The Wind Calamity floating in midair reacted, surging with storms and completely blasting apart the remaining magic insects clinging to its body.
But everything was already too late.
As if magic power were constantly gathering, the enormous eye of that terrifying giant poured countless strands of golden energy into the holes spewing purple smoke.
Powerful magic began to concentrate inside its head, continuously swelling from the mouth that dragged out those crying sounds.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Bursts of bell-like tolls rang out intermittently.
In that instant, dense and intense golden beams of light, accompanied by sharp vibrations, violently tore through everything as they erupted. Even the void ripped open in space became unstable and swayed.
A massive golden pillar of light seemed to pierce through the surrounding air, attacking Doragon's huge body.
But then...
At that very moment, Doragon's entire body swelled, and countless black scales rolled like waves.
A gigantic cannon filled with white light suddenly exploded out from its mouth, bursting forth with a powerful compressed storm.
[Aerial Detonation]
Under that sky-piercing wind cannon, the flesh-covered ground began to shake madly, as if it could not bear such terrifying pressure.
In an instant! Two terrifying forces collided head-on. The overwhelming aura and blazing white light that burst out seemed ready to completely drown everything.
Sharp shockwaves kept slicing black blood from the flesh-covered ground, and the powerful pressure even tore open a gap in the purple sky.
But clearly, the Wind Calamity's heavy cannon seemed to have the upper hand.
That massive, sky-covering white sphere pressed the golden light down firmly, the balance of power starting to tilt toward the Wind Calamity.
Viktor understood this well. After all, the calamity before them had already reached level sixty.
Even if direct attacks were not the Wind Calamity's strong point, the gap in levels still made the difference obvious.
However…
Viktor raised his staff once more, and a white formation took shape in midair.
The complex hexagram began to rotate in the air, with three curved arc patterns embedded within it.
At the center, a god shaped like a giant eagle extended one arm and slowly pointed toward the golden light.
Viktor smiled calmly, looking utterly confident.
"Don't forget."
"I never said I was a summoner."
As his words fell, the entire space began to tremble under the fierce clash of power.
That godlike giant hand tapped lightly in the air, and a thin stream of magic climbed along the giant creature's tentacles, seeping into the hollow eye sockets.
With the boost of powerful magic, the golden beam seemed to widen by a circle, its immense impact forcing the white giant sphere back a few steps.
A contemptuous smile tugged at Viktor's lips.
"Not enough?"
"Then let's add a bit more."
[Fourth-Tier Magic: Manifestation of the Forest Folk's Breath]
As the magic array lit up, a lush green glow emerged in the air.
That verdant green slowly dripped down toward the ground.
Like an ocean suspended in midair, it then slammed heavily into the purple flesh-covered earth.
A chaotic, trembling green formation was slowly etched out from the ground, its triangular outline gradually taking shape.
From the earth, a shocking, overwhelming surge of magic power burst forth.
That green magic began to flow slowly, gradually merging into the terrifying creature's body already covered in golden light.
The next second, the golden light exploded violently, even completely swallowing the white storm sphere.
The Wind Calamity was still blasting powerful gusts from its mouth.
But it could see that its advantage was actually beginning to collapse.
It suddenly widened its eyes, and in the final moment, the white giant sphere completely shattered.
A violent shockwave instantly swept over everything.
Letting the towering golden light completely wrap its terrifying, sky-covering body.
The swirling storms around it were like paper under that golden light, utterly unable to withstand it, and were completely pierced through.
The light pierced through the dark, damaged scales and slammed straight into the dragon's body.
"Roar!"
Doragon roared in pain, feeling tearing and piercing agony spread across its body as it let out a furious howl.
In just the blink of an eye, the Wind Calamity's health dropped to around twenty percent.
Viktor knew this very clearly.
Being able to gain such an advantage was entirely due to the surrounding terrain, which had greatly restricted the Wind Calamity's movement paths.
If the terrain were fully open, Doragon would have already fled, looking for another chance to ambush and strike again.
When it came to guerrilla warfare, no existence could compare to Doragon.
As the incarnation of wind, it was like a raging gale, formless and traceless. Its powerful mobility allowed it to swiftly travel across the world.
Gathering storms in the shadows, then delivering terrifying blows to its enemies.
But within the terrain Viktor had deliberately prepared for it, it was forced to fight head-on.
And that was exactly what Viktor wanted.
Two against one, the advantage is mine.
The adventurers' minds were completely blank.
The burly man carrying a giant axe mechanically turned his head and asked the mage beside him.
"Walt, aren't you also a fourth-tier mage? Could you do that?"
"..."
The old mage glanced at the burly man, snorted lightly, and couldn't be bothered to explain.
At this moment, Hera was also staring fixedly at the battle before her, her entire body trembling.
Not from fear, and not from dread.
But from excitement.
She buried her head in her arms, her eyes wide open in the darkness beneath them.
The patterns in her eyes even began to lose coordination, crazily shifting and changing.
From her throat came a strange, tingling sound.
"So amazing… so amazing…"
Nearly irrational cries of fanatical worship rang sharply from her mouth.
"Viktor Clavenna… he is absolutely the one I've been looking for."
"Strong, handsome, mysterious… yes, it can only be him."
She suddenly lifted her head, her body going rigid, her eyes locked tightly onto the sky.
She wrapped her arms fully around herself, grinning with a mouth stretched almost to her ears as she laughed maniacally.
Her face gradually flushed red, and the patterns in her eyes seemed to start weaving dark, heart-shaped designs.
"No matter what, I must obtain..."
"His seed."
However, Viktor did not hear this dangerous declaration.
He was completely focused, lifting his head and coldly looking at Doragon.
The massive dragon before him was covered in wounds, and many of its scales had fallen off.
Yet its eyes still revealed a sense of majesty and terror.
Viktor stared at it intently, his indifferent voice slowly sounding out, "You still haven't realized where you lost."
"But."
Viktor raised his staff, and a powerful surge of magic instantly burst forth.
His coat flapped wildly. In midair, even stronger patterns once again released their light.
He looked expressionlessly at the dragon.
"It's time to give that girl back to me."
Doragon instantly widened its eyes, as if it couldn't accept this at all. It violently raised its dragon head and let out another deafening roar toward the sky.
A dragon's cry swept through the air, mixed with hatred, humiliation, and pain.
In that moment, all of it intertwined completely.
The surrounding aura began to collapse bit by bit.
The vast and heavy winds and clouds at this instant completely submerged the surrounding space.
The howling wind carried fragments of black metal as it spun endlessly, like blades capable of cutting through everything as they danced.
Viktor narrowed his eyes, as if he had long expected this scene.
Every calamity possessed its own second form.
Doragon was no exception.
Its body became wrapped in astonishingly powerful air currents, as if it could sweep away everything around it.
A new batch of scales grew across its body, but after being eroded by storms and carved by the fragment-filled gales, those scales took on an even more magnificent and dazzling cloud-white color.
Within the raging, rotating wind, it was as if a smooth current passed through, and Doragon rode the airflow as it fully transformed.
The wind condensed into long bands of interwoven silver-white and gold. The fangs at the corners of its mouth jutted out clearly, extending like a pair of silver moons guarding it.
The surrounding air currents followed the dragon's scales and fur, becoming even more turbulent.
The second form of the Wind Calamity.
[Sky's Gravekeeper]
Its oppressive presence intensified further, swallowing everything around it.
Under the raging winds, the white dragon looked even more like the true incarnation of wind!
The adventurers' hearts chilled, but immediately after, Viktor gave a cold smile, raised his head, and confidently looked at the transformed roaming dragon in the sky.
"Playing tricks? You think you're the only one who can?"
The moment his words fell, two streaks of red and green light flashed instantly from his coat, completely swallowing the purple sky.
[Lava Stance]
[Flourish: Complete Form]
Two forces erupted at once. Flames and molten lava surged upward along with lush green forests, and the purple flesh seemed to feel pain, beginning to contract slightly.
A terrifying pressure weighed down on everyone's shoulders. Heavy elements surged violently, crashing into their already stunned bodies.
Wave after wave of rising momentum made everyone's hearts tremble nonstop, heavy and oppressive.
Finally, amid these constant upheavals, they witnessed a scene that would shake them for a lifetime.
From the rolling lava, a colossal beast covered in red molten patterns and flames slowly rose, opening a deep abyssal maw filled with fangs as it stepped into the magma.
Within the newly risen forest, another green, multi-eyed giant burst through the trees, tearing free from layers of vines and standing atop the dense woods.
Their bodies were laden with terrifying magic power, and it was precisely this sea-like surge of magic that made their forms real.
Not only the adventurers, even that creature itself, upon seeing those two equally astonishing giant beasts, had its cloud-white scales and fur instantly bristle.
As if it had seen something it could hardly believe.
At this moment, three completely different colossal beasts stood behind Viktor.
And he stood calmly at the very front, staff in hand.
A bright star gradually lit up, piercing through the purple sky and revealing a constantly contracting void-black hole.
Amid the confident rise and fall of his words, "Now, we've played enough."