"Your Holiness the Pope, the evil heresies of the Kingdom of Blackmoon have marched past the Polosi River and are beginning to step foot into our Holy Light Empire…"

Listening to the subordinate's report, it was filled with bad news. The freshly-escaped Philandeny felt extremely annoyed. At first, it was almost a guaranteed victory. They were about to rule the entire world. Suddenly, a mysterious Wizard appeared, and used the force of lightning and thunder to suppress Bonnet, hence defeating the esteemed disciple of the Holy Light Empire.

If not for the precious item that could tear space apart, Philandeny might have remained in the Kingdom of Blackmoon forever.

Philandeny initially thought that the Kingdom of Blackmoon would do the same as before, which was recovering slowly over a few decades, and both sides would live in peace in the meantime. Then, one day in the future, the Holy Light Empire would journey to conquer the Kingdom of Blackmoon once again.

However, this time, it looked like the aim of the evil heresies was to destroy the Church of Light completely. This gave Philandeny a bad sense of foreboding.

"Nevermind. Summon all members of the Church into Light City. Here, the Almighty God of Light will protect us and help us defeat the evil heresies!"

That was all Philandeny could do right now. With their combined strength, hopefully, they would be able to safeguard Light City.

Philandeny had no other viable ideas, so he could only pray silently in his heart. Compared to the others, he was a pathetic Pope with little faith. Only when he faced utmost desperation, he remembered to pray.

"Creak."

The door was pushed open gently. Sunlight flooded the main foyer, causing a pang of annoyance in Philandeny's heart. Enraged, he was just about to rebuke the intruder when he opened his eyes and saw two men wearing plain white believer robes.

"Divine Believers?"

Philandeny knew that there was a total of three Divine Believers. Now that one of them, Bonnet, had died in the war against the heresies, there were only two of them left.

"Dear Sir Divine Believers, why are you here?"

Philandeny's only saving grace was these two Divine Believers. He hoped that they would be able to safeguard Light City. As for defeating the leader of the heresies, Wizard Merlin, he did not even consider it for a moment. Back then, Bonnet seemed completely powerless, and was immediately suppressed by Merlin. Most probably, even these two Divine Believers would not be able to defeat Merlin.

"Your Holiness the Pope, we have a new commandment!"

One of the Divine Believers said with a calm expression.

"What? There's a new commandment?"

A glimmer of joy appeared on Philandeny's face. Finally, God had revealed Himself once again. Perhaps the Almighty God of Light was aware of the situation faced by the Church of Light.

Perhaps, this was the turnaround for the Holy Church of Light!

…

"Rumble."

With an earth-shattering sound, the ancient church standing in Blackwater City collapsed right before the horrified gazes of the Normies.

Perhaps, this marked the beginning of a new era!

The collapse of the church was simply a form of symbolism. Waking up this morning, the Normies in Blackwater City discovered that the members of the clergy had all disappeared. Even the knights of the church vanished without a trace. Thus, the church became a deserted luxurious building.

At the same time, a new flag was raised in the Castellan's Mansion of Blackwater City. Some of the more well-informed businessmen recognized that it was the flag of the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

The heresies of Kingdom of Blackmoon had already invaded Blackwater City, and even the members of the clergy had escaped. It seemed like the Almighty God of Light have abandoned his devout believers and the rest of Blackwater City.

A woman in a burlap skirt was holding a snot-nosed child in a death grip, trying to prevent the child from making a sound. All the people's faces revealed a look of horror.

Before them, on the gravel road, a team of horsemen was slowly entering Blackwater City. They were the five hundred knights stationed in Blackwater City by the Kingdom of Blackmoon. In reality, after the escape of the Church of Light and the City Defense Troop to the bigger city, a mere five hundred knights were enough to conquer Blackwater City.

Furthermore, following behind them were numerous carriages which contained the infamous evil heresies – the devious Spell Casters who preyed upon fallen souls were sitting inside the carriages.

Some people were silently praying for God to save them but there was no God, only more and more knights poured out into Blackwater City.

Cleansing was a necessary course of action. Faced with the unwavering and devout believers, the Kingdom of Blackmoon did not spare them any mercy. Therefore, blocks after blocks of godly statues were destroyed. Some of the more stubborn devout believers were captured and thrown into prison while some were directly executed. The peaceful and prosperous days of Blackwater City had come to an end. Now, every day was filled with death. There was a faint stench of blood even in the air.

However, at this moment, the biggest uproar was happening in the Dougland clan. Specifically, the head of the Dougland clan, Old Gutt, was the most influential person in Blackwater City once upon the time. Even the castellan did not dare disrespect this chubby old man, Old Gutt.

This was because the Dougland clan had conducted business directly with the Church of Light. Hence, the Dougland clan was scattered throughout the Holy Light Empire. They were a large clan that was protected by the Holy Light Empire.

At first, the Dougland clan had moved to Light City but because Blackwater City was Old Gutt's hometown, he brought some family members, and returned to Blackwater City to live his remaining years in peace.

Unexpectedly, the evil heresies had invaded Blackwater City quickly and silently. Seeing as the Dougland clan had close ties to the Church of Light, they were, of course, a clear target to be eradicated by the Kingdom of Blackmoon.

When they found Old Gutt of the Dougland clan in Blackwater City, the Kingdom of Blackmoon was overjoyed. Thus, a hundred knights surrounded Old Gutt's castle and dragged him out.

The chubby Old Gutt did not appear at all panicky. He was dressed neatly, like a true gentleman. Despite being dragged by the knights, he said cheerfully, "The Dougland clan also has business dealings with the Kingdom of Blackmoon. I'm just a businessman. Whether it's the Church of Light or the Kingdom of Blackmoon, as long as there's business to be done, the Dougland clan will be there. Many years ago, I also have a Spell Caster friend but maybe he's dead now…"

Old Gutt did not seem to be aware of the situation he was in, and continued to ramble on.

"Hey, you're an interesting old man. It's true that the Dougland clan also has some business with the Kingdom of Blackmoon. If this was peacetime, you may not be in trouble. However, right now, you're in a terrible situation. No one will be able to save you now. You shouldn't have occupied that castle. His Majesty the King has personally ordered to reclaim Wilson Castle."

One of the knights who were restraining Old Gutt showed a trace of compassion but he shook his head gently. He knew that it would be difficult for this old man to evade his misfortune.

"Wilson Castle? This castle belonged to an old friend of mine. Ever since he left, I bought it and hired servants to look after it. You mean your king actually know about this castle?"

Old Gutt's face was brimming with doubt. Looking at Wilson Castle reminded him of his childhood playmate but unfortunately, after so many years, its owner had never returned.

"Trot trot trot trot."

In front of Wilson Castle, a fully-armored captain of the knights wearing a purple helmet was looking into the sky with a solemn expression. Beside him were some men dressed in black robes. The knights all seemed fearful of these black-robed men, and dared not come forward.

"Who are you dragging? Why did you drag him here?"

The captain of the knights hollered in rage as soon as he saw a team of knights dragging an old man behind them.

"Sir Commander, this old man is the one who forcibly occupied Wilson Castle. He's also the current head of the Dougland clan, who has close ties to the Church of Light!"

"Oh? The Dougland clan? Occupied Wilson Castle too? I'm afraid no one will be able to save you. Take him in, we're welcoming a great Sir Wizard."

Just as he finished speaking, a black spot appeared in the distant sky. Then, a loud roar reverberated across the sky. At this moment, everyone could distinctly see that it was a remarkably enormous and vicious-looking three-headed monster.

"Boom."

The three-headed monster landed on the ground and gently tucked in its outstretched wings. Its vicious-looking three-heads lowered swiftly to reveal a black-robed Wizard atop its back.

"Great Wizard Merlin, welcome!"

All the knights and black-robed Wizards presented him a look of reverence as they bowed their heads and greeted in unison.

"Finally, I'm home…"

The black-robed man's voice was very even but even then, he could not conceal the slight tremor in his voice. This spoke volumes of the elation in his heart.

On the other hand, chubby Old Gutt's eyes bulged wide open when he saw the black-robed Wizard atop the three-headed monster. His entire body shuddered, and his wrinkled face was filled with disbelief.

"You… You're Merlin?"

His hoarse voice was unmistakably distinct amid the hushed, gentle breeze.