Chapter 153: Using a Cannon to Swat a Mosquito
A golden radiance gradually rose from Viktor's body, a golden-yellow shimr flickering within his eyes.
His aura cycled and surged. The air around him began to tremble continuously, rolling outward like ripples on water.
Feeling the power flowing ceaselessly through his body, Viktor experienced a sense of comfort unlike anything he had ever felt before.
【Viktor Clavena】
Lv: 43—Lv: 45
【Upgrade status active—Ti remaining: 1:59:50】
HP: 16000 5000
【Equipped: Gaia】 / 21000 MP: 17500/19000
An HP value that towered over his MP—sothing difficult to imagine appearing on a Mage.
He took his ti sensing the lightness of his body. Across his attributes, virtually every aspect had received a boost.
Roughly the equivalent of a 2-level increase.
Factoring in his previously accumulated Experience Points, he could use this ability to temporarily reach the attributes of Level 45.
This was Lady Cassana's ability—【Upgrade】.
Only now, it already belonged to Weija.
Even the power of the Inheritance Temple could be stolen by Weija.
Lady Cassana's ability was nothing more than a gift passed down through her thin bloodline of divine heritage.
The warriors looked on as Viktor's presence climbed continuously, trembling where they stood.
The man before them had already been formidable enough. Under Lady Cassana's 【Upgrade】—just how much stronger would he beco?
They didn't dare think about it.
Viktor paid no mind to the warriors' thoughts. He turned and looked down at Elsa, who lay sprawled on the ground.
He bent forward and extended one hand, gripping Elsa's jaw and forcibly tilting her head upward.
Looking at the expression on her face—humiliation, hatred, and bitter defiance all twisted together—he felt not the slightest stir within him.
"So what exactly are you still struggling for, Elsa?"
Viktor's devil-like voice reached Elsa's ears, dismantling her psychological defenses one step at a ti.
"You could sacrifice yourself to save everyone here."
"Or."
"Let everyone here be buried alongside you."
The words had barely fallen when the doors suddenly burst open.
From outside, a fresh wave of warriors ca rushing in.
They were well-equipped—their bodies encased in steel armor threaded with flowing magic, hands gripping Firearms that glead with light.
These strange new things were completely beyond Auréliane's comprehension. She could only watch helplessly as those warriors assembled nearby and leveled those dark, hollow muzzles at Viktor.
A powerfully built man, his body draped in damaged armor, walked slowly through the door.
He was one of the guards from outside—and his body radiated a similarly overwhelming 4th-Tier aura.
Blood Energy seeped gradually from his body, his fra swelling slightly, making him look exactly like a wild beast.
2 powerful auras clashed together, bending the very air around them.
Before long, his gaze swept across the surroundings.
Every one of the first wave of warriors who had co to reinforce—all of them were pinned face-down against the ground, like puppets that had lost their strings, utterly swallowed by the earth.
Lady Cassana's eyes were vacant and unfocused, kneeling blankly where she sat.
Elsa had been seized by the jaw and hoisted by one of Viktor's hands, as though being forced into submission.
Taking in the scene, the man grasped everything that had occurred.
He looked at Viktor, a faint aura of soone powerful radiating from him.
"Viktor Clavena—your cris are beyond redemption! Will you not surrender this instant?!"
He swept a large hand outward, and his subordinates in their well-crafted armor instantly went on full alert. A blue fluorescent glow coursed along the barrels of their Firearms.
"Or do you want to find out what it feels like to be riddled with holes?!"
Viktor didn't turn around. He rely cast a cold sidelong glance back at the warriors poised and ready behind him.
"It seems they've left you no chance to save them."
He lowered his hand, letting Elsa drop lifelessly back into the dirt.
The Coat on his body ignited beneath the trembling golden light, its fierce flas lancing toward the sky—and the red engravings gradually began to glow.
The red engravings climbed slowly across his skin, crossing his shoulders and neck, creeping up around his eyes.
"Then I have no reason to keep playing around with you any longer."
All at once, an aura of staggering power erupted alongside scorching heat, flooding every corner of the space.
Before Viktor had even finished turning around, the 4th-Tier warrior felt an unparalleled sense of crisis and snapped his eyes wide open, barking orders at the soldiers:
"Now! Launch the attack!"
The words barely left his mouth before countless warriors squeezed their triggers, and the sky-reaching blue muzzle flashes erupted in a frenzy.
Endless bullets, laced with faint traces of Magic Power, surged through the air—searing heat and Magic Power mingling together until the atmosphere felt unbearably oppressive.
The blue bullets carved smooth trajectories through the air, screaming toward Viktor at high speed.
But Viktor rely waved a hand, unhurried.
A wall of fla erupted from the ground before him, rising from nothing to stand between him and the volley.
The mont those blue bullets made contact with the wall of fire, they were incinerated completely to powder and scattered into the air.
Yet the warriors did not stop their assault. Whether out of fear or a kind of frenzied excitent, their fervor only burned hotter.
Even the speed at which they reloaded their Firearms picked up considerably.
The muzzle flashes continued. The attack didn't stop for a single mont.
Auréliane crouched behind Viktor, pressing both hands over her ears.
But even with her ears covered, the heaven-shaking noise kept pouring in, unrelenting.
Shock and bewildernt rose in her chest, leaving Auréliane utterly lost.
What on earth were those weapons?
At last, the thick wall of fla seed as though it was about to give out.
The warriors looked as though they had spotted a thread of faint hope, and their commander grew visibly frenzied, shouting:
"Everyone keep going! He can't hold out much longer!"
The raging barrage of bullets hamred the wall of fire in a furious assault. They had no intention of holding back—no concern at all for the ammunition they burned through.
Yet those flas, which had seed on the verge of collapse, held like a wall against all sighs, blocking every single bullet on the outside.
It couldn't be pierced at all!
Only Viktor's voice drifted out from behind the wall of fire, utterly calm.
"And this is what passes for firepower?"
As the words settled, Viktor's movents finally changed.
One hand remained in his pocket. He turned his body sideways, raised the other hand, and pointed his fingers in the shape of a gun.
Sparks of fla seed to flicker at his fingertip.
A complex red formation began to take shape in midair. The intricate, harmonious lines gradually connected with one another, assembling into an extraordinarily precise structure.
Energy began converging toward the center of the formation, point by point of fire spark drawing together.
The flickering fla at the center of the formation grew fiercer and fiercer, faster and faster.
The surrounding air began to ripple and surge. Sparks scattered outward as though unable to contain the force building within.
Elsa raised her head. Being the closest, the sense of crisis she felt was more intense than anyone else's.
All at once, she widened her eyes and cried out urgently:
"Viktor! I agree to—"
"Too late."
A voice of absolute finality sounded in Elsa's ear, cutting off her last words.
She stared in a daze at the glow emanating from Viktor's fingertip, and in a haze, seed to hear a sound.
A low, indifferent murmur.
"Bang."
As the word fell, a line of golden fire shot from Viktor's fingers—like a fla surging from a gun barrel.
Accompanied by a violent sonic boom, in an instant—a savage red radiance, brilliant as the sun itself, swallowed the entire space whole.
A ferocious pillar of fire, like a monstrous beast, surged forward and crashed over the enemy in a torrent.
Tongues of fla danced wildly.
The commander, witnessing this incomparably overwhelming magic, felt his eyes nearly split from their sockets. He scread his orders:
"Defend! Defend now!"
Countless soldiers pushed to the front. From their backs they drew shields threaded with flowing blue Magic Power and planted them before themselves.
A blue light gradually linked them together, and an azure energy do rose slowly from the ground.
【Blue Formation Intercept】
The warriors roared in unison, the enormous barrier bracing itself against the surging wall of fla.
But in the next instant, the raging fire carried within it limitless power—as though it completely devoured that barrier whole.
Savage flas enveloped them entirely, releasing a horrifying crackling sound.
White-hot radiance—like the detonation of a nuclear explosion.
Swallowing every single person present.
【Blazing Severance—Wrath of Extinction】
The surrounding ruins were lit ablaze, smoke and ash rolling thick through the air—and the screams from the enemy ceased abruptly.
Only Viktor remained, still standing in that crimson-brown light. The glow of the flas reflected in his eyes, like a waltz perford by Spirits of Fire.
Auréliane and Elsa, from a position of safety, had watched the entire thing from beginning to end.
In this mont, only one thing remained in their hearts.
Shock.
War Magic.
Neither of them had ever seen any Mage—alone, relying only on themselves—release War Magic of such devastating power with such complete composure.
Elsa's face was dusted with ash. She stared in stunned silence at the flas still rolling forward, consuming everything in their path.
Inside her mind, a single thought had occupied everything.
Awe.
At last, the firelight gradually faded.
And the red engravings on Viktor's body slowly settled as well—his Coat recovered its color, dimming to its usual hue, swaying gently in the wind.
He stood with perfect composure before the enormous pillar of fire, his finger still pointed in the direction of the enemy, as though heralding the arrival of victory.
The pillar of fire dispersed.
And those warriors who had held the front—beneath the ceaselessly surging flas, they had already vanished without a trace.
Vast quantities of Firearms had been lted down by the flas, their red-hot liquid tal pooling on the ground. Even the human bodies had evaporated entirely.
That seemingly impenetrable barrier had only managed to hold off a fraction of the magic's damage.
Many of the warriors still retained the charred upper halves of their bodies.
But from the waist down, they had been reduced to ash in the flas, dissipating in a shower of sparks.
They were dead—leaving behind nothing more than half a corpse.
Those warriors who had only just broken free from Viktor's earlier bindings were imdiately consud by a violent surge of fla—and perished gloriously.
Not even a single complete set of bones remained.
Only the 4th-Tier commander was left, his entire body scorched by the flas, barely clinging to life.
Viktor walked toward him, one step at a ti.
He looked down at him with eyes of absolute indifference.
The man didn't even have ti to beg for rcy.
The next instant.
A tongue of fla flew from Viktor's palm and landed on him.
Slowly consuming the last thread of his life.
Viktor turned away, not sparing another glance at the warrior who had been reduced to ash.
Instead, his gaze moved to Elsa—whose mind had been utterly seized by terror.
His voice drifted out, cold and flat.
"Last chance."
"Swear your loyalty. Or."
"Be buried alongside them."
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