Six chaotic pillars of light converged and rose into the sky, their dazzling brilliance engulfing the entire firmament.
A vast and powerful magical force surged forth, its edges merging together to form a complex and violent magical field.
In the distance, above the sky completely obscured by the deep sea of light, six beams of light erupted at their peaks, releasing a thick and obscure darkness.
Looking down from the earth, the sky covered with iridescent light seemed to be abruptly cut off by a dark aura, the effect of which reached the far reaches of the heavens.
The darkness lingered, and the reversed, pitch-black river continued to erode the bottom of Endymion.
Under this continuous impact, Endymion, which had been forcibly wrapped and assembled into one, began to peel away layer by layer, and the deep black at the bottom continued to crack.
At that moment, everyone present looked up at the sky, at that eerie black pillar of light.
The mages' eyes widened, half their pupils covered by the intense light, while the other half reflected the edge of darkness.
The demi-humans also stared blankly at the sky, watching the vast, deep black expanse gradually recede from the earth.
In the millions of eyes, there was an expectation for the heavens.
They hoped that Endymion would be completely thrust into the depths of the sky, never to fall again.
The world will no longer be threatened by this sky city.
They didn't even think Endymion would fall from the sky again.
Because all of this was done by Victor.
It was he who commanded the six giant beasts to unleash their immense natural magic, and it was also the force that propelled Endymion into the sky.
No one would question Viktor's abilities.
They had come to believe, without knowing when, that Victor had absolute control over the world.
Not only them, but even the high mage in the distance raised his eyebrows, widened his two cloudy eyes, and looked on with surprise and anticipation.
But he was more curious about what Victor had just experienced.
Just now, didn't a bolt of lightning strike from the sky?
Loki had never actually ignored Victor; his keen eyes caught sight of the lightning bolt that was trying to attack him.
That bolt of lightning
Unlike Zeus, unlike Calamity, and even unlike Thor.
It was unlike any thunder he had ever seen before.
The lightning they release all share a common characteristic: they all need to gather or concentrate before releasing their power.
Whether it's an electric arc swirling through the rolling sea of clouds or lightning traversing the sky,
They all need to first form a trajectory or main body before the power can be unleashed.
However, the thunder just now was completely different.
It appeared out of nowhere, as if it had suddenly sprung up from the sky.
Then they launched a direct attack on Viktor.
Most importantly, the lightning bolts that struck down didn't look like ordinary attacks; they seemed more like a method specifically designed to punish Viktor.
Thinking this through, the Grand Master had a sudden realization. He looked up at the sky and blurted out:
"I see."
Are you scared?
Loki believed that the sky was feeling fear.
It fears that Ragnarok will be prevented due to Victor's intervention.
I fear that Endymion will crash into the night and create a huge hole in the edge of the sky.
Therefore, it attempted to impose direct punishment on the victor, Victor, in an effort to stop his actions.
However, it not only failed,
Loki, on the contrary, noticed this trace, which made him even more convinced that:
If we act according to Victor's plan and blast open the entire sky, this world can break the cycle of reincarnation.
To break free from constraints, and even end Ragnarok.
For this, he was willing to die.
At that moment, Loki straightened his back and shouted loudly towards the sky:
"winner!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Loki's body suddenly became blurry, as if he had turned into a flickering phantom.
His voice carried far, drawing attention back to him.
At this moment, Loki seemed to have taken off his armor and put on the robes he wore when he was the Archmage.
Two phantoms intertwined and distorted, and shattered blocks of color mingled together in the field of vision.
Even more reappeared on Loki's face: the long beard and white eyebrows that were characteristic of the Archmage.
In the chaos, his clothes floated and his long beard danced.
"I created Endymion, and only I know best the magic it contains!"
He took a deep breath and then pointed the Gungnir spear in his hand at the sky.
The next second, endless magical power surged in mid-air, as if summoned by some force, and converged on Loki's side.
As the immense and profound magic flowed over the edge of Loki's surroundings, spanning tens of meters, it transformed into several natural birds with transparent outlines.
They flapped their wings and soared into the sky like rolling pale clouds, gradually rising and approaching Loki.
Seeing this, countless mages below stared wide-eyed in utter astonishment.
"Natural Sparrow? How could a Grand Mage use Natural Sparrow!?"
Everyone knows that the Natural Sparrow is Rachel Azure's exclusive magic.
But now, the Archmage is summoning the Natural Sparrow?
Facing this vast, natural sea of birds, Heim Horn suddenly shouted, questioning his surroundings.
"Where's Rachel?! What's Rachel doing?!"
Wasn't he always stationed inside the Empire, responsible for maintaining the large-scale magical transfer between the Empire and Shulbon?
Now, Haim Horn was stunned.
He looked up at the sky, gazing at the monk whose appearance remained aged yet whose figure was elusive and enigmatic.
Watching the other person stroke his beard with one hand, his expression calm,
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