A deafening explosion erupted from the dark mist, unleashing a surging, dark shockwave across the land.
Every burst of power propels it to spread into the distance.
Immediately afterwards, countless plumes of black smoke released with the explosion intertwined and swirled in the air.
The repeated collisions caused the space traversed by the immense power to begin to distort and contract, revealing vast swathes of nothingness from the mist.
The dark, floating space resembled a beast with its jaws wide open, greedily devouring the surrounding dark smoke.
Finally, under the massive bombing that covered Shulbon,
The deep black mist gradually stopped rising, and the deafening sound of the ground cracking slowly subsided.
At the same time, a gentle breeze swept across the land, softly dispersing the smoke that had just dissipated.
At this moment, the scene of Shulburn was completely exposed to everyone's view.
Countless demonic and evil lambs have been completely wiped out.
Every inch of their flesh and blood turned into thick mist, swirling and dispersing across this land.
It was as if, the moment they were summoned, they were destined to become suicide bombs.
At this moment, countless mages stared wide-eyed, their hearts pounding with shock.
The intense vibrations, like the resounding beat of a drum, constantly reminded them that this was happening in reality.
Because the whole of Shulbourne... no, this is no longer Shulbourne.
The city has been completely razed to the ground.
The ravages of war vanished instantly in the explosion, leaving only swirling black smoke and earthy dust that obscured the boundaries of the land.
If it weren't for the towering, cloud-piercing sacred tree still standing, they would almost have begun to doubt whether this was still Shulburn.
Meanwhile, on this vast, empty land, 'Gwen', with her holy wings outstretched, was kneeling in place.
She looked down, one hand covering her other drooping arm, her face covered in dust, her wings heavy and drooping.
It seemed that after the attack just now, the light emanating from her body had dimmed considerably.
The helmet was still intact, but the eyes hidden behind it stared blankly at the ground, motionless.
But Vega in the air seemed unaware of the calm below.
When she heard what Victor had just said, she suddenly froze in mid-air.
He stared intently at Viktor's retreating figure for a long while before snapping out of his daze.
A storm of thought swept through her mind, and she began frantically speculating about all the possibilities.
Huh? No, what exactly does Viktor mean by that?
After pondering for a while, Vega thought of a possibility.
No... does Viktor mean that he's been using her as a tool all along?
After all, he said he had been taking advantage of her.
But Vega then thought of what Victor had said, 'Given our friendship.'
"What do you mean? I've done so much for Viktor, and all he sees me as is?"
Vega's emotions became increasingly out of control, and his expressions were like wild horses leaping and bounding across his face.
She sometimes felt angry because she thought Viktor might only be using her as a tool.
At other times, she was even more angered because Victor seemed to see her only as a friend.
The more Vega thought about it, the more confused he became, until he couldn't even figure out what he really wanted.
But as Viktor said, she was using Viktor, and Viktor was using her.
However, Victor said he was willing.
This made Vega somewhat dissatisfied. She crossed her arms and muttered under her breath:
"No... I never said I was unwilling."
But her voice was destined to go unheard by Victor, for his attention had already shifted to the goddess below.
While Vega was still struggling with his decision, Victor had already slowly descended from the sky.
The colossal divine tree that soared into the clouds still stood firmly on the earth, unshaken even by the wind that swept across the soil.
The goddess of justice stood with her back to the sacred tree, maintaining a kneeling posture.
Victor landed on the ground, hands in his pockets, staring directly at the somewhat dim figure of the Goddess of Justice.
Seeing this, Vega squinted and scratched his head, no longer thinking about it, and then slowly floated down.
After all, their relationship cannot be defined by any standard.
As for what Victor said before about liking her?
Oh dear, Vega had already taken that as a joke.
At this moment, Victor lowered his head and gazed at the goddess of justice kneeling on the ground before him, seemingly lost in thought.
Has the goddess of justice been injured? Clearly, she has been damaged.
Viktor did not hold back.
The explosion caused by the summoned flock of black lambs leveled the entire city of Shulbon, a testament to the astonishing power of the magic.
But that's far from enough to seriously injure the goddess of justice.
Despite the explosion of the dense flock of black lambs, the impact on the Goddess of Justice's health was not reduced by even 10%.
It didn't even trigger the Valkyrie's second phase.
After all, the other party was a genuine god, and when the health bar was displayed, her level was already as high as level 80.
A god of level eighty is at the level of a god-king or a supreme god.
This level is extremely rare, even within the entire pantheon of gods.
After all, a thousand years ago, it was the goddess of justice who cooperated with humanity to drive out all the gods.
It's perfectly reasonable that she's reached such a high level.
If Viktor were to fight her now, even with Vega having unlimited mana, it would take him at least several days to fight her.
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