While light magic lacks effective offensive methods below the mage level, its destructive power increases significantly compared to other elements once the magic level reaches the Sun level.
Maggie was neither able to stop it nor intended to. A dragon that had lost its mind deserved a Holy Light Judgment.
She simply walked to the other end of the stairs, slowly climbing to the very top of the dueling arena, quietly watching the scene before her. The hurricane whipped her skirt into a fluttering sound, and her black hair danced in the air.
Even tiny humans can confront, or even suppress, beings like dragons, all because they are powerful enough.
The power she craved was right before her eyes; by becoming stronger, she could gain respect.
Maggie's resolve grew stronger.
Accompanied by a dazzling white light, an almost mythical holy sword descended from the sky, landing on the rampaging dragon. Warm dragon blood splattered out, and finally, a glimmer of clarity flashed in the beast's eyes, which were filled with malice and savagery.
The archbishop shouted loudly only after the dragon quieted down.
"The dragon race made an agreement with humans that they would not interfere in or meddle in the human world in the future. Now that you have broken the agreement and damaged Santa Fe City, the temple has the right to deal with you!"
Dragons are a race that values the collective. If a dragon is killed outside, they will truly mobilize their entire race to seek justice for their people.
Of course, dragons that surrender to humans are not included, as dragon knights' dragons are not protected by the dragon race.
Since ancient times, dragons have always valued backbone.
The temple wouldn't actually kill the dragon openly and honestly right away, which is why Ford made such a warning-like statement.
If Fickling is truly incorrigible and insists on committing acts of violence and murder, then the priest will appear and actually kill him.
"Ha, weak humans."
Ficklin spoke in a human voice, his eyes filled with contempt. Even if he regained his senses, his loathing for humans would not disappear.
To him, humans are nothing but tiny insects, easily crushed in large numbers, and he only respects the strong.
If he weren't so badly injured, he would have wiped out all the guys here long ago, and there wouldn't be any chance to hear them shouting here.
"Your Excellency, would you be so kind as to grant me this dragon?"
The dragon knight from the dragon-riding family had actually been waiting in the corner for a long time, and only spoke up to interrupt the archbishop's conversation with the wind dragon now that the dragon had returned to normal.
"Young Master Merlin".
The archbishop turned to look, and upon touching the mark on the man's body, there was a clear moment of hesitation on his face, but he quickly put on a kind and gentle smile again.
The most intimidating aspect of the Dragon Rider family is that they control more than a dozen dragons. This man is none other than Shelly Merlin, the eldest son of the Merlin family.
“I have already met with the priest, and he has given his consent.”
Merlin looked a little embarrassed.
"Since the priest has agreed, then please proceed, Mr. Merlin."
Ford, being a shrewd and astute individual, immediately nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Maggie remained standing at the very corner of the arena, quietly watching the transaction between the two sides, and Ficklin, whose pain and irritability fueled his growing murderous intent.
"Humans, you are ridiculously arrogant! You actually dare to treat me like an object to be traded!"
With a furious roar from Ficklin, dragon breath erupted from his mouth.
But the Merlin family must have some skills to tame dragons. He took two steps forward and, using some kind of magic, the dragon's breath vanished without a trace in an instant.
The surging momentum also completely dissipated.
"I can see that you are badly injured and poisoned. If you become my dragon, I can save you!"
Sheryl spoke in a gentle tone, with a reassuring intent.
“I know that you, as a wind dragon, are not in a good position among the dragons, but I can change all of that.”
"By forming a contract with me, the Merlin family has a special secret technique that can rapidly increase a dragon's strength. I will help you reach your complete form as soon as possible and become the most powerful dragon."
Shirley's ability to make grand promises left Maggie in awe; if the occasion weren't inappropriate, she would definitely have applauded him enthusiastically.
He was right. The Merlin family does have a secret method, but its effectiveness is hard to assess and it's not effective for every dragon.
Maggie inwardly scoffed and continued to watch.
Sure enough, Ficklin was so angry at his shameless words that he laughed.
"Greedy, hypocritical, and full of lies, humans use sweet words to make my people submit to you. It disgusts me."
Ficklin roared at Shelly with disdain, and even Maggie, who was standing quite a distance away, seemed to feel the strong wind coming from his mouth.
"Think it over. If you insist on refusing my contract request, the temple will kill you today."
Shirley made no attempt to hide his threat, so open that even Maggie admired him.
Actually, the conditions he offered were really good. As long as you surrendered, he would treat your injuries, detoxify you, take you to Merlin's house to be fed and cared for, and increase your strength to become a complete being.
If it were a different dragon, it might really have fallen.
Unfortunately, this guy is Ficklin, the most stubborn of all. He won't listen to reason, and if you insist on using force, he'll fight to the death.
Maggie muttered to herself, but remained silent, calmly watching.
"Heh, if you've got the guts, then kill me."
Ficklin stiffened his head, let out a cold laugh, and showed no intention of bowing his head.
Sheryl also realized that Ficklin was not a suitable mount. After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to give up and turn to walk towards the archbishop.
The dragon had a strong self-healing ability, and in a short time, his wounds had been mostly healed.
As Ficklin's brief regained sanity subsided with the pain, it gradually thinned, and the crimson color in his beastly eyes returned, threatening to transform him back into a tyrannical dragon.
The next second, he locked eyes with Maggie, who was not far away.
With her back to the crowd, she simply mouthed the words, and her emerald green beast eyes suddenly shrank to needle-like size.
'I can save you, I don't want anything in return.'
It would be a lie to say she didn't want any reward. Dragons are full of valuable items, perfect for enchanting. Maggie had already planned to use the dwarf village to forge a staff that would perfectly suit her.
But given his big, simple-minded personality, deception is the most suitable method. As long as you treat him a little better in the future, getting some dragon blood won't be a problem at all.
Anyway, the dragon is so big, a little blood isn't even a scratch.
With her mind clouded and facing imminent death, she gave Ficklin almost no time to think.
Maggie was scheming away, but her calm and collected demeanor, like that of a savior, seemed to Ficklin like a goddess descending to earth.
Seeing that his sanity was about to vanish, Ficklin, not wanting to die, nodded in Maggie's direction.
Before the archbishop and Shelly could even finish speaking, they saw the enormous dragon transform into human form and land beside Maggie, who had somehow appeared at the edge of the dueling arena.
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