During the battle against the calamity, Victor stood still, motionless.

He watched the intense battle not far away in silence, seemingly unmoved.

In fact, the two calamities he summoned were not the original Guledon and Druga.

That was merely one manifestation of the calamity magic within him.

They were there to draw hatred to Viktor.

He stayed in the corner, quietly watching the three giant beasts fight against Dorragon.

Although the Void Creature was severely damaged, it will not disappear as long as Viktor remains unharmed.

Therefore, Dorragon's target from the very beginning was the wrong one.

Viktor's goal, from beginning to end, has always been singular.

That is—

A swift and decisive victory is needed.

This is the most effective way to deal with the second phase of Doragon.

Once inside the Storm Choice, Doragon will continuously recycle the storms within the space and use them all to increase his speed.

This fierce battle has lasted for almost a day.

During this time, Doragon has absorbed a very large amount of wind element.

Even the formidable defenses erected by those terrifying tentacles could not withstand its powerful impact at astonishing speed.

In addition, the "terrain invincibility" mechanism of the surrounding walls will only last for 24 hours.

Soon after, the mechanism disappeared.

Dorragon will break free of this space and return to the skies of the world.

At that point, Viktor had no chance of winning whatsoever.

He had to take down this world-class boss before the day ended.

Therefore, he also needs time.

At this moment, Doragon's speed increased even further.

Even when bound within this extremely narrow space, the white figure flashed rapidly like a beam of light.

Its silhouette flew back and forth in the air, accompanied by bursts of sonic booms.

The rapidly flashing figure kept passing by Druga, leaving white marks on the giant green body.

The intense storm continuously formed vortexes, completely imprisoning Druja's body.

A faint blue light flickered in Viktor's eyes, and Vega's eyes also lit up with the same strange color as Viktor's.

"However, I am also prepared."

Vega gained a large number of followers and his power was somewhat restored.

That was his only chance of winning against the calamity of the wind!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Victor finally made a move.

He slowly raised his staff, and a series of obscure incantations came from his mouth.

"They do not love the law of the Lord, yet they plant the tree of the world and let the heavens pour down beside the rivers."

"[The gods break free from the shackles of humanity, and the beauty of celestial music may descend upon the boundless turbidity—]"

Accompanied by complex and awkward chanting, a massive formation began to take shape behind Viktor.

Several circular wheels began to rotate, and white fluorescence accompanied by countless runes began to spread. A pure white body slowly emerged from the dark, transparent lake water.

One hand supports the giant tree, while the other seems to support the rigid chains.

The giant tree slowly tilted towards the chains, which instantly wrapped around its branches, as if supporting it and suspending the half-fallen tree in mid-air.

Those flawless eyes slowly raised their eyelids, and a hazy light slowly emerged.

War Magic: Trapped by the Mercy of Humanity

A powerful surge of magical energy continuously impacted the narrow space.

The white light gradually covered everything, and the earth seemed to tremble, as if it were being stung by something incredibly pure, twisting wildly.

But before the spell could be cast, Victor raised his staff and began a new incantation.

"The stardust suspended in the universe will answer the call of tranquility."

"A soul wandering in nothingness, whispering prayers for the redemption of all things."

Silver dust, resembling a song, slowly drifted down from the sky and gradually gathered around Viktor.

It's like a symphony constantly unfolding in the air, playing an incredibly ethereal overture.

War Magic: Whispers of the Stars

More and more spells began to gather in the narrow space, and a dense aura enveloped Viktor, wrapping him up in circles.

The magic circle also gathered around Victor, but was not released.

The adventurers watched Victor, feeling the terrifying surge of magical energy that enveloped the entire land.

"What...what is he doing?!"

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Countless war spells were continuously stacked, but none of them ever erupted.

[Silver dust buried beneath the World Tree]

A Call to Grieving Souls

The Crying Where the Stream Flows Backwards

A surge of fierce and enduring magical power gradually gathered, and its powerful aura surged wildly.

The old monk, sitting in the audience, suddenly began to tremble, as if he had realized something.

"Could it be that he's going to..."

The surrounding adventurers remained puzzled, their gazes fixed on the mage.

They too sensed the ever-increasing aura of terror, and suppressing their shock, they asked the mage:

"Walter, what do you know?"

The monk stroked his long, thin beard, his eyes gleaming with astonishment:

"You should know that there is a type of magic that has a range and power that are several times or even dozens of times greater than ordinary magic."

"This kind of magic is called—war magic."

War magic requires a large amount of magical power to be cast.

Generally speaking, war magic requires a large number of mages to use together.

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