Several pitch-black chains continued to emit thick black smoke, as if gradually polluting the endless clouds.

In an instant, black smoke spilled out from above the white clouds and continued to rise towards the sky.

The huge black formation that suddenly appeared under Victor's feet was also completely buried by the black smoke.

The chains contracted, choking the bird's throat.

"God of sinful thoughts, submission will be taken from my hands—"

"A Thousand Pure Holy Beasts, falling into silence—"

As the incantation was slowly recited, Victor's body under the trench coat seemed to be turned into layers of solid armor by the pitch-black souls.

The giant bird flailed its wings frantically, trying to break free, but in exchange it was only further erosion and tightening.

Its body was slowly surrounded by endless chains, layer after layer, turning into a huge black iron cocoon.

Soon, several obscure runes hung around the chains, engraved on the chains.

Rumble! Rumble!

Two fierce reverberations suddenly resounded between the runes, colliding with each other.

The white runes began to writhe as if they had gained life, penetrating deep into the bird's body through the gap between the iron cables.

Swish!

In an instant, the giant bird's body turned into white air currents and suddenly burst out of the iron cocoon.

Along the chains, they turned into rune carvings and melted into Victor's trench coat.

Several white trembling mysterious runes slowly appeared on the collar and hem of the trench coat, constantly exuding powerful energy.

The moment the giant bird completely dissipated, the sky seemed to be completely eroded by black smoke and became extremely dark.

The white clouds also seemed to begin to fall apart, and the void formed black whirlpools one after another, constantly rolling the stone pillars and clouds into it.

The huge stone pillar beneath his feet began to shake violently, and the peeling debris told Victor that this place was not a good place to stay for long.

The guardians of the temple themselves are also used as energy sources to support the existence of the temple itself.

If the Guardian is killed in the Temple, the rich magic can also reshape the Guardian's body after a long period of precipitation.

But once, the guardian beast was forcibly taken out of the temple.

That means that the entire temple will be stripped of its divine power.

At this point, the entire temple was crumbling and seemed to be about to collapse.

Vega stood on Victor's shoulder, seemingly unsurprised.

Victor put his hands in his pockets, his face unchanged from the trembling, turned around, and walked leisurely towards the open door of the trial.

And with his departure, the place of trial completely fell apart, and the stone pillars completely turned to dust.

All that remains is the boundless black hole expands, swallowing the sky with it.

……

On the Arctic Ice Sheet, I don't know when, a group of barbarians gathered.

The red-haired barbarians gathered together, shouting strange tones.

On the other side of them are a group of brutes with blue beards and muscles.

They hold an extremely large blue flag in their hands.

Two battle axes were painted on the banner, as if embedded in ice.

It was the symbol of the Ice Claw.

The red barbarians confronted the blue barbarians, and at their feet were the barbarian corpses of those who possessed the qualifications.

Their bodies were already stiff, their flesh and blood were blurred, their limbs seemed to be broken, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

It is precisely because of the existence of these qualified people that this group of barbarians can come to this northernmost extreme ice field.

The barbarians of the two tribes were armed with weapons, and they kept tearing their throats against the wind and snow.

Not far away, on an isolated snow-capped island, several magicians with transparent outlines were lying on top of the snowfield, watching the scene in front of them.

Watching the battle between the barbarians on both sides made them feel a burst of excitement.

"So many barbarians gathered in a heap, hiss......"

"Wouldn't this natural disaster be wiped out?"

"They don't seem to be defenseless, why don't you inform the general now and prepare war magic in advance?"

They whispered to each other, but they didn't notice Victor's presence.

Obviously, the location that the female knight said was here.

The only thing left is the magical white palace on the cold sea in the distance, which has not been checked.

Could it be that Victor is there?

While still wondering, the temple suddenly trembled violently.

Suddenly, a powerful tremor spread along with the surging sea for hundreds of miles.

The entire snowfield was plunged into a violent earthquake.

Several cracks appeared in the snowfield, and the sea water poured into it.

The barbarians who stood on the snowfield and confronted each other suddenly all lay on the snowfield, maintaining their figures.

Several of the slower barbarians failed to gain a foothold and fell into the icy ocean, following the current into a deep ravine.

In the temple, a dull sound of anger seemed to erupt, and a violent storm suddenly rose above the surface of the sea.

The barbarians couldn't help but cast their eyes on the collapsed temple.

Perhaps to extinguish the wrath of the gods, they fell to the ground in unison, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

But the temple didn't stop trembling because of their fear, and huge earthquakes spread one after another towards the boundless snowfield.

The snow is constantly collapsing and agitating because of the constant vibrations.

It was like an ice beast suddenly waking up on this barren land, but it fell powerlessly into the abyss.

Suddenly.

A fierce white light burst out from the temple and soared into the sky.

Everything around me seemed to be colorless.

Only the whiteness of the sky was left between heaven and earth.

……

Under that terrifying tremor, even the people of the Pale Wizard Guild stopped.

Vladimir frowned as he looked at the white light that pierced the gloomy sky.

He could feel the incomparably strong demonic power from it.

This magic is by no means possessed by human beings.

"What's that?"

The white light seemed to guide them, and the endless storm mixed with the snow cut their faces like knives.

No one can answer this question for Vladimir.

Under this extremely shocking picture, everyone present felt a terrifying coercion.

Erica was shocked, as if she realized something, and her eyes stared straight into the distance, feeling the violent storm that tore through her body, and let her clothes dance.

Can be ...... soon

A silver-white figure was like a streamer, and it instantly galloped out towards the place of white light.

Like a silver blade, with a tenacious will, it did not hesitate to resist the terrifying stabbing fireworks.

In Erica's gaze, Gwen's figure only stayed in her eyes for less than a moment.

It had disappeared into the crowd.

“……”

Erica was a little stunned, and Vladimir also looked at Gwen's departing figure and exhaled a white breath from his mouth.

"Looks like you don't have to wait for someone in front of you to report, boys."

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Pale Magic Guide Association cheered up as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Everyone straightened up, and their eyes flashed with flames.

Vladimir turned his wrist, and in his glove, a huge ice axe instantly turned into a huge ice axe.

He slung it over his shoulder, smiled, and snorted;

"It's time to teach those puppies a bloody lesson."

.......

The Far North Ice Sheet has fallen apart.

The shattered snowy land was filled with a raging storm like spikes.

As the white light turned into a depleted breath, the sea slowly turned into a hurricane, dispersing towards the snowfield in all directions.

Countless barbarians still knelt in place and prayed, and although their foreheads were heavily bloody, they did not dare to stop moving.

Unconsciously, a hoarse voice slowly sounded among the barbarians.

But it's strange that they can understand the meaning of that strange language.

"I don't remember having such a group of believers."

A crow has an open mouth, and its one eye is full of disdain.

It stood on Victor's shoulder, shaking its feathers, staring condescendingly at the ignorant barbarians.

With his hands in his pockets, Victor stood quietly on an iceberg and watched the panicked barbarians.

He felt it.

The monstrous wrath of the barbarians.

Perhaps it was because of what they thought was a miracle, and as a result, the person who appeared out of it was Victor, and a kind of absurd anger arose.

Or maybe it was because the enemy who had slaughtered nearly half of their people appeared in front of their eyes.

Anyway, the moment they looked up, the moment they saw Victor.

They could no longer contain the anger in their hearts.

"Woo woo wow wow!"

The barbarians' eyes were bloodshot, and the red fur on their bodies turned into a burning flame as if they had been blessed by life.

The dancing flames gradually engulfed their bodies completely, turning them into a mass of pure energy.

They let out angry roars towards the sky, and the sound of them spread throughout the shattered snowfield.

"Berserker."

Victor looked at the angry barbarian and whispered these words.

When the rage reaches its peak, the barbarians receive the ultimate terrifying power, a despair hidden in the depths of the wild.

They completely lost their minds, and the water that came out of their teeth disappeared in an instant because of the flames all over them.

Wielding the flame-entangled weapon, it seems to become one with their flaming bodies.

Victor's face was expressionless, and a red formation suddenly appeared in his palm.

The lines gradually intertwined with each other, and a flame continued to condense in his hands.

He wanted to burn the enemy in front of him in one fell swoop.

But suddenly, a silver-white figure broke into his sight.

Victor's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The silver knight, dressed in heavy armor and swift and graceful, moved past the restless barbarians and came to Viktor.

The sword was instantly unleashed, piercing through the heart of the berserker who was rushing towards Victor.

Instant Death Attack!

The blade was drawn, blood burst from the blade, and the berserker suddenly lost consciousness.

The flames burning on its body did not burn for a moment, and its distracted body fell into the silent ocean of ice.

Gwen's appearance made all the barbarians stop.

The rest of the berserkers felt a trace of absurd fear as they looked at the Silver Knight who had suddenly crept in.

She slammed her sword across the snow, spilling hot blood on the ice.

Even the stubborn ice melted a little.

She stood proudly in front of Victor, facing countless barbarians, her voice cold.

"This time."

"I found you ahead of time."