Chapter 221: The Terror Descending on the Battlefield
[The Saxons fell into chaos]
[The demonic aura spreading from the Tintagel front caused their instincts to generate fear, but some felt it was a disgrace to retreat without even starting the battle]
[Having already suffered multiple defeats at your hands]
[They had gathered eight thousand troops for this purpose]
[They believed that as long as they defeated you, the last king of light, they could claim the land of Britain]
[Panic spread through the Saxon army]
[Some commanders and generals with strong will wanted to take action, but their movements were always too late]
"What's wrong? Are they not to your liking?"
Merlin asked in a flat tone.
Looking at the restless Saxons, her light red eyes seemed to reflect their impending tragic end.
To this, the Dream Demon felt not a single ripple in her heart.