Shock and confusion rose in her heart, leaving Aurelion feeling utterly bewildered.
What exactly is that weapon?
Finally, the thick wall of flames seemed to be about to disappear.
The soldiers seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope, and the commander was also incredibly excited, shouting:
"Keep going, all of you! He can't hold on much longer!"
A hail of bullets rained down on the wall of flames, with no regard for whether the bullets would be used up.
However, the seemingly extinguished flames acted like a wall of sighs, keeping all the projectiles at bay.
It's impossible to penetrate!
Only Viktor's voice faintly rang out from behind the wall of fire.
"Does this even deserve to be called firepower?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor's actions finally changed.
He had one hand in his pocket, turned to the side, and raised the other hand, making a gun gesture.
Sparks seemed to be rising from the fingertips.
A complex red formation began to take shape in mid-air, and the exquisite and harmonious patterns gradually began to connect with each other, forming an extremely regular formation.
Energy began to gather towards the center of the formation, and the sparks gradually converged.
The flames trembling in the center of the magic array grew more and more intense and faster.
The surrounding air began to fluctuate, and sparks scattered, as if the force was out of control.
Elsa looked up, and the sense of crisis she felt was even stronger as she was closest to her.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she shouted.
“Victor! I promise…”
"It's too late."
A desperate voice rang in Elsa's ears, silencing her last words.
She stared blankly at the light emanating from Victor's fingertips, and in a daze, she seemed to hear a sound.
A detached whisper.
"bang".
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden spark shot out from between Viktor's fingers, like flames surging in the barrel of a gun.
With a deafening sonic boom, instantly! A wild red light, like the sun, enveloped the entire space.
The blazing pillar of fire, like a ferocious beast, surged toward the enemy.
Flames danced.
Upon seeing this incredibly powerful magic, the commander's eyes widened in fury, and he shouted an order:
"Defend! Defend now!"
Countless soldiers stepped forward, each pulling a shield imbued with blue magic from their back and holding it up before them.
A blue light gradually connected them, and a blue energy shield slowly rose from the ground.
[Blue Array Interception]
The warriors roared, and the massive barrier seemed to hold back the surging, powerful flames.
But the next second, the raging flames, carrying endless energy, seemed to completely devour the barrier.
Fierce flames surrounded them, crackling and popping terrifyingly.
The intense white light was like a nuclear explosion.
It devoured all the countless people present.
[Yan Duan's resentment]
The surrounding ruins were illuminated by flames, and smoke filled the air. The screams from the enemy came to an abrupt halt.
Only Victor remained standing in that reddish-brown light, the flames reflecting in his eyes like a waltz of fire spirits.
Aurelion and Elsa watched the whole thing from a safe vantage point.
At that moment, all that remained in their hearts was shock.
War magic.
They had never seen any mage so easily unleash such powerful war magic on their own.
Elsa, her face covered in dust, stared in awe at the flames that continued to roll forward.
In my mind, one thought occupied everything.
Reverence.
Finally, the flames gradually faded away.
The red stripes on Viktor's body gradually subsided, and his trench coat regained its color, becoming dull and swaying in the wind.
He stood calmly in front of the giant pillar of fire, his finger still pointing in the direction of the enemy, as if announcing the arrival of victory.
The pillar of fire gradually dissipated.
Those warriors who were at the forefront had long since vanished beneath the surging flames.
A large number of firearms and weapons were melted by the flames, the molten iron sank to the ground, and even human bodies were completely vaporized.
That seemingly invincible barrier only withstood part of the magic's damage.
Many soldiers still had the upper half of their bodies charred and bloodied.
But their lower bodies turned to ashes in the flames, scattering amidst sparks.
They were already dead, but only half of their bodies remained.
Those warriors who had been bound by Viktor had just broken free when they were completely engulfed by a fierce flame and gloriously sacrificed themselves.
Not even a single complete skeleton was left behind.
Only the fourth-tier leader remained, his body scorched by flames, barely clinging to life.
Viktor walked up to him step by step.
She looked at him with an extremely cold gaze.
He didn't even have time to beg for mercy.
The next second.
A flame flew from Viktor's palm onto his body.
It gradually devoured his last bit of life.
Victor turned away, no longer looking at the warrior who had turned to ashes.
Instead, he looked at Elsa, whose mind was already consumed by fear.
A voice, indifferent, rang out.
"Last chance."
"Loyalty, or..."
"To be buried with someone."
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