'Terrain Invincibility'.
Within this monster abyss, this is one of the most outstanding characteristics of this land.
The terrain here is not simply a pile of physical matter. Instead, it is more like a living being with its own awareness.
After a certain area is destroyed, given some time, it can automatically repair itself.
Once it is repaired, then for a certain period of time, the abyss terrain's invincibility protection will be triggered.
And now, this enclosed arena.
Is currently in that perfect state of 'terrain invincibility'.
Viktor made use of the terrain mechanics of the monster abyss to build a natural dueling ground between himself and the Wind Calamity.
A naturally bound prison.
All living beings that exist within the barrier are imprisoned inside, unable even to escape.
And within this space, Doragon, whose body could barely stretch out, had already lost all of its advantages.
Its once-proud mobility was greatly weakened.
Along with the magic Viktor gathered and his confidence-filled voice.
Doragon fell into extreme rage.
The dignity that came with being a calamity no longer allowed it to fly into the heavens.
That would be considered fleeing.
It would not flee.
Even if it was completely trapped in a place that imprisoned its freedom.
Facing this existence before it that seemed to share the same origin, it still had confidence that it could crush it into an ant.
Suddenly, the surrounding wind currents gradually came to a halt.
As if the raging storm had been forcibly stopped, the surrounding space became incomparably silent.
Only Viktor's sun-like, multicolored glow continued to flicker in the air.
The adventurers sitting on the stands felt it as well.
It seemed that something was suddenly missing from the surroundings…
The wind.
The wind currents were gone.
The violent winds had inexplicably calmed down.
They didn't know what had happened, but confusion and shock still filled their hearts.
[Storm's Choice]
Just like Guldon and Druja.
This was the passive aura of the Wind Calamity, Doragon.
It allowed the calamity itself to freely control the storms around its body.
On the surface, it seemed extremely calm.
But… it was precisely this harmless breeze that not only greatly increased Doragon's movement speed, but also concealed an extremely terrifying ability.
That was the ability to turn powerful attacks produced by other elements into non-elemental ones.
All kinds of multicolored elements, in front of [Storm's Choice], would only become pure magical bombardment.
Strictly speaking, it also countered Viktor, who possessed calamity power.
Under the storm, all beings are equal.
At this moment, Viktor's eyes flashed with streaks of different colors.
The sky-filled formations stopped rotating, like meteors piercing through the atmosphere, countless seven-colored points of light gathered together.
Magic power burst forth all at once from countless formations.
The giant tree on the staff opened to both sides, and the cyan full moon slowly rose into the sky.
"The will of all living beings, multicolored radiance turns to disdain."
"The joy without suffering, the heavenly kingdom shall fall here."
[War Magic: Sudden Rise of an Alien Star]
Starting with war magic, as a sign of respect.
As his words fell, countless flickering seven-colored starfields seemed to open a giant mouth from the cyan light.
Buzzing vibrations echoed endlessly, beams of extreme light erupted with thunderous sounds, piercing through the purple sky and forcibly tearing open a cross-shaped, multicolored rift.
The powerful, scorching magic made the entire purple land tremble violently.
Like a planet smashing through the void, it slammed fiercely into the dragon's pitch-black, boundless body.
BOOM!
The enormous sphere of light seemed to pour all its magic into its center, completely engulfing the giant dragon.
"Th-that… what is that!?"
"Th-that… can that even be called magic!?"
All the adventurers covered their eyes, as if terrified and trying to avoid something.
Their hearts trembled along with the heavy rhythm, and the muscles in their bodies stiffened instinctively.
Suspended within the light, Doragon suddenly roared toward the sky and the multicolored rift.
Countless pitch-black scales endured that terrifying magic.
As if in an instant, that vast power pierced into the gaps between the scales.
Allowing the intense multicolored brilliance to completely engulf it.
BOOM!
In an instant, the world drowned in pure white, and everything around became utterly silent.
Breathing and heartbeats completely vanished.
The adventurers sitting on the stands curled up together, their eyes filled with overwhelming fear.
The light quickly reached the edge of the purple barrier, but the next second.
The powerful impact rebounded through the soft purple surface, crashing back into Doragon's body once more.
Hera felt the intense heat and thick magic gradually moving away from her.
Only then did she slowly open her eyes.
The spectator seats that had been created for them.
Seemed to have become a method he had specifically prepared to face that monster.
Fortunately, staying in the spectator seats.
At least they wouldn't be threatened with death.
At the same time, within the smoke and dust, a massive black figure suddenly charged out.
The black scales covering its entire body gradually faded from red.
Those scales, as hard as giant rocks, began to glow with faint, multicolored light, shimmering as it flowed.
Its huge, endless body rolled continuously through the sky, its speed instantly bursting to the extreme, tearing through space.
A thin layer of white wind clung to the dragon's body, and the blurred black shadow began to rapidly circle throughout the entire arena.
Seeing that it could still move normally, the adventurers' eyes widened.
'That monster, under such terrifying magical assault, hasn't been affected at all?'
'How is that possible!?'
Of course, only Viktor knew that his magic had indeed taken effect.
It was just that his opponent was a calamity.
The effect wouldn't be too obvious.
As a calamity, even the Wind Calamity, the frailest among them, had a health bar that stretched for thousands of miles.
On top of that, the level gap between Viktor and Doragon was far too large, and the powerful wind currents surrounding it blocked much of the damage.
At the very least, wanting to stop Doragon from moving.
That was still far too early.
The first war magic was nothing more than an appetizer.
Viktor tightly gripped his staff, looking at Doragon freely soaring before him, without the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes.
"So the attributes gap is still too big, huh."
After all, it was a level 60 world boss unit. Even though Viktor had challenged it countless times, the gap in raw attributes was indeed hard to make up.
"Then…"
Viktor slowly raised the staff in his hand, and streams of light began to glow around him.
[Mana Boost Max]
[Blessing of the Spellcaster]
[All Attributes Boost (Advanced)]
[Lethal Tempo]
[Absolute Focus]
[Last Stand]
[Transcendence]
[Magic Penetration]
[Spatial Acceleration]
[Blessing of the Wind Spirit (Resistance Boost)]
One by one, cyan lotus flowers suddenly bloomed. At this moment, he looked like a god standing at the center of a lake.
Threads of magic climbed up his shoulders along his windbreaker, and Viktor could clearly feel powerful energy surging into his body.
Flashes of light passed through his eyes as powerful buffs appeared one after another beneath his status bar.
The adventurers watching the battle couldn't help but stare at Viktor in shock.
Watching Viktor continuously apply buffs to himself, they were completely dumbfounded.
You had to know, this was during combat.
He could still spare the effort to cast buff spells.
'Th-this… is he even human?'
Sure enough, buffing oneself right in front of a monster was itself an act of provocation.
Watching Viktor's buffs light up one after another, rage surged from Doragon's heart, its scales clattering loudly.
It coiled its massive body as countless transparent wind blades tore through the entire space.
Its gigantic tail ripped open space as it lashed toward Viktor.
Viktor, still calmly applying buffs to himself, carefully observed the trajectories of the incoming blades and deftly avoided them.
The immense pressure carried by the giant tail was also easily resolved, his agile movements perfectly dodging the dense barrage.
Familiar with every attack that was about to come.
He was like a soul dancer leaping through the air.
But Doragon didn't stop attacking because Viktor kept evading. Instead, it grew even more violent.
Streams of wind arrows pierced through the void, striking at Viktor's vital points from behind.
In an instant, all the adventurers watching had their hearts in their throats.
But Viktor seemed to have anticipated this situation long ago, the corner of his cold mouth lifting slightly.
"Sorry."
"Too late."
As his words fell, the Viktor who had been standing on the giant bird was suddenly shattered into pieces.
Fragments of broken wood drifted through the air.
Everyone saw clearly that the Viktor in the sky had somehow turned into a decoy.
Then where was the real Viktor?
At some point, Viktor stood high in another part of the sky, one hand gripping the staff, while the other held a crown with a pulsating purple heart.
He slowly lifted the crown, glowing with golden light, and placed it onto the staff.
A chanting voice echoed leisurely.
"The vile beast of the void scorns all sickness and suffering."
As he spoke, faint purple smoke drifted from Viktor's body.
His eyes were calm as he slowly walked through the air.
"Not coveting the countless bestowed blessings."
Each line of the chant felt incomparably profound, as if it came from the silent void itself.
Doragon continued to attack relentlessly, but countless wind blades and violent gusts were like toys.
The moment they approached Viktor, they easily collapsed under his all-encompassing defense.
Doragon's figure also moved at high speed through space, but Viktor, fully buffed, seemed even faster than Doragon.
Yet Viktor knew this was only because he had completely seen through Doragon's attack trajectories.
[Second-Tier Magic: Black Smoke Flash]
As the words fell, the giant dragon's rolling body passed straight through Viktor.
But all that remained was a surging cloud of black smoke.
"Devouring the form of heaven and earth, breaking through the flower bud."
The instant Viktor's chant fully ended.
Exactly five seconds had passed.
At this moment, a sound like a beating heart echoed, thump, thump.
Everyone present was shaken to the core, covering their ears as if resisting the thunderous sound with all their might.
"The piercing howl from the void."
Imperial Artifact: [The Remnant Beast That Detests Pain]
Whoosh!
A deep purple rift suddenly appeared, countless sharp claws emerging from nothing. Accompanied by purple light, they forcibly tore open a rolling, void-filled gate.
A distant palace seemed to collapse behind the gate, countless eyes staring at the outside sky, squeezing out sharp, mocking laughter.
All the bodies emerged from behind the gate, the ruined palace collapsing again amid deep, heart-like rhythms.
Stone slabs carved with strange patterns floated into view, towering pillars began to grow skin.
Chunks of flesh began to reorganize behind the pair of floating giant hands, fully forming a colossal demonic beast.
Rolling purple energy poured out all at once, surrounding runes beginning to flow.
Masses of black completely blocked the massive gate, as a giant eye revealed itself before everyone.
Yet within that eyeball were countless pupils, and within those pupils seemed to writhe fine, greedy tentacles, stirring restlessly in boundless darkness.
Standing before that overwhelming void monstrosity, Viktor looked like an evil god descending upon the world.
He looked at Doragon's body, now unable to remain calm, and revealed a serene smile.
"This is the gift I prepared for you."
"Gaze upon this abyss."