In an instant, this chaos spread throughout the vast southern land.

The soldiers atop the city walls felt the earth tremble and the sky shake; their eyes widened, their faces filled with confusion.

"What happened?"

"The sky... the sky... is bent..."

In the crowd gazing at the night sky, someone suddenly looked up and pointed a finger at the heavens:

"Quick! Look!"

"The stars are falling!"

At that moment, everyone saw it.

The distorted and fragmented sky seemed to have shed its stars, with countless shimmering comets streaking down from between the winding nebulae.

It was as if a surging, pale spring had pierced through the dark, silent curtain and poured down.

In an instant, the vast sky plummeted down, crashing into the crimson ocean.

Behind the starry night sky, there seemed to be a unique nebula of stars twisted together.

The fingers, transformed into magnificent stars, bent down again and again, commanding the stars that filled the night sky.

Large swarms of monsters gathered together, only able to watch helplessly as the dazzling stream of light descended upon them.

In an instant, the already oppressive crimson ocean became even more chaotic and disorderly.

Countless monsters fled in the darkness, but their sheer numbers meant that their escape was blocked by flesh and blood.

Even the flying monsters collided and teetered on the brink of collapse.

The crimson waves began to churn and shimmer, the red hue flickering and shimmering.

The menacing shrieks and mournful cries replaced the wild declaration of war.

Flesh and blood fled in all directions, only to be smashed by pale meteors, causing blood and foam to fly everywhere and bones to shatter.

Even a massive, mountain-like monster that trampled over its companions could not withstand the falling pale light, and could only have its body pierced by the light.

The remaining flesh and blood went out of control, crashing into the sea of ​​blood like a collapsing wall, causing the deaths of even more fleeing monsters.

At that moment, the southern land was covered in white, and the roar shook the entire world.

The city walls shook, and the already battered land suffered another devastating blow.

A towering gust of air swept across the sky, stirring up dust and blood that turned into a blood mist that spread across the heavens.

boom!

Everyone standing on the city wall stared wide-eyed, utterly stunned.

Meanwhile, the land some distance in front of the city walls was fortunate enough to avoid the direct impact of the stars.

On the ground, three dark figures were rushing towards the walls of Kushistan.

Those were the three men, Rivi and his companions, who had not yet been able to retreat back to the city walls.

Vladimir stood below the city wall, dumbfounded as the pale meteors engulfed the land not far away.

If he hadn't escaped so quickly, he probably would have been hit by all those meteorites.

"What...what exactly is going on?"

He slowly raised his head, his gaze following the meteorite falling from the sky.

At the same time, he saw Viktor.

Viktor stood high in the sky, amidst a storm of stars, letting the surrounding stars pour down on him.

Upon seeing this, Vladimir's mouth dropped open:

"Holy crap, it's Victor again!?"

How come Viktor gets all the limelight?

However, the appearance of this figure reassured Vladimir considerably.

Because Victor's intervention usually means that the crisis is about to end.

Of course, there is also the possibility of an even bigger crisis, such as him blowing up the entire city.

In contrast, Victor usually only destroys buildings and rarely causes any casualties.

But what kind of magic did he use this time? He'd never seen it before.

But Rivi, standing next to Vladimir, had a solemn expression and looked up at the sky.

His thoughts were completely different from Vladimir's.

Perhaps Victor wasn't using magic.

He could sense that there was no magic emanating from Victor.

And he saw that Viktor was holding something in his palm.

If you look closely, you'll see that it's a shrunken version of the Magic Tower.

So, were these falling stars attacking the monsters caused by demons?

What exactly does Viktor want to do?

As Levi was pondering this, a soldier on the city wall suddenly shouted:

"The Warcraft tide! The Warcraft tide is starting to recede!"

"Heavens! Heaven is helping us!!!"

"What heaven? It's clearly that powerful mage from before!"

Listening to the cheers from the city walls, Levi's gaze fell upon the monster tide that was beginning to crumble and gradually descending into chaos.

They roam in a sea of ​​blood pieced together from the flesh and bones of their companions, their former ferocity and arrogance replaced by fear.

At this moment, countless magical beasts began to change direction, intending to flee back to the deeper areas in the south.