Three days later, when a huge three-headed demon dragon appeared in the sky of the royal capital, the entire royal capital was filled with an aura of panic, even ordinary people knew that the kingdom had lost the battle, and maybe when, the Divine Light Empire would attack the royal capital.

However, this time it was obviously not the Divine Light Empire, in addition to the huge three-headed demon dragon, in the back, there were more than forty powerful spellcasters, all of whom stepped into the air, and the black pressure was overwhelming. In particular, that kind of powerful elemental fluctuation is even more terrifying.

"It's the Archmage!"

"Oh my God, why are there so many archmages?"

The people who can be in the royal capital, there are naturally many spellcasters among them, especially after learning that the royal family is defeated, there are even many spellcasters, who have gathered in the royal capital one after another, so it can be seen at a glance that the more than forty spellcasters in the sky at this time are all archmages who are usually difficult to see.

With such a force, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an instant destruction of the king of miè.

"Flutter".

The three-headed demon dragon spread its wings, quickly swooped down, and landed accurately outside the palace of the royal capital, the three heads lowered slightly, and from the top of their heads, a figure slowly flew down.

"Mage Merlin!"

Outside the royal capital, there was already a full group of people standing, led by the king of the Black Moon Kingdom, Bhutto XVII, the original Eighth Prince.

Merlin, who walked down from the three-headed demon dragon, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth when he saw the eighth prince, and said calmly: "Eighth prince?

Merlin saw the familiar Eighth Prince, and seemed to remember the days when he was with Mentor Leo, and a familiar picture was recalled in his mind.

It's just that. After leaving the royal capital. Merlin never came to the royal capital again. In the past few decades, the eighth prince has become the king of the Black Moon Kingdom.

"Mage Merlin, I didn't expect that you have even defeated Claes now, the strongest in the spellcaster world, the first mage!"

The eighth prince also sighed a little embarrassed, when Merlin and Mentor Leo helped him compete for the throne, for Merlin. He was also very optimistic, but even if he was optimistic, he could only imagine that Merlin might be able to become a level 7 spellcaster.

But he never imagined that Merlin could now get such a high height, defeat the so-called invincible Claes, and even unify the entire spellcaster world, which is the biggest change in the situation in the spellcaster world since the collapse of the Morta Empire more than 3,000 years ago. No one has ever been able to unify the entire caster world.

But Merlin did it!

"Mage Merlin. And all the archmages, go in and discuss!"

The eighth prince looked at the more than forty archmages behind Merlin, and his heart was also extremely shocked, although three days ago, he got the news that the first elder of the spellcaster alliance would lead many archmages to the royal capital to discuss how to deal with the Holy Light Empire, but when he really faced more than forty archmages, the eighth prince still felt an unparalleled shock and shock.

Soon, everyone rushed in and entered the main hall.

The eighth prince did not sit on the high throne, but sat on the main hall like Merlin, his face was full of melancholy, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Merlin, all the archmages, it is the luck of all spellcasters that the spellcaster world can unite! However, the Divine Light Empire is too powerful......"

"Your Majesty, I heard that even the Purple Gold Crown was broken by the Church of Light, we want to know more about it, who can break the Purple Gold Crown?"

One of the archmages asked directly, they came to the royal capital to better understand the Holy Light Empire and the strength of the Bright Church.

"Purple Gold Crown?"

When the eighth prince mentioned the purple gold crown, his face was a little gloomy.

After a long time, the eighth prince raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if you have heard of the legend of the Holy Believers of the Church of Light?"

"Holy believers?"

Many archmages shook their heads, after the collapse of the Morta Empire more than three thousand years ago, there was a gap in the entire world of spellcasters, not to mention the legends of the Church of Light, even the legends of many spellcasters, they didn't know.

Only Merlin, frowning tightly, seemed to be remembering something. The word Divine Believer gave Merlin a sense of familiarity, and he was sure that he must have heard of it when he was in the Void.

After careful recollection, finally, Merlin seemed to remember, but when he looked up, his face became extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, are you talking about the most devout believers in the Church of Light, who are said to have the most devout belief in God, and they were chosen by God to have a part of the power of God?"

The eighth prince showed a hint of surprise on his face and said: "I didn't expect Master Merlin to have such a wide range of knowledge, yes, the holy believer is in the Church of Light, and the legend has the power of the gods! Originally, I was dismissive of these legends, but in the battle of the Plas River, it was a holy believer who broke the purple gold crown, this legend, I can't help but believe it!"

When the words of the eighth prince fell, many spellcasters were puzzled, they had also dealt with the Church of Light, they had never believed in the so-called gods, and even felt that it was simply made up by the Church of Light to control ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, now there are holy believers, with the power of God, how is it possible?

Many archmages still couldn't believe it, but Merlin believed that the gods really existed, but the gods were the defeated subordinates of the original spellcaster, and countless gods were banished from the land of glory by the spellcaster.

The gods are not terrible, but the terrible thing is that the god of light is not an ordinary god, but a god who created a god system, and is a terrifying existence comparable to the supreme mysteria.

"With the emergence of the Holy Believer, could it be said that the Light Divine Lord has been able to break through the seals of some of the three supreme mysteries and project his power into the Land of Glory?"

The more Merlin thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible, in this way, I am afraid that it would be troublesome, and it would be even more difficult to deal with the Church of Light than Merlin imagined.

However, just a holy believer, Merlin doesn't care about it yet, he is more concerned about how many seals can be broken through by the God of Light, and how much power can be projected?

That's what Merlin cares about the most!

"At the speed of the Divine Light Empire, how many days will it take to reach the royal capital?"

Merlin asked suddenly.

The eighth prince pondered for a while and said, "There are seven days at most, and the Divine Light Empire will be able to reach the royal capital!"

"Seven days, that's enough!, I don't know if you have the confidence to join forces with our spellcaster alliance to block the Divine Light Empire in the royal capital!"

"Of course, I believe that with the power of the Merlin Mage and the Spellcaster Alliance this time, we will definitely be able to repel the Divine Light Empire!"

The eighth prince smiled slightly, and glanced at the more than forty archmages behind Merlin, it was the power that even he felt shocked, and the impact brought to him by the holy believers seemed to have disappeared with the arrival of these forty or so archmages.

Last time, it was a decisive battle between the royal family and the Divine Light Empire, and the royal family lost, and this time, it is a decisive battle between the entire spellcaster world and the Divine Light Empire!

Some ordinary people in the royal capital began to move away from the royal capital, and far away from the royal capital, only some spellcasters were constantly converging towards the royal capital.

And the entire royal capital has been run by the royal family for countless years, and many rune arrays have been arranged, but some archmages in the spellcaster alliance have used the seven days to strengthen the rune array, making it more complex and powerful.

In short, all the spellcasters are preparing for the upcoming decisive battle, even Merlin is no exception.

At this time, Merlin was meditating in a castle arranged by the eighth prince, and in front of him, there was a ring, and Merlin's spiritual power quickly extended into the ring.

Inside the ring, almost all the space is occupied by a huge battleship, which is the Empire-class battleship of the Atlantan civilization that Merlin brought out from the original monarch's space.

This empire-level battleship, if it was still broken into two, Merlin flew into the battleship, and seeing that the energy bar was still only four percent, he sighed, and then directly poured out countless elemental crystals from the space ring.

"Whoa-la-la-la-la

Countless elemental crystals were poured into the high-energy power furnace by Merlin, and Merlin could see that the energy bar was rising wildly, from four percent, all the way to ten, fourteen, and twenty percent......

Eventually, the energy bar gradually slowed down, and finally froze at twenty-five percent, Merlin integrated the entire caster world, and only then did he obtain more than 21 million elemental crystals, and almost all of them were put into the high-energy power furnace.

"Twenty-five percent of the energy is still far from enough!"

Merlin originally wanted to rely on the elemental spars in the Land of Glory to accumulate a large amount of energy, but he didn't expect that the Land of Glory had become so barren that there were not many elemental spars at all, and every elemental spar was very precious.

The caster's overall strength is gradually weakening, and it may be directly related to the fact that there are fewer and fewer elemental crystals.

Merlin pondered for a while, it takes ten percent of the energy to create a high-level machine, but a super-level person can be comparable to a top-level archmage, and in the land of glory, such strength is already very terrifying.

It's just that there are nine special machines and thirteen ordinary machines, and this kind of strength is already very strong, and now there is no need to waste energy to make machine people.

After all, if the holy believers of the Church of Light really exist, then no matter how many special machine qì people there are, they will not be able to play a role, according to Merlin's estimate, the holy believers of the Church of Light, even if they can only carry a little bit of the power of the Divine Lord of Light, they will definitely be comparable to the great legend!

"Matrix, can you simply repair the battleship and restore the broken part?"

"It takes a long time to fix and it is impossible to make an accurate estimate. ”

Merlin pondered for a while, then made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Make every effort to repair the broken part of the battleship, reduce the energy to five percent, and stop repairing it immediately!"

Merlin gave orders to the Matrix, and whether it could be repaired or not, he must also leave a little energy reserve for the ship. (To be continued......)