During the calamity battle, Viktor stood in place, completely unmoving.
He quietly watched the extremely intense fight not far away, as if there were no ripples in his heart at all.
In reality, the two calamities he summoned were not the original Guldon and Druja.
They were merely manifestations of the calamity magic power within him.
Their purpose was simply to help Viktor draw aggro.
He stayed in the corner, calmly watching the three colossal beasts battle Doragon together.
Although the void construct had suffered heavy damage, as long as Viktor himself was not injured, it would never disappear.
So from the very beginning, Doragon's choice of target had been wrong.
Viktor's goal, from start to finish, was only one thing.
That was a quick battle and a quick finish.
This was the most effective way to deal with Doragon's second phase.
Doragon, while within Storm's Choice, would continuously reclaim the storms in the space and use them all to increase its own speed.
And this drawn-out battle had already lasted close to an entire day.
During this time, Doragon had absorbed an enormous amount of wind elements.
Even the solid defenses formed by those terrifying tentacles could not withstand the powerful impact produced by its astonishing speed.
On top of that, the "terrain invincibility" mechanic of the surrounding walls would only last for 24 hours.
Before long, that mechanic would disappear.
Doragon would break free from this space and return to the skies of the world.
At that point, Viktor would have absolutely no chance of winning.
Before the end of this one-day window, he had to defeat this world-level boss.
Therefore, he also needed time.
At this moment, Doragon's speed was becoming faster and faster.
Within this extremely narrow space, even while being bound inside it, that streak of white seemed to flash about like a ray of light.
Its figure darted back and forth endlessly, accompanied by repeated sonic booms.
That high-speed afterimage continuously swept past Druja's body, leaving one white wound after another across the massive green form.
Violent storms constantly formed vortices, completely restraining Druja's body.
A faint blue light rose in Viktor's eyes, and the same strange glow lit up in Vega's gaze as well.
"But I'm ready too."
Vega, who had regained some of its power after gaining a large number of followers was Viktor's only chance of victory against the Calamity of Wind.
Under everyone's gaze, Viktor finally made a move.
He slowly raised his staff, and one obscure incantation after another flowed from his mouth.
"[Those who do not love Jehovah's law, yet are planted by the World Tree beside rivers poured back from the heavens]"
"[The gods tear apart the shackles of mortals, the color of divine music descends upon boundless filth...]"
Along with the complex and unfamiliar chanting, a massive formation began to take shape behind Viktor.
Several circular rings started to rotate together. White radiance spread alongside countless runes, and a pure white body slowly emerged from a dim, transparent lake.
One hand propped up a giant tree, while the other seemed to support a rigid chain.
The giant tree slowly leaned toward the chain, which instantly wrapped around the trunk, as if holding it up and suspending the half-fallen tree in midair.
Those flawless eyes slowly lifted their lids, and a hazy light gradually surfaced.
[War Magic: Trapped in the Pity of Mortals]
Waves of vast magic power slammed continuously into the narrow space.
White light gradually covered everything. Even the ground seemed to begin trembling, as if it were being pierced by something incomparably pure, writhing wildly.
But before the magic could be released, Viktor raised his staff again and began a new round of chanting.
"[Stardust hanging in the universe shall respond to a tranquil call]"
"[Souls wandering in the void pray for whispered redemption of all things]"
Silver dust, shaped like song, slowly drifted down from above, gradually gathering around Viktor.
It was like a musical score forming in midair, playing an ethereal prelude.
[War Magic: Whisper of the Stars]
More and more spells began to gather within the narrow space. Dense momentum wrapped around Viktor again and again.
Magic formations also gathered around him, but none were released.
The adventurers stared at Viktor, feeling the terrifying reflux of magic power spread across the entire land.
"He… what exactly is he doing!?"
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth…
Countless war magics kept stacking on top of each other, yet none of them erupted.
[Silver Dust Buried Beneath the World Tree]
[Summoning of Grieving Souls]
[Crying at the Place Where the River Flows Back]
Bursts of fierce and prolonged magic power gradually accumulated, and the powerful presence surged madly.
The old mage sitting in the stands suddenly began to tremble, as if he had realized something.
"Could it be… he's planning to..."
The surrounding adventurers were still confused and turned their gazes toward the mage.
They too felt the constantly rising terrifying aura and suppressed the shock in their hearts as they asked him, "Walt, do you know something?"
The mage stroked his slender beard, his eyes flashing with awe.
"You should know that within magic, there exists a kind of spell whose range and power exceed ordinary magic by several times, even dozens of times."
"This kind of magic is called, war magic."
War magic itself requires an enormous amount of magic power to be released.
Generally speaking, war magic requires a large number of mages to cast together.
After all, it needs at least more than ten spells of the same tier to coordinate and synchronize their frequencies in order to form such powerful magic.
The adventurers listened and nodded, half understanding.
The mage looked at the formations erupting nonstop around Viktor and continued, "However, even war magic has its tiers."
War magic formed with fourth-tier magic power is fourth-tier war magic.
Likewise, war magic led by third-tier mages is third-tier war magic.
But when mages use war magic together, they usually don't deliberately emphasize the tier.
Because even at third tier, as long as there's enough time, enough mages, and enough magic power, even fourth-tier war magic might not be able to withstand it.
Because war magic itself emphasizes the word 'war.'
In war, the larger the range and the higher the damage of a spell, the more it can turn the tide of battle.
"But…"
"The man we're looking at right now."
"Every single spell he's chanting has reached the magic power level of war magic."
"And… he's a fourth-tier mage."
As soon as these words fell, all the adventurers froze.
'Every hidden spell was war magic?'
'Where was he getting that much magic power from?'
'And most importantly, what was he preparing so many war magics for?'
The mage slowly raised his head, looking at the awe-inspiring divine dragon dominating the sky.
There was sorrow in his eyes.
"Yes…"
"Ten spells of the same tier can form a powerful war magic."
"So what kind of thing would ten war magics of the same tier combine into?"
No one could give them an answer.
But they were about to witness it firsthand.
A shocking scene that would overturn the entire mage world.
Viktor's body began to tremble slightly as a massive ring formed by ten war magics appeared behind him.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The magic power in the space began to expand wildly, mysterious sounds ringing out.
The air itself seemed thick enough to squeeze, overflowing with dense magic power.
The space became somewhat unreal, twisting together as the magic power approached total loss of control.
That terrifying pressure pinned everything around it firmly in place.
Doragon finally sensed the danger, but before this, it had been constantly harassed by the three powerful monsters Viktor summoned and had no time to deal with Viktor at all.
As a result, it ultimately ignored the human who seemed to have the weakest and smallest presence.
That power about to erupt, like a god.
Doragon finally remembered to attack Viktor. Golden light flashed in its eyes as the surrounding storms gathered, and its extreme speed exploded instantly.
But in the next second, enormous trees suddenly burst from the flesh-covered ground, trying to break through the barrier and intercept Doragon's path of attack.
Vast forests erupted from the earth, completely blocking the omnipresent wind currents.
[All Things of the Forest]
The instant its attack was blocked, Doragon lifted its head and let out a furious roar.
Suddenly, flames ignited from within the trees and gradually spread outward.
Violent pillars of fire erupted frequently from the ground, completely setting the trees ablaze.
The fire climbed upward, inflicting unbearable scorching pain upon Doragon.
[Severed Flame's Hatred]
The colossal being, already bursting with blood across its body, did not forget its mission.
All the holes on its face gathered toward the center, and the broken tentacles also extended into those openings.
A massive eyeball suddenly appeared, wide open and gathering golden light.
As if in the next moment it would completely tear apart Doragon's storm barrier.
At this moment, the three colossal beasts fully unleashed all their power, buying Viktor the final moments of time.
The Calamity of Wind had nowhere to escape. It fled in all directions but could not break free from the encirclement of greenery.
It could not stop the flames from clinging to it, nor could it withstand the golden beam that seemed capable of dismantling everything.
And then, high above the sky, several rotating silver spells finally combined together.
At this moment, that enormous pure white body was covered in stars and translucent souls.
Rivers coiled around it and flowed upward into the sky, while both hands held a tree supported by chains.
Souls seemed to leap continuously from the river, wailing as they formed spiraling streaks of white.
Behind the silver humanoid figure, it was as if a sky glowing with white light appeared, slowly covering the originally purple land.
Azure light poured down from the heavens, and a warm presence gradually wrapped around everyone's bodies.
Soothing songs and ethereal, continuous prayers rang out, as if guiding the lost souls struggling in the river.
The white holy giant opened its eyes, and within its pupils, countless worlds seemed to revolve endlessly.
Blazing beams of light burst forth, tearing apart everything beneath the rift space.
As Viktor's final chant echoed, judgment-like power descended clearly upon the mortal realm.
Buzz!
As if out of mercy.
Illuminating that brilliant, yet utterly shattered world.
"[Super-Tier Magic: Silver Daylight: Tears of the World, Heavenly Radiance]"
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