The Vampire Lords knew that this battle wasn't going in their favor, seeing how an old mage was able to stop their advance…
However, even if their bodies were now scorched and battered, their eyes still burned with malice.
They tried looking for someone to drain, but all around them were only Androids… just lifeless machines with no blood to offer. Their frustration boiled over into rage.
"You… you shouldn't exist," one snarled. "No mage should wield such power…"
Merlin laughed after hearing this. It just showed how inexperienced these two were.
Soon, his staff was glowing brighter than ever. His robe's effect was also triggered as if it were coordinating with the World Tree's mana…
Soon, his aura expanded until even the defenders on the walls felt its weight.
"You are all inexperienced," he said with a calm voice…
"I don't need holy light. I have fire, storm, and ice. And I have the will to end you."
He raised his staff, channeling every ounce of mana left in his reserves.
