Although this level of magic was easily deciphered by him.

But what truly shocked him was why Viktor's magic could touch him.

However, this magic seemed to represent some kind of signal.

Just then, a transparent, natural bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Then, thousands upon thousands of wild birds filled the sky, blotting out the sun.

Countless natural sparrows, their bodies intertwined with streams of strangely colored magic, formed an astonishing net high above Hermes' head.

Hermes slowly raised his head, gazing at the countless natural birds shimmering with strange magical power suspended in the air, and the magically woven net that shimmered with light.

To his astonishment, the magical net that covered half the size of the capital fell from the sky and crashed down upon the earth.

"Varied……"

Before he could finish speaking, the descending magic net had already embedded itself in the earth and was rapidly closing in on him.

The magical net miraculously passed through the many inhabitants, gathering directly towards Hermes.

Faced with the rapidly shrinking giant net, Hermes' body was instantly frozen in mid-air.

Feeling a strong force pushing through his body, Hermes was enveloped in heavy magic and pulled back to the earth.

Finally, he was forced to lie prostrate on the ground.

But the golden light in his eyes still flowed.

Hermes did not try to break free from this giant net; or perhaps it could be said that he never even considered trying to break free from it.

As a god, he had lost to humanity, and this emotional breakdown made him unwilling to take any further action.

Many residents quickly moved away, clearing a large open space for Hermes, who was lying in the dust.

They formed a circle, staring at the earthly deity with a mixture of curiosity and anger, pointing and gesturing at him incessantly.

Sensing the countless gazes gathering around him, Hermes lowered his head, concealing his mysterious, golden, quicksand-like eyes in the shadows.

But his hands clenched slightly, forming fists, revealing his inner dissatisfaction and humiliation.

For him, this was an unprecedented insult.

His dignity as a deity was severely violated.

Forced to fall from the sky, it became stained with this filthy mud and lost its divine radiance.

Even the ordinary people around him were scrutinizing him with strange looks.

It was as if they were examining a wild animal that had lost its luster.

At this moment, Victor also landed back on the ground and gently put Erica down from his arms.

"Can you still stand firm?"

Erica nodded, looking bewildered, when she felt the hard texture return to her feet.

Finally, she felt the real sensation of her feet touching the ground again.

But what exactly happened during this time?

Erica, however, knew nothing about it.

She could only stare blankly at Hermes, who was forced to lie prone on the ground, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

As if sensing Erica's gaze, Hermes slowly raised his head.

Those golden eyes seemed to have lost their former divine radiance.

At that moment, his eyes met Erica's.

Erica paused, staring intently into Hermes' eyes.

She felt like she'd seen that look somewhere before.

So she blurted out instinctively:

"Ripoot?"

What! ?

In an instant, a wave of intense surprise swept through the crowd of residents in the central square, and the news quickly spread throughout the entire square.

They all gasped, stunned, and began to observe the deity before them with even greater care.

Ribo Otto!? Isn't that the head of the Reiser family?

As the crowd gradually recovered from their shock, they began to chatter amongst themselves.

Various shocking speculations and doubts kept flooding into Hermes' ears.

Every word they uttered caused Hermes to lower his head even further.

It seems that in their eyes, Hermes was no longer a mysterious and aloof deity.

It was nothing more than a wild rooster with broken wings, fallen to the dust.

Finally, Hermes raised his golden eyes, which seemed to have lost all hope, and looked into Victor's eyes.

Viktor's gaze remained unchanged, as cold as ever.

He seems to have been like this from the very beginning.

It seems that from the very beginning, Viktor never considered him a worthy enemy.

So, as if unwilling to give up, he used his last shred of dignity to ask him:

“Tell me, Victor Clavner.”

Where exactly did I go wrong?

Upon hearing Hermes' words, Victor finally looked at him with a more serious expression.

Their eyes met.

After sensing Viktor's icy gaze, his voice, tinged with indifference and chill, followed:

"You lost because of your arrogance, Hermes."

"But I know everything about you."