In the space in the center of the Silver Tower, the two mages facing each other released their magic power to the maximum, and the surging murderous aura in the air made people breathless.

Nicknamed the "Wind of the Twelve", Cruise François is the highest level of mage officially recognized by the Dominion, and his power is unstoppable like a storm once it is fully unleashed. In an instant, the small central chamber was filled with his pale blue magic, and all the gases in the space surrendered to his feet.

However, on the other side, Sain Democla was no slouch, and after squeezing the life force of hundreds of people, the magic power obtained was not inferior to that of his opponent in terms of quantity alone. The body constructed by the blood-colored flames may have been just an avatar, but the crimson that spread around him was enough to prove his strength.

Pale blue and blood red, two incompatible forces were tearing at each other, as if two fierce beasts were desperately attacking each other under the command of their masters. Now it seemed that Dean François had the upper hand, but Sain Democla showed no signs of nervousness.

Although it seemed that the blue magic completely overpowered the enemy, François knew that this should not be taken lightly, because it was only the first step in contact.

If it were only a matter of numbers, he would have had the upper hand - but Sain Democlus could always use the red flame to penetrate the gaps in the spell. Although the magic of the nature of "wind" has excellent mobility, it cannot effectively interfere with the magic of the opponent.

He was still unsure of the nature of the other party's blood-colored magic, which appeared to be flames on the surface, but strangely lacked the qualities of flames. The unusual heat is only felt when touched. The rest of the moments are like air where their existence is imperceptible.

Although they can be captured visually, these red afterglows are as unpredictable as phantoms. The magic that spread all around clearly transmitted strange perceptions. But the moment François tried to rally his forces to kill them, they suddenly disappeared.

This sorcerer who uses fire as an avatar is difficult to deal with. François felt that the concept of the entanglement around the other party was different from what he understood it, full of indescribable anomalies. Stuffed with alien concepts in the area eroded by the opponent's red, it will be difficult for him to break through the opponent's defense for a while.

The power of the sorcerer is based on "understanding", and only after a certain understanding of the concept of the world can they exert their will on things through magic. Because of this, it was difficult for them to effectively fight against Sain Democra, who had used unknown powers.

And unlike all the enemies he had fought before, Sain Democla did not try to use anything else to suppress the mobility of the wind. Perhaps he already knew that the magic in his avatar alone could not compete with Dean François, so he simply incorporated all the air into his realm.

The blood-red flames swept into the air around them, making themselves even more exuberant - the fuel was actually the magic unleashed by Dean François. In the diffuse red light and shadow. The blue that was too close to them was torn apart, and the faint magic was enveloped and devoured in the blink of an eye.

In just a few minutes, the blood-red magic that had been suppressed in a corner of the central chamber had expanded several times, and the smoke and dust rising from the flames had almost covered a quarter of the space. A thick cloud of smoke obscured the distorted figure behind it, revealing only flickering light and shadow.

The walls that had been erected to protect dignitaries had been removed, and instead the space had been filled with violent magic that could destroy a single life. The magic in the room was so thick that it was almost suffocating, but the two magicians only made it thicker.

Knowing that there was no room for others in the dueling arena of the two high-ranking mages, the self-aware sorcerers had all retreated outside the central chamber. Although they are confident in their own abilities, they have to compare them with Dean François. That's not a little bit worse. No one can stand between them, because the slightest wrong step will be swept into the turbulence of magic and torn apart by their minions.

In the process of continuous expansion of the magic power, the environment of the central chamber is unusually stable. No matter how the power of the two flowed, nothing was out of the ordinary. Whether it is an obelisk or a pedestal in the center, they seem to be untouched in the space.

It was designed with a lot of magic in mind. Or did both men deliberately avoid the way they fought to damage the Moonrock in the center? Either way, Curt could see that Dean François and Sain Democlera were paying great attention to the fragment of the moon - and the magic they had released into the air. It was enough to set off a storm and raze the little house of the Leinster family.

At present, the only "bystander" who remains at the scene is Curt. But even he retreated to the edge of the room to keep himself out of the battle between the two mages. It's not that he doesn't want to fight, but if he rushes forward at this time, instead of helping Dean François, he will become a burden to him.

Colored arcs of light flashed in the seemingly calm air, but before they could form a Rubik's Cube, they were pierced by the magic of another color. In the blink of an eye, the magic that was supposed to be condensed into a spell lost its organization, and it was split into a more simple form and scattered into space.

The surface of the sea may seem calm, but beneath the surface of the water is a turbulent undercurrent - and so is the magic of the Central Chamber. Neither of the two mages made any moves, but the attack and defense between the two were already heated in silence. Flashes of Rubik's cubes can be seen everywhere, but they are often dismantled by the other party in diametrically opposed ways before they can be completed.

It stands to reason that a mage of Dean François's level is already handy with simple attack spells, and I am afraid that with a wave of his hand, he can create dozens of magic bullets that are ready to be fired. However, at this time, he couldn't even complete the simplest Rubik's Cube, and was repeatedly interrupted by the other party after reading it first.

And Sain Democra, who was standing opposite, was obviously not having a good time, and although he covered his figure with scattered smoke and dust, the fire that pierced through the phantom was obviously much weaker. Obviously, most of the mana stored in the avatar has been consumed, and it is now able to maintain the maximum output of mana, most of which is fueled by the mana that has been swallowed by Dean François, but this is absolutely not sustainable for long.

Contrary to what most people think, it is actually difficult to see a brilliant burst of spells when powerful mages confront each other, and more often than not, there is only a silent battle. But this in no way means safety, but more thoroughly, almost the opposite, - extremely dangerous.

It's a contest of mental speed, anticipating the opponent's movements before casting spells, and deciphering the concepts and Rubik's Cube configurations of those spells, while destroying the opponent's offensive as quickly as possible. They are not far away, but the most direct result of their rash actions is that they are discovered by the other party, and when they do, what awaits them is manic magic and spells as dense as raindrops.

Just by seeing the fleeting light flashing like a meteor in the space, you can know that the two have fought many times in the dark, but they have never been able to help their opponents. These two sorcerers alone are probably worth a team of sorcerers, but now they are entangled with each other because of their positions.

For some reason, he felt that the two men who were fighting had been old acquaintances, and they had a good relationship, because they could anticipate the next move the moment the other made a move. If not close friends, then enemies with blood feuds, and perhaps only then can they understand a person in this way—and the relationship between the two mages seems to be close to the latter, and they make no secret of their murderous intent.

Gradually, Curt noticed that the tide of battle seemed to be turning towards a protracted war, and Cruise François probably noticed that there was no way to destroy the enemy's avatar in a short period of time, so he chose the tactic of strengthening his suppressive ability. The pale blue magic condensed together, layering down on the flames that had become dim.

Two huge forces of magic are still entangled, but Sain Democra, who has only one incarnation, seems to be at a disadvantage. Although not a single spell could be seen now, and only the crackling of the flames could be heard, Dean François would not miss the slightest chance to kill the other party in battle, and the air that flowed around him rushed to the enemy who was clinging to the flames as if he had a will.

Sain Democlave battled François under increasing pressure and tried to prevent him from constructing spells, but he eventually showed his flaws. As he destroyed a near-finished Rubik's Cube again, the air pressed against the smoke blew the barrier he had set up away.

The flame humanoid hiding in the depths of the smoke had shrunk by half, and the magic power in its body had been consumed by most of the war, and it was almost running out of even the most basic form. It is like a broken candle in the wind, although it can last for a while, it will not take long to extinguish.

Almost all of the gases are servants of the Wind of the Twelve, and the will of the mages is the direction in which they charge. The vast amount of air twisted in an instant, and it coalesced together under the direction of Dean François, shaping hundreds or thousands of colorless blades.

If it was fast enough, even thin air could have the power of a steel knife, and now a large expanse of galloping blades was slashing at Sein Democra. The only thing that can cut off the magic is the magic power, and they have firmly locked onto the Rubik's cube at the core of the "humanoid" to destroy it. (To be continued......)