Chapter 183: Brave and Strong, Always Ready to Help!
The Calamity of Wind, floating in midair, snapped back to awareness and surged a storm across its body, blasting away the remaining Void Insects clinging to it.
But it was already too late.
As though Magic Power continued to gather, the colossal entity's enormous eyes channeled countless golden streams of breath into the orifices spewing purple smoke.
Trendous Magic Power began pooling inside the skull, swelling and expanding from that wailing, tear-wracked maw.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Waves of bell-like tolls rang out in broken succession.
【Agonized Shriek】
In that instant, an intensely dense golden beam of light tore through everything alongside a piercing shockwave, erupting outward, and even the void rifts carved into the surrounding space began to tremble and sway.
The towering golden pillar of light seed to pierce through the surrounding air, hurtling toward Dorakon's massive body.
But then—
In that very instant, Dorakon's entire body swelled, and countless black scales began to churn like rolling waves.
A massive cannon brimming with white radiance burst violently from its maw, erupting forward as a compressed storm of trendous force.
【Aerial Detonation】
Beneath that wind-cannon that rose like a pillar holding up the sky, the fleshy terrain began to shake wildly, as though unable to bear the terrifying pressure.
In an instant! 2 overwhelming forces collided, and the surging aura of the blast along with the blazing white light seed poised to swallow everything completely.
The sharp shockwave slashed black streaks of blood across the fleshy terrain, and the imnse pressure even tore a gash through the purple sky.
But clearly, the Calamity of Wind's heavy cannon had the edge.
The massive white sphere that blotted out the sky pressed the golden light down hard, and the balance of force seed to tilt toward the Calamity of Wind's side.
Viktor understood. After all, the Calamity before him had already reached Level 60.
Even if direct frontal assault wasn't the Calamity of Wind's strength, the gap in levels still made the difference obvious.
But……
Viktor raised his staff once more, and a white Formation took shape in the air.
The intricate hexagram began to revolve in midair, 3 curved arcs of pattern inlaid across its upper portion.
At its center, a divine entity shaped like a great eagle extended one arm, slowly pointing toward the golden light.
Viktor smiled calmly, projecting absolute confidence.
"Don't forget."
"I never said I was a summoner."
As the words fell, the entire space began to buckle under the relentless assault.
The divine-seeming giant hand made a single point in the air, and a sliver of sharp Magic Power climbed up along the colossal entity's tentacles, seeping into those hollow eye sockets.
Bolstered by the powerful magic, the golden beam seed to widen by a full degree, and the surging force pressed the white sphere back several notches.
The corner of Viktor's mouth curved into a contemptuous smile.
"Still not enough?"
"Then let's add a little more."
【4th-Tier Magic: Manifestation of the Forest Folk's Breath】
As the Formation lit up, a lush green radiance drifted into the air.
That streak of verdant green slowly descended toward the ground.
Like a vast ocean suspended in midair, it then crashed down hard onto the purple fleshy terrain.
A chaotically trembling green Formation was slowly etched across the ground, its triangular outline gradually erging.
From the ground, a torrential surge of astonishing Magic Power erupted skyward.
The green magic began to flow slowly, gradually rging into the body of that terrifying entity suffused with golden light.
The next second, the golden light exploded outward, swallowing even the massive white storm sphere whole.
The Calamity of Wind continued blasting its powerful wind cannon from its maw.
But it could see it now—its advantage was crumbling.
It snapped its eyes wide open, and in that final mont, the white sphere shattered completely.
The fierce shockwave swept through everything in an instant!
The towering golden light engulfed its sky-blotting, terrifying body entirely.
The swirling storms encircling it crumbled like paper beneath that golden radiance, pierced clean through.
【Magic Penetration】
The light stabbed through the dark, damaged scales and drove straight into the dragon's body.
"Roarrr!"
Dorakon howled in pain, a shrieking roar tearing from it as it felt the ripping, stabbing agony radiating across its body.
In the blink of an eye, the Calamity of Wind's HP had dropped to roughly 20%.
Viktor understood clearly.
Being able to gain this much of an advantage was entirely thanks to the surrounding terrain, which had severely restricted Dorakon's movent.
If the terrain were fully open, Dorakon would have already fled by now, circling back to ambush from a new angle.
In guerrilla warfare, nothing in existence could match Dorakon.
As an incarnation of wind, it moved like a gale—formless and traceless—its trendous maneuverability letting it dart across the world in an instant.
Gathering storms in the shadows, delivering a devastating blow to its enemies.
But within this terrain Viktor had specially prepared for it, Dorakon was forced into a direct confrontation.
And so, it had fallen right into Viktor's hands.
2 against 1—the advantage was his.
The minds of the Adventurers had gone completely blank.
The brawny man shouldering the great axe chanically turned his head and asked the mage beside him.
"Wolt, aren't you a 4th-Tier Mage too? Could you do that?"
"……"
The old mage glanced at the brawny man, let out a soft scoff, and couldn't be bothered to explain.
At this mont, Hera was also fixed on the battle before her, her entire body trembling.
Not from fear. Not from dread.
From excitent.
She buried her face between her arms, her eyes wide open in the darkness beneath them.
The patterns in her eyes had even begun to lose their usual coherence, shifting and rearranging in frantic configurations.
From her throat ca a strange sound—a tingling, buzzing hum.
"So amazing……so amazing……"
Fervent, near-delirious cries of adoration rang out from her lips in sharp succession.
"Viktor Clavena……he is absolutely the one I've been looking for."
"Powerful, stunning, mysterious……yes, it can only be him."
She jerked her head up, her body rigid, eyes locked on the sky.
Both arms wrapped completely around herself as she split into a wide grin—so wide it nearly reached her ears—laughing with wild abandon.
Her complexion gradually flushed deep red, and the patterns in her eyes seed to weave themselves into dark heart shapes.
"No matter what, I must obtain—"
"His seed."
That dangerous declaration, however, Viktor did not hear.
He was wholly focused, his gaze lifted coldly toward Dorakon.
The dragon before him was covered in wounds, many of its scales having fallen away.
Yet its eyes still radiated an aura of dignity and terror.
Viktor stared it down, his detached voice rising slowly:
"You don't seem to have realized yet where you went wrong."
"But."
Viktor raised his staff, and a surge of intense Magic Power erupted from it in an instant.
His Coat whipped wildly in the air, and in the space above him, the patterns blazing with even greater intensity released their light once more.
He looked at the dragon with an expressionless face.
"It's ti to give that girl back to ."
Dorakon's eyes snapped wide open instantly, as though utterly unable to accept what it had heard, and it jerked its dragon head skyward, letting out another trendous roar toward the sky.
A dragon's cry rang out—laced with hatred, humiliation, and pain.
In that mont, all of it twisted together completely.
The surrounding aura began to fracture gradually.
That vast, deep stormcloud completely subrged the surrounding space in an instant.
The howling gale carried black tal fragnts in a relentless spiral, moving like blades that cut through all things.
Viktor narrowed his eyes, seeming to have anticipated this scene long ago.
Every Calamity possessed its own 2nd phase.
Dorakon was no exception.
Its body was wrapped in breathtakingly powerful currents of air, as though capable of swallowing everything nearby.
A fresh coat of scales regrew across its body, but after being carved by the storm's erosion and the sculpting of the gale of fragnts, those scales began to take on a more radiant and stunning cloud-white.
Within the raging, swirling wind, sothing like a thread of clear current seed to flow through it—Dorakon rode the breath of the storm and transford completely.
The wind beca silver-white and gold-intertwined ribbons, the fangs at the corners of its mouth jutting out noticeably, extending forward, like a pair of silver crescent moons standing guard on either side.
The currents around it yielded to the dragon's scales and mane, growing ever more turbulent.
The Calamity of Wind's 2nd phase.
【Skyborne Tomb-Guardian】
Its oppressive pressure grew several degrees heavier, swallowing everything in its vicinity.
Amid the wind-breath, the white dragon looked far more like a true incarnation of wind.
The hearts of the Adventurers sank, yet Viktor only smiled coldly, raising his gaze to et the dragon that had completed its transformation in the sky above.
"Putting on a show? Did you think you were the only one who could?"
The instant the words fell, 2 streaks of light—one red, one green—flashed from his Coat, swallowing the purple sky whole.
【Lava Form】
【Lush Complete Form】
2 forces detonated simultaneously. Blazing lava and a canopy of deep green forest surged from the ground, and the purple fleshy terrain seed to recoil in pain, contracting ever so slightly.
A terrifying oppression pressed down on everyone's shoulders, heavy and tumultuous elents raging and crashing against their already-dazed bodies.
Wave after wave of surging presence shook the hearts of the onlookers relentlessly, smothering them with a crushing weight.
At last, amid all these cascading upheavals, they witnessed a scene that would shake them for the rest of their lives.
Within the rolling lava, a colossal beast veined with red lava patterns and wreathed in fla slowly rose and stepped into the molten sea, its abyssal maw bristling with fangs.
From the newly risen thicket, another great green many-eyed giant burst through the forest, tearing apart layer after layer of vine and standing atop the dense canopy.
Their bodies were cloaked in layer upon layer of terrifying Magic Power—it was this ocean-like surge of Magic Power that rendered their forms into reality.
Not only the Adventurers—even when Dorakon itself beheld those 2 equally colossal beasts, the cloud-white scales and mane across its body stood on end in an instant.
As though it had laid eyes on sothing it found nearly impossible to believe.
In this mont, 3 entirely distinct colossal beasts stood behind Viktor.
And he stood calmly at the front, staff in hand.
A bright scattering of starlight began to glow, piercing through the purple sky, revealing a steadily contracting void of black.
As his confident words rose and fell,
"Now, I'd say we've had enough fun.
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