The roar from the sky grew increasingly heavy.

The clanging of steel was like the tolling of bells, and the whistling of steam was like the crashing of giant waves, deafening and awe-inspiring.

The powerful sound waves caused the space around the crashed island to tremble violently, and the surrounding wind and waves became even more turbulent.

The shadows grew larger in the eyes of the people, and even with the sun high in the sky, the light gradually faded from the earth and the sky.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be caught on the guillotine.

Everyone knows that in the near future, Endymion, the sky city known as the city of mages, will fall to earth.

But now, no one can stop this colossal heavenly city from falling.

Including the gods.

As Endymion crashed down upon the world, its massive outline was already vaguely revealed through the clouds and sky.

Its massive architectural landscape occupies most of the sky, and its area is comparable to that of a very large country.

From the ground, it looked as if two planets were about to collide.

Most importantly, its interior is almost entirely composed of magic, containing a concentration of magic accumulated over a thousand years in the city of mages.

Once Endymion is completely destroyed, the magic stored within it will surge violently throughout the world like a flood bursting its banks.

Once unleashed, its power will be comparable to the explosion produced by a hundred Vegas exhausting all their magic power.

At that moment, the ocean might be instantly engulfed by the surging magic, sending up waves hundreds of feet high, and the immense pressure would shatter the newly recovered land.

These waves, due to the turmoil of the elements, will also turn into steam, forming a terrifying rainstorm that directly shatters every piece of land on earth.

The earth will not only be battered by the ocean, but fire and trees will also ignite, engulfing the land in a sea of ​​flames.

Torrential rain, a mix of water and fire, turned the world into a furnace.

The trees will become fuel for the fire, and the wind will push the fire to the sky, making the sky burn again.

Thunderstorms raged, and the earth collapsed.

It's estimated that before long, the entire world will be reduced to ashes in the elemental upheaval.

At this moment, Heim Horn was in a somber mood, looking down at the countless demi-humans around him.

These demi-humans, with smiles on their faces, ran freely on the soil of the flower fields and forests, as if welcoming a new life.

However, seeing this scene, Heim Horn felt extremely reluctant.

He couldn't bear to tell these demi-humans that the world was about to face its final catastrophe.

If Loki's previous schemes still had room for deciphering,

But now, with the imminent fall of Endymion, the city of mages, no one can stop it.

This is because it has exceeded Loki's plans and even surpassed the boundaries set by Ragnarok.

This is no longer the scenario where Loki's plan triggers Ragnarok.

It was a miracle created by a great sorcerer a thousand years ago for world peace and to benefit hundreds of millions of living beings.

Endymion, the city of mages.

But now, it has become an impending disaster.

Even if it was Viktor's plan, could it have foreseen events from a thousand years ago?

Therefore, Haim Horn knew that,

This has become an inescapable dead end.

He did want to resist, but even their magic was created by the "Archmage."

So, how should he resist?

For the first time, he felt how powerless magic was within himself.

"Hey, Heim, what's that muffled sound you're making?"

A familiar greeting rang out from the surroundings, the words carrying a lazy and leisurely tone.

Heim Horn was slightly taken aback.

Although he didn't look up, he didn't see who the voice belonged to.

But just hearing that voice, he could instinctively tell that the owner of the voice must be a lazy dog.

So, he blurted it out instinctively.

"...Kokote?"

He looked up and saw a huge cloud floating in front of him, which surprised him slightly.

Looking up again, I saw Kokote sitting on a cloud.

The other person crossed their arms, looking displeased, as if anger was building up inside them.

Coco is awake?

"Yes, just now, I woke up inside the sacred tree."

"I just got here and saw you lying there like a dead fish, so what exactly are you giving up on?"

One sentence from him left Heim Horn slightly taken aback.

These words surprised Haim Horn slightly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain his sense of powerlessness.

The entirety of Endymion was created by the Archmage, even the magic was created by the Archmage.

Even if he possessed the most exquisite magical power, how could he possibly stop the Archmage?

"But Endymion now belongs to you! Do you hear me? You are Endymion's senator!"

Although the Mage Council has no Speaker, Heim Horn is generally recognized by everyone in the Mage Council as Endymion's top leader.

It's not a matter of ability, but rather seniority.

"Don't talk to me about the Archmage, the Archmage is dead!"

"That guy in the sky is called Loki, understand? He's not the Archmage at all!"

Kokot pointed one finger at the sky above where Loki was, and emphasized loudly with particular anger:

"You've already started to feel down without even trying to resist? So you can't do anything now that Viktor's gone?"

"Remember this: Viktor is gone. I should be the one who's most heartbroken, not you!"

"I haven't even started selling yet, what are you selling?!"

These words jolted Heim Horn, his vision blurred, and it took him a while to regain his senses.

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