Merlin stretched out his hand and pointed at the deformed deacon of the Ancient God Cult. That finger was like the judgment of God, full of unquestionable majesty.
Under Merlin's guidance, the surrounding moonlight instantly gathered and transformed into beams of light, like a god's sword, pointing directly at the deformed deacon of the Ancient God Cult.
The beam of light penetrated his body, and the powerful energy instantly shattered and melted his flesh. As the deacon of the Ancient God Cult cried out to the "Lord" in a shrill voice, his body gradually dissipated under the moonlight, and finally turned into wisps of black smoke that were blown away into the air by the night wind.
Merlin watched this scene coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes. With the disappearance of the deacon of the Ancient God Cult, the moonlight gradually returned to calm, and it fell on Merlin again, like the comfort of the gods.
Arthur looked at the forest that was gradually returning to its peaceful state, and felt the scorching heat emanating from the sword in his hand. He looked around and asked uncertainly, "Is it all over?"
Tinavia transformed into Stacy and stood beside Stacy. She looked at Merlin standing in the moonlight with a serious and shocked expression and asked, "Did you see that just now?"
Stacy nodded. She saw that Merlin's expression was exactly the same as Tinavia's, both were filled with shock. "Ah, that's the Moon God Technique..."
The bright moon in the sky was gradually covered by the dark clouds. Merlin looked at the direction where the deacon of the Ancient God Cult disappeared. The moonlight on his body gradually dissipated, and his sapphire-like eyes no longer radiated a mysterious glow.
"Is it over?" Merlin muttered to himself, as if asking someone else. Then he suddenly felt severe pain all over his body, his head was buzzing, and he suddenly lost consciousness and fell straight down.
Stacy and Arthur rushed to Merlin's side. Before Merlin fell unconscious, he could still hear Stacy and Arthur calling out to him...
Merlin was awakened by a loud noise. He gradually regained consciousness, but his head was filled with a sharp pain. He sat up and rubbed his temples, trying to dispel the dazed feeling. The surroundings surprised him—he was actually in his own luxury dormitory, with the sun shining through the curtains, casting a warm glow.
Before he could think too much, there was a noisy sound outside the window, like some kind of commotion. His curiosity drove him to stand up and open the window. The sight that came into view stunned him for a moment.
A large number of students holding signs gathered downstairs, as if they were holding a demonstration. There were various slogans written on those signs: "Unfair!", "Unjust!", "The academy is a running dog of the nobles!", "The lives of ordinary students are lives too, we want an explanation!" Merlin was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.
Just as he was trying to digest the scene in front of him, the door was suddenly pushed open and Stacy, Chris and Fate walked in. Seeing Merlin standing on the windowsill, the three of them were stunned for a moment, then quickly surrounded him and asked with concern, "Merlin, when did you wake up? How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"
Merlin shook his head. Although he felt that there was nothing serious, his legs were a little weak, his body seemed a little weak, and his face was pale, as if he was anemic. He couldn't help but ask, "How many days have I been unconscious?"
Chris's expression was a little complicated. "It's been three days."
"Three days?" Merlin was shocked. He didn't expect that he had been unconscious for so long. So he asked anxiously: "What happened after you fell into the coma? How was the final exam?"
Stacy immediately took over the conversation. "Merlin, after you fell unconscious, Arthur and I planned to take you back to the Goblin Tribe, but before we could leave, members of the Student Council and teachers from the academy arrived and took us back to the academy safely."
"The final exams also ended early," Chris added. "During the final exams for the first-year students at the Arcane Academy, a cult invasion occurred, which made the students panic. Fortunately, because of you and Arthur, the number of casualties among students was kept to a minimum."
Merlin frowned as he listened. "Did I do something?"
"At first everyone thought you were captured by the goblins," Fate continued. "So with Carl's action, Delia and Alex gathered the students together to rescue you. Later it was discovered to be a misunderstanding, but you transformed the goblin tribe so that the first-year candidates basically gathered around the tribe. This made it easier for the student union and teachers to rescue you. They didn't have to run around. And those students who bought adventure insurance were protected by the goblins, so they were rescued without being in any major danger."
"As for the rest of the candidates," Stacy continued, "most of them followed Arthur and escaped under his cover. Only a few unlucky guys were killed by the evil god's followers..." She stopped talking before she finished, and there was no need to say the rest.
After listening to this, Merlin touched his chin, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. His contemplation made the atmosphere around him solemn. Stacy, Chris and Fate all looked at him silently, waiting for his reaction.
"Well, have there been any cases of students who have purchased adventure insurance dying?"
Merlin asked Stacy, who was stunned for a moment before shaking her head, "No."
Merlin instantly breathed a sigh of relief. The best news was that he didn't have to pay any money. He suddenly thought of something, "What about those goblins? Did the teacher kill Goblin T?"
"How is that possible? The teacher knew that it was the goblins from the Goblin Tribe who saved the students. He was grateful to them. How could he kill them? Don't worry, they are all fine in the Monster Mountain Range. Many goblins died because of this evil cult incident."
Merlin nodded after hearing what Fate said. He was glad that the group of goblins were fine. After all, Merlin already regarded the Goblin Tribe and all the goblins in it as his own property. In the future, he would rely on them to enter the Warcraft Mountain Industry.
As for the goblins who died, Merlin was very grateful for their efforts to protect their property at all costs. He would reward the goblins greatly and buy them a few more bags of aged moldy rice. As for the population loss of the tribe, it was normal for goblins to have seven or eight babies in a litter, and they could grow into a working force in a year. As long as Goblint, the bishop of Galanzi, was not dead, everything would be fine. Even for Goblint, he had seen a lot of his companions die, so he would not be very painful and might even think it was a good thing. After all, winter was coming soon, and the death of a group of them could save a lot of food.
For Goblint, 99% of goblins are consumables. As long as his status as king can be guaranteed, it will be enough. If that doesn't work, there is Dunlop. He can just resurrect them with undead magic and continue to work for him to make money. The undead don't need to eat food and can grow cotton. I just don't know if the goblin who repairs the holy light chain will like it.
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