For the audience in the arena, the intensity of this relaxation show is a little too much.

The dark clouds were as gloomy as ink, rendered into a colorful puzzle in the blink of an eye by the glow of different colors of magic.

Unbridled arcs of electricity, scorching flames, air-devouring tornadoes, and mysterious arcane energy all intertwine and bloom on the surface of the Heavenly Dome.

Above the plain, the high-altitude area within a radius of thousands of meters has become a stage for the two great magisters to compete in skills.

Younas was suspended in the air, his black robe hunting, his whole body shrouded in a dark red mist, and the speeding air could not make his body jolt even a bit.

The dark red magic crystal floating in his hand was the energy center of the [Natural Calamity] circle.

And what powers the crystals is the dark portal in the distant valley that continuously releases the breath of the abyss.

Using the original magic crystals in the arena, Younas conceived this ingenious design to connect the two magic circles together, which can not only maintain the operation of the [Natural Disaster], but also ensure its own safety and flexibility.

He only needs to hold the crystal, and he can control the [Scourge] at the bottom of the arena in any corner within the area of influence of the dark gate's aura.

Half an hour ago, he stood above the heavenly dome, staring with admiration at the purgatory-like arena at his feet.

What a masterpiece!

Even Younas couldn't help but applaud his genius.

Years ago, when he was studying in the City of Daybreak, he tried to put this idea into practice, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity.

But now it's different.

As early as the time of the Scourge launch, he had been keeping an eye on the top floor of the tower.

To his surprise, His Majesty the Emperor did not leave in the first place on a griffin.

If the Emperor did this, Younas would use his magic to knock the griffon down, and no one would be able to save him at a height of thousands of meters.

It's a pity that the Emperor didn't act according to the script he expected, but wisely chose to stay on the top floor of the tower.

That's when [Nightmare] came in.

"It's okay, you don't have to live half an hour more. Younas sneered, even if [Nightmare] would be entangled by Fastia for a while and a half, and he couldn't kill the Emperor, Younas would find an opportunity to help him mend the knife.

What's more, there is also Tishmar, the Great Lord of the Abyss, on the plains.

It was a terrifying existence comparable to an entire legion.

To Younas's delight, his other target, the little guy named Constantine, was still in the arena.

Just as Younas was about to make a move, an old mage who exuded powerful magic appeared in front of him.

Othello looked haughty, dressed in a gorgeous purple mage robe embroidered with a fine golden pattern, and held a precious staff in his hand.

The body of the staff, which is more than a meter long, is made of rare purple shirt wood worth tens of thousands of gold coins, not to mention the huge sky blue crystal at the top of the staff.

The crystal is surrounded by a light blue aura of energy, which is obviously of extremely high quality, and the magic wand made of this pure magic crystal must be at least extraordinary, and to be qualified to appear in the hands of a mage of Othello's worth, the true level must be above the extraordinary.

Although he didn't wear any badges, all the decorations on his body made his identity and strength come out.

The two archmages confronted each other in the air.

"Evil spellcaster, your evil deeds have touched the bottom line of the empire and tarnished the dignity of the divine demon path, and now, in my capacity as the president of the Magic Guild of the Holy Empire, and in the name of the ten major demon masters of the continent, I order you to stop the [natural disaster]. Othello said solemnly, "Otherwise, what awaits you will be complete destruction." ”

Younas almost laughed, wondering if this old man was addicted to putting on a show on weekdays, and his brain had become less good?

It is fanciful to expect to frighten yourself with such a tone full of official edicts.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Master of the Magic Guild. Younas looked at Othello in a mocking tone and said, "Please take a closer look with your cave-like eyes, and think about the current situation with your poor goblin brain, if you have a brain." ”

"Now that the initiative is in my hands, why should I give up my great advantage and be so frightened by your words that I turn around and leave, unless you think of me as the poor worms in the Imperial Magic Guild who grovel to you. ”

"If that's the case, then unfortunately, I'll use magic to correct your misconceptions, stupid and rotten old idiot!" Younas's snarky tone stabbed Othello in the ear like a knife.

Othello was stunned.

Immediately after, anger rushed into his mind like burning magma, and no one had dared to use such a contemptuous tone against him since he became the leader of the Magic Guild.

Even the most hateful of Joey Cezreal was just rolling his eyes in front of people.

Joey is an arcane master of the famous continent, a genius who walked out of the city of dawn back then, and is the current dean of the Royal Academy, and his status in the Holy Empire is noble and transcendent.

But what is the situation now?

A black magician who was ugly, evil, and low-status in the eyes of the world would dare to ridicule himself with such an almost contemptuous tone?

Originally, according to Othello's original plan, even if this black mage was not persuaded by himself, he should at least express the respect he should have for his status as an archmage, salute or something, and go through all the processes that should be taken before the high-level mage duel, before starting to do it.

Then he struck again, knocking the evil mage back with a light spell, so that he could show his grandmaster demeanor.

This assumption was ruthlessly shattered, and it is no wonder that Othello, who is accustomed to being on the high, is so angry.

"Very well, Dark Mage, I have changed my mind. ”

The master of the Magic Guild coldly raised the legendary-level crystal magic staff, "It is too merciful to destroy you on the spot with magic, I will hand you over to the Holy See and let your sinful soul wail in the holy fire for eternity." ”

Younas looked at Othello with interest and said in a mysterious tone, "Magician, do you crave power?"

"Filthy black mage, don't try to shake my will with rhetoric. Othello shouted, his mouth beginning to chant a long incantation.

"Look at your rotten old body, covered in dry wrinkles, and your bones as loose as lazy branches, and how hard it takes to recite a spell. ”

Younas sneered, "Why don't you let me turn you into a lich, what do you think of this old shell that you have given up is eternal life and infinite magic?"

Othello, who was filled with anger, didn't talk to the insane madman anymore, his spell was finished, the staff was raised above his head, the crystal light on the tip of the staff flashed, and the pattern of the magic circle loomed in the light.

The wind howled, the thunder stirred in the sky, and the dazzling lightning chain tore through the dark clouds and descended on the top of the legendary crystal staff, which skillfully merged with the blue aura of energy.

In the next moment, three energy clusters surrounded by electric light threw a long arc of electricity, like a comet with a flaming tail, and shot towards Younas's body.