The black giant dragon crawling through the sky passed through thick layers of clouds, releasing a heavy snort, as if it had sensed something.
It suddenly lifted its head and let out a terrifying roar toward the heavens.
The surrounding storms began to gather endlessly, forming a pair of invisible giant hands that tore the constantly flickering purple rift open to an enormous size.
As if they were about to pour everything around into it.
The group of adventurers outside, who were so frightened they couldn't even move, stared blankly at the rift being recklessly forced open before the monster.
'What kind of horrifying, inhuman power was that…'
'To forcibly tear open a monster rift.'
But before they could fully calm down, the black giant dragon burst through the thick clouds, seemingly carrying the force of the wind as it dove straight toward the ground.
BOOM! Bang!
The surrounding air exploded again and again. Accompanied by white mist and scattered sparks of flame, the giant dragon charged straight into the void rift.
The sheer air pressure even swept them up, blowing them into the air where they spun helplessly.
If they hadn't grabbed onto nearby buildings, they would likely have been dragged between those black scales and crushed into powder.
Only after the rift completely swallowed the enormous body of the black dragon did the surrounding air gradually return to calm.
That suffocating pressure, which filled people with fear, vanished without a trace.
The adventurers who had finally stabilized their bodies, every single one of them felt their backs soaked in cold sweat.
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Following Viktor's gaze, Hera slowly looked up at the purple sky.
Very quickly, she sensed it.
An even more terrifying pressure descended from above the heads of the adventurers.
That head-on force, powerful enough to tear everything apart, completely stunned them in place.
Cold fear surged from everyone's spine straight toward their hearts.
A beast?
No, that was an existence far stronger than any beast.
No living being she had ever encountered could compare to that divine creation in the sky.
At the final moment, even Hera couldn't steady her mind under such immense pressure, her body beginning to tremble.
'Could it be… the one the eldest prince mentioned?'
'The terrifying monster that appeared inside the rift?'
It truly was terrifying.
At some unknown moment, above the surging purple sky, a massive, heavy black shadow burst into view.
It dominated the entire void, violent air currents spiraling around its body.
Its eyes radiated authority, and fierce storms erupted from its nostrils.
That majestic gaze locked firmly onto Viktor.
Or rather, it was staring at the two massive beastly phantoms behind Viktor.
And Viktor, in turn, met its gaze.
As if the two calamity forces within his body had taken form, standing behind him, equally imposing, fearlessly staring back at the enormous black body.
Two overwhelming auras collided violently, thick magic power and crushing pressure exploding outward in all directions.
Storms gathered endlessly around Viktor. His coat whipped wildly as red and green light flickered across it, the patterns gradually flowing onto his skin.
They climbed up from his neck to beneath his eyes.
Those strange markings radiated immense magic power, revealing fury and rage.
Hurricanes carried dust, stirring the purple void and rolling together with the spreading dark clouds.
Suddenly, Doragon moved first.
As if showing off its strength, its body twisted violently in the void above.
Sharp wind pressure vibrated the air, like a blade instantly slicing across Viktor's cheek.
[Air Blade]
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. When everyone came back to their senses, a line of blood had already split open on Viktor's face.
The adventurers had only seen the giant dragon move its body slightly, and droplets of blood had already burst into the air.
"That is… Viktor's blood?"
The adventurers stood frozen, eyes wide open.
That powerful man, the great mage who could evenly match Hera even in close combat, his weakest area, was actually… injured.
And they were all Tier 4.
They hadn't even seen when Viktor had taken that hit.
Viktor glanced at his cheek, feeling the faint warmth spreading across his face.
Injured.
That attack was at a speed no human body could possibly react to.
He lifted his head again, his gaze fixed on the massive beast floating in the sky.
An endless, elongated health bar now appeared before Viktor's eyes.
And along with it, the level slowly surfaced.
[Wind Calamity, Doragon: Lv60]
[Tier 6]
In the early stages of the game, a boss no player could possibly defeat.
Among all calamities, the Wind Calamity was the most free.
Unlike the Fire Calamity, sealed beneath a volcano in slumber, or the Wood Calamity, treated as a living battery by the Mage Capital.
Even though it was no longer at its peak, just its normal state was enough to leave people in awe.
But it was also a Tier-6 boss that Viktor was absolutely capable of defeating while still at Tier 4.
Because of the Wind Calamity's nature.
It didn't possess the terrifying area destruction of the Fire Calamity, nor the overwhelming vitality and recovery of the Wood Calamity.
Doragon's advantage lay in its unrivaled mobility.
Dragging its serpentine body, it could swiftly swim even through space itself.
Every aspect of its growth and form existed solely for extreme speed.
But as a calamity unmatched in speed, if one could restrict the mobility it was so proud of, then… it would become nothing more than a long worm to be slaughtered.
In an instant, Viktor's eyes flared with powerful light.
Veigar had already understood, his eyes glowing with the same radiance.
A faint, nearly invisible thread extended from the raven's body, slowly connecting to Viktor.
[Link Successful]
Feeling the boundless magic power surging through his body like an overwhelming sea, entirely at his command, overflowing magic spilled from him, even spreading across the ground.
The surrounding adventurers also seemed to sense an unusually dense magic presence.
They clutched their chests, as if water were clogging their throats.
Lowering their heads, they struggled to look around.
Their eyes shimmered with shock and madness.
[The Arbiter Who Strips All Phenomena]
One of the Tier-4 mages stared wide-eyed.
He had lived for over a hundred years.
Although he had only stepped into Tier 4 a few years ago, after long training and absorbing endless knowledge, he believed he had become a true Tier-4 mage.
He had even received an invitation from the Mage Capital and become a member of Endymion.
But now, comparing his magic power to Viktor's…
It was like a single drop of water falling into an endless ocean.
He slowly raised his head, the wrinkles on his face tightening as he stared blankly at Viktor.
"So this is… the peak power of the Mage Council."
"One of the Twelve Councilors."
Suddenly, under the influence of the immense magic power, the purple flesh walls began to feel discomfort and slowly started writhing.
Viktor remained expressionless, floating in midair.
The writhing of the ground was caused by Viktor deliberately using magic to stimulate the land to reorganize.
In this abyss, any destroyed terrain would naturally repair itself.
Magic could precisely accelerate that restoration process, and reshape it.
The adventurers stared blankly at Viktor's display.
Including Hera.
"What is he trying to do?"
The rotating patterns in her eyes suddenly contracted, returning to a tightly closed bud, slightly frozen.
"Could it be…"
Under the crowd's confused and shocked gazes, the walls continued to rise, enclosing an enormous open area, cutting everything off from the outside.
The adventurers felt the ground trembling beneath their feet, yet could do nothing.
The flesh-covered land seemed to assemble itself into an arena, even slowly forging spectator stands.
Magic settled the adventurers firmly onto the flesh seats, easing their stiff bodies.
They and Viktor… were not on the same level at all.
At that moment, Hera recalled what Viktor had said earlier.
"He put all of us… in the position of spectators?"
She suddenly looked up, staring at Viktor.
Hera finally realized it.
That proud mage actually intended to solo that terrifying monster.
At this moment, Viktor stood at the center of the arena, floating in midair. He slowly raised a hand and tapped the collar of his coat.
White runes spread across the coat, their light softly brightening as a trail of white smoke drifted through the air.
The next second, a massive white bird appeared out of thin air.
Viktor lightly stepped onto the giant bird's body, a streak of white rising and falling in the sky.
His eyes were completely devoid of emotion as he calmly looked at the constantly rolling dragon.
The instant the giant dragon saw the white bird, its once dignified and steady eyes turned blood-red.
The surrounding airflow began spinning at high speed, as if to cut through everything, spiraling toward the purple void sky.
Whoosh!
Wrapped in a violent storm, gray gloom rose around the dragon.
But before it could even fly a hundred li, a purple membrane appeared above the arena, like some mysterious construct.
Doragon slammed heavily into the barrier.
The purple membrane bent slightly, absorbing the immense force and even rebounding it back onto the dragon's body.
Bang!
Explosive wind pressure pierced straight through the dragon.
Doragon shook its dizzy head, then swung its massive body around.
Its towering tail sliced through the air, blasting out sharp blades of wind as it struck the purple barrier again.
Yet no matter how fierce the attack, it could not break through that strange wall.
It became confused.
As a calamity, it lacked higher reasoning ability and acted purely on instinct.
What lay before it had already surpassed its understanding.
But just as baffled were the adventurers who had become spectators.
Clearly, Viktor could blow open those walls with a single spell, yet this monster couldn't break them?
They would never get their answer.
Because Viktor's confident voice slowly echoed.
"You never should have let anger cloud your eyes."
"You gave up all your advantages and came here on your own to look for me."
Beside him, Veigar let out a playful laugh, calculation flashing in his eyes.
Viktor extended one hand, and Usrrut appeared in his palm.
The moment he grasped the staff, seven-colored magic sprouted like seeds taking root, slowly climbing upward.
Countless formations took shape in midair, intricate and exquisite patterns linking together.
Several formations merged as one, vast magic power continuously bursting forth with tremendous presence.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The magic grew thicker and thicker, the formations expanding wider and wider.
The multicolored light spread, eventually transforming into a divine tree.
At its crown, a cyan moon gently released faint light in all directions.
Buzz!
Ring-shaped arrays began rotating around Viktor, the complex formations no longer limited to the staff.
They appeared around his entire body, the blazing light becoming dazzling beyond measure.
Countless magic circles rotated simultaneously, immense magic power roaring like a vast sea, pouring completely into the ground.
The adventurers were so overwhelmed by the astonishing light that they forgot even to be shocked or think.
At this moment, Viktor's voice sounded as if it came from thousands of miles away, ethereal and calm, "Now…"
"Prepare to kneel."
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