Looking at the beautiful painting in front of him, Vega felt a sense of emotion.
"I'm starting to wonder what will happen here."
The next second, the giant lava hand behind Victor grabbed the group of barbarians with temple qualifications from the basket and roughly threw them onto the ground in front of him.
A white array formed on the ground, from which a few white feathers flew out and burrowed into the bodies of the barbarians.
Under the spell, they were forcibly awakened. Slowly, they opened their eyes and looked at the unfamiliar scene around them.
Although they were thoroughly ravaged, these barbarians did not die.
Upon waking, they saw the terrifying figure before them again, its mouth gurgling and tearing at the air. They lined up in a row, their limbs broken, yet their bodies continued to beg for mercy.
His head smashed into the ice field beneath him, creating large craters, and blood even flowed from his forehead.
Victor remained silent, after all, he couldn't communicate with these barbarians.
The giant lava hand behind him transformed into the shape of a finger, and he pointed it at the back of those barbarians.
They understood what Victor meant, and with difficulty turned their heads to look behind them.
As if summoned by some force, they suddenly froze in place.
Suddenly, the surging waves on the sea seemed to reverse.
Like an earthquake, violent tremors rippled across the ice field.
The earth trembled violently, as if it were about to shatter.
As the ice sheet cracked, a building gradually rose from the sea and slowly appeared in the icy ocean.
It resembled a grand palace, with an immense presence, almost like a divine miracle.
Finally, it gradually revealed its full form, seemingly about to completely obscure the sky.
It was a temple.
It was enveloped in white clouds, giving it an ethereal and wondrous feel.
The next second, the gale instantly gathered together and violently swept up the cliff edge, causing ice crystals and snow on the snowfield to be swirled up hundreds of meters in an instant.
The ocean surged toward the temple as if it had been poured out.
The barbarians seemed to have witnessed a miracle, pressing their heads to the ground and daring not to raise them again.
Viktor calmly watched the miracle that had appeared out of nowhere before him.
Temple of the Wind.
Located in the far north, on the Arctic ice plains, in the area where storms are most intense.
This area experiences constant wind and snow year after year, and the strong hurricanes have created a rich wind element here.
However, the divine power granted to qualified individuals by a temple of wind is precisely immunity to fire damage.
Similarly, the Temple of Earth grants qualified individuals a divine manifestation of immunity to wood-type elements.
The wind fanned the flames, and the soil helped the trees grow.
As if sensing the arrival of those qualified individuals, the temple slowly opened its doors to welcome them.
A powerful storm swept in instantly, even blowing a terrifying crack into the ice field beneath their feet.
But the qualified individuals are no longer able to move their bodies.
Viktor walked slowly toward the temple, and soon he stood at the entrance.
A dense hurricane instantly enveloped Viktor, halting his advance.
Victor merely glanced indifferently at the door, his trench coat flashing suddenly.
The patterns on the trench coat gradually brightened, and two colors appeared behind it, seemingly revealing two different giant beasts, whose surging energy completely enveloped the temple.
A powerful aura erupted from Victor's body, and rich natural energy overflowed from him, which even the violent hurricane could not disperse.
The force of repulsion abruptly ceased, and there was no further response.
"A problem."
Victor knew that the power of the temple no longer held him back.
Calamity is a higher-level power than the Temple of Inheritance, because the power of the Temple of Inheritance is derived from Calamity.
Viktor knew this well, so...
If disaster strikes and you're not allowed in, it's like refusing to open the door when your father comes to your house.
Viktor stepped into the temple, and the storm outside gradually subsided.
Only a few qualified individuals remained, shivering in the storm, feeling their last moments of life slowly fading away in the cold and loneliness amidst endless fear and doubt.
...
"Everyone from the Pale Mage Guild! Assemble! Assemble!"
"Within five minutes, all four thousand three hundred and eighty-two people must be assembled on the snowfield!"
The mages spread the message, and all the mages on the snowfield sprang into action, their chaotic footsteps kicking up the thick snow several meters high.
The thunderous sound of footsteps immediately echoed throughout the vast snowfield.
The animals hiding under the snow were also thrown into the depths of the snowfield by the huge tremor.
Those rugged men took off their animal skins and put on their clean white battle robes again.
Holding magical weapons, they stood in a row on the snowfield, solemnly at attention, awaiting the general's instructions.
In less than five minutes, all the mages and sorcerers had assembled.
Amelia stood beside Vladimir, also dressed in a heavy white robe that concealed the scars on her abdomen.
Her previous impatient demeanor had completely vanished; now, she was utterly indifferent.
Vladimir stood on the icy platform of the Sorcerer Guild, looking at everyone present with an extremely serious expression and intense expectations in his eyes.
"Warriors of the Pale Magic Guild, a great battle is imminent."
"We have been stationed here for over twenty years, and today! We will soon be able to completely end those cruel demons, those barbarian bastards!"
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