Vladimir frowned as he gazed at the white light piercing through the gloomy sky.
He could sense an incredibly rich magical power emanating from it.
This magic is something that humans could never possess.
"What is that?"
The white light seemed to be guiding them, amidst the raging snow and endless storms that cut their faces like knives.
No one can answer Vladimir's question.
Amidst this incredibly shocking scene, everyone present felt an overwhelming and terrifying pressure.
Erica's expression jolted, as if she had realized something. Her eyes were fixed on the distance, feeling the violent storm tearing her body apart, her clothes billowing wildly.
But soon...
A silver-white figure, like a streak of light, sped towards the source of the white light.
Like a silver blade, it carries an unwavering will and resists the terrifying, sky-piercing fireworks without hesitation.
In Erica's eyes, Gwen's figure lingered for less than a moment.
They had already disappeared into the crowd.
"..."
Erica was somewhat stunned, and Vladimir also watched Gwen's departing figure, exhaling a breath of white air.
"Looks like we don't need to wait for the report from the front, guys."
Upon hearing this, the members of the Pale Magic Guild became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Everyone straightened their backs, their eyes flashing with anxious flames.
Vladimir twisted his wrist, and a huge ice axe instantly materialized from his glove.
He carried it on his shoulder, a smile on his face, and hummed as he spoke;
"It's time to teach those bastards a lesson they won't forget."
......
The far northern ice plains have become fragmented and disintegrated.
A fierce storm, like sharp spikes, swept across the fragmented snowfield.
As the white light transformed into wisps of decaying energy, it slowly coalesced into hurricanes on the sea, dispersing in all directions across the snowfield.
Countless barbarians remained kneeling in place, praying incessantly, their foreheads bleeding from the repeated kowtows, yet they dared not cease their actions.
Unbeknownst to them, a hoarse voice slowly rose among the barbarians.
Strangely enough, they were able to understand the meaning behind that strange language.
“I don’t recall ever having such a group of followers.”
A crow stood with its beak agape, its single eye filled with utter disdain.
It perched on Victor's shoulder, ruffling its feathers, looking down at the ignorant barbarians with an air of superiority.
Victor stood quietly on an iceberg, his hands in his pockets, watching the panicked barbarians.
He sensed it.
The overwhelming anger emanating from these barbarians.
Perhaps it was because they perceived it as a miracle, and the person who emerged was Victor, that they felt an absurd anger.
Or perhaps it was because the enemy who had slaughtered nearly half of their people had appeared before them.
In any case, the moment they looked up and saw Victor.
They could no longer contain their anger.
"Waaaaah!"
The barbarians' eyes were bloodshot, and their red fur, as if blessed by life, transformed into ever-burning flames.
The flickering flames gradually engulfed their bodies completely, transforming them into a pure energy entity.
They roared angrily at the sky, the sound echoing across the entire shattered snowfield.
"Berserker".
Viktor looked at the enraged barbarian and uttered these words calmly.
When anger reaches its peak, the barbarians gain ultimate, terrifying power—a despair hidden deep within the wild.
They completely lost their minds, and the water that gushed out from their bared teeth vanished and evaporated instantly due to the flames engulfing their bodies.
Wielding weapons wreathed in flames, they seemed to become one with their fiery bodies.
Viktor remained expressionless as a red array suddenly appeared in his palm.
The patterns gradually intertwined, and a ball of flame continuously condensed in his hand.
He originally intended to burn the enemy in front of him to ashes.
Suddenly, a silver-white figure entered his field of vision.
Victor raised an eyebrow slightly.
Although the silver knight was clad in heavy armor, he moved swiftly and gracefully, passing over the restless barbarians and arriving before Victor.
The longsword was instantly drawn, piercing the heart of the berserker who was charging towards Victor.
Instant kill attack!
The blade was pulled out, blood spurted from the edge, and the berserker suddenly lost consciousness.
The flames burning on its body hadn't even burned for a moment before its dazed body plunged into the desolate, icy ocean.
Gwen's arrival brought all the barbarians to a halt.
The remaining berserkers felt a sense of absurd fear as they watched the Silver Knight suddenly appear.
She swung her longsword fiercely across the snowfield, splashing scalding blood onto the icy plain.
Even the stubborn ice melted a bit.
She stood proudly before Viktor, facing countless barbarians, her voice cold and clear.
"This time."
"I found you ahead of time."
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