A thin layer of white aura enveloped the dragon's body, and its blurry black shadow began to swirl rapidly throughout the arena.

The adventurers stared wide-eyed at the sight of it still being able to move normally.

That monster, under such terrifying magical attack, was completely unaffected.

How is that possible?!

Of course, only Victor knew that his magic had indeed worked.

However, what they faced was calamity.

The effect will not be very significant.

As a calamity, even the most fragile of all the calamities, the Wind Calamity, has a health bar that stretches for thousands of miles.

In addition, the level difference between Victor and Doragon was too great, and the powerful wind aura surrounding Victor protected it from a lot of damage.

At the very least, the goal is to render Dorragon unable to act.

That's too early to say.

The first spell of war magic was merely an appetizer.

Viktor gripped his staff tightly, looking at the freely soaring Doragon before him without a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"The attributes are still far too lacking."

After all, it is a level 60 world boss unit. Even though Viktor has challenged it countless times, the difference in attribute values ​​is indeed difficult to overcome.

"So……"

Viktor slowly raised his staff, and beams of light began to shine around him.

[Magic Boost Max]

[The Blessing of the Magic Chanter]

[All Attributes Enhanced (Advanced)]

Deadly Rhythm

Absolute focus

Unwavering Resilience

【aloof】

[Magic Penetration]

Space Acceleration

【Wind Sprite's Blessing (Resistance Boost)】

One after another, blue lotus flowers suddenly bloomed, and at that moment, he seemed like a god standing in the middle of the lake.

Strands of magic climbed up his shoulders along his trench coat, and Victor could clearly feel a powerful force surging into his body.

Several beams of light flashed in his eyes, and powerful buffs appeared below his status bar.

The adventurers watching the battle couldn't help but look at Victor in shock.

They were all dumbfounded as they watched Victor continuously cast magical buffs on himself.

Keep in mind, this was during a battle!

He was even able to free up his hands to use buff spells.

Is this... even human?

Sure enough, enhancing oneself in front of a monster is itself a provocative act.

As Dorragon watched Victor's buffs blaze, a surge of anger rose within him, and his scales began to crackle and pop.

He swirled his massive body, and countless transparent wind-breath blades began to slicing through the entire space.

The giant tail tore through space and attacked Victor.

Even while buffing himself, Viktor remained calm, observing the trajectory of the rapidly approaching blades and skillfully dodging the attacks.

He easily neutralized the immense pressure emanating from the giant tail, his agile figure perfectly dodging the dense onslaught.

He was familiar with all the impending offensives.

Like a soul dancer leaping through the air.

Kordragon did not stop attacking despite Victor's constant dodging; instead, he became even more ferocious.

Arrows of wind pierced through the void, aiming for Viktor's vitals from his back.

Instantly, the adventurers who had taken in everything felt their hearts leap into their throats.

But Viktor seemed to have anticipated this situation, and the corners of his cold lips curled up slightly.

"Excuse me."

"It's too late."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Victor, who had been standing on the back of the giant bird, was suddenly smashed to pieces.

Broken wood chips floated in the air.

Everyone saw clearly that Victor in the sky had somehow become a stand-in.

So, where is the real Viktor?

Suddenly, Viktor found himself standing high in the sky, one hand gripping his staff, the other holding the crown with its pulsating purple heart.

He slowly raised the crown, which shimmered with golden light, and placed it on the staff.

The sound of chanting rose gently.

"The beast of the void disdains all sickness and suffering."

As he spoke, wisps of purple smoke rose faintly from Viktor's body.

His eyes were calm as he slowly moved through the air.

"I will not presume to bestow blessings upon the myriad beings."

Every chant felt incredibly profound, as if it originated from a silent void.

Dorragon continued his relentless attacks, but the countless wind-breathing blades and swirling gusts of wind were like toys to him.

The moment they get close to Viktor, they will easily crumble under his all-encompassing defense.

Dorragun's figure also began to move rapidly through the space, but Victor, who had fully applied various buffs, seemed to be even faster than Dorragun.

But Victor knew that this was only because he had seen through all of Dorragon's attack trajectories.

[Second-Tier Spell: Black Smoke Flash]

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon's swirling body instantly passed right through Victor.

All that remained was a swirling black mist.

"It devours the form of heaven and earth, and breaks through the flower stamen."

The instant Viktor's chanting completely faded away.

Five seconds have elapsed.

At that moment, a sound like a heartbeat rang out.

Everyone present was shocked; they covered their ears, as if in absolute resistance to the deafening noise.

"A sharp howl from the void."

Imperial Weapon – [A Beast That Abhors Pain]

Whoosh!

A deep purple rift suddenly appeared, and countless sharp claws materialized out of thin air, tearing out a rolling, ethereal doorway accompanied by purple light.

A distant palace seemed to begin to crumble behind its doors, and countless eyes stared at the sky outside, squeezing out sharp mockery.

All the bodies emerged from behind the door, and the dilapidated palace, accompanied by a low heartbeat, began to crumble again.

Strangely patterned stone slabs came into view, and towering stone pillars began to spread out of the skin.

Pieces of flesh began to reassemble from behind those floating giant hands, completely forming a gigantic monster.

A torrent of rolling purple energy erupted forth, and the surrounding runes began to swirl around it.

A thick black mass seemed to completely block the enormous doorway, revealing a giant eye to everyone.

But within those eyeballs were countless pupils, and within those pupils seemed to echo tiny, greedy tentacles, stirring restlessly in the boundless darkness.

Standing before that towering void monster, Victor seemed like an evil god descended to earth.

He looked at Doragon's now restless body and gave a calm smile:

"This is a gift I prepared for you."

“Gaze upon this abyss.”