’re your most loyal believers!”

Nevertheless, no matter how much Philandeny cried out, he could obtain no response from the God of Light.

“Your Holiness the Pope, this isn’t good. Take a look outside quickly. A gigantic monster is flying above Light City.”

Philandeny’s face changed instantly. He promptly recalled that the fearsome figure from before was also riding a vicious three-headed monster…