On the edge of the royal capital.

The towering rock walls act as a barrier to isolate the royal capital from the outside world.

In the same way, it also isolated the countless mages who were waiting outside the royal capital.

Mages wearing badges of broken heads surrounded the walls, forming a massive human wall.

These mages numbered at least a few thousand, forming a grand line of defense around the royal capital.

The royal capital covers a vast area, and the east and west sides are far apart, and it takes half a day to walk even on foot.

Thus, despite the severe shock to the interior of the royal capital, the edge of the city walls appeared unusually calm and free of any turmoil.

And behind the mages who surrounded the city walls were groups of civilians who had escaped from the royal capital.

They don't live in the central area, so there's no need to squeeze into the central square.

After all, no matter how big the square is, it can't accommodate the residents of the entire royal capital.

The escaped residents stood behind the mage, their faces full of worry and unease.

One of the residents plucked up his courage and approached a mage, asking with anticipation and concern:

"Master Mage......

"Can we still go home?"

Hearing the faint question in his ear, the mage slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the civilian.

He didn't speak, just raised his eyes and looked behind him.

A large group of worried-looking, expectant-looking civilians were standing on the ground beyond the royal capital, eager to hear the mage's response.

Their home was not far away, but now they could only stand outside the royal capital, watching from afar.

The civilians' eyes were dark, and their gloom and despair made them appear calm, even unusually.

As members of the Council of Mages, the justice in their hearts does not allow them to sit idly by and watch these innocent people suffer.

So, with firmness, he addressed the group of residents who were looking for hope:

"Rest assured, we'll make sure you're safe."

As soon as the words fell, countless pale natural finches crossed the gloomy and chaotic sky together as if they had received some message together.

Pale light casts dappled shadows in the thick earthy brown clouds, hanging high in the sky.

Witnessing the natural finches flying all over the sky, the leader mage quickly issued an order to his companions:

"Everyone, immediately unleash your magic power where the natural finch is!"

At the sound of an order, the mages quickly entered the state.

Their fingertips quickly condensed their magical power, forming waves of magic as thick as chains, swirling towards the sky.

Countless colorful magic ripples flew through the space and towards those pale natural finch.

The natural finches were filled with this majestic magic in the air, and their originally transparent bodies began to be rendered in various colors.

A large ripple of colored magic streaked across the bodies of countless natural finch, then stretched from the sky to the ground.

A transparent barrier flowing with colorful colors connected the heavens and the earth, and a wide magical barrier began to gradually cover the entire royal capital.

The natural finches that channel their magic in the air are like the key nodes in weaving a giant web.

Looking down from above, the entire king seemed to be covered by a transparent net.

At the same time, Rachel, who was standing on the city wall, was stroking his white beard with his hand, watching as countless colorful magic powers were absorbed by the natural finch.

The crutches in his hand flickered slightly, guiding countless magical powers to spread in all directions, building a barrier of magic mixed with different colors.

Heim Horn, who had built the magic barrier with Rachel, was standing aside, looking at the red sunrise in the east, and said slowly:

"It's been a collective action for the first time in a long time."

"Definitely.

Rachel replied succinctly, continuing to lay out a heavy web of magic throughout the royal capital.

This work can only be accomplished by Rachel, who lives in the royal capital and is more familiar with the structure of the royal capital than anyone else.

"The mages are all in place, and the other councillors are ready."

As he watched the horrific storm and scorching heat surrounding Midtown, Heim Horn's eyes narrowed, his eyes glinting with determination.

This collective action, which has been prepared for a long time, is only for one thing.

"Today, we must leave the defectors behind."

Heim Horn was instantly serious, and his face that fluctuated with light was crossed by a few red lines of spider silk, revealing a warning expression.

With a wave of his hand, he quickly gave an order to the mages around the royal capital:

"Inform all councillors and mages to act now!"

……

To the west of the royal capital, a long-bearded dwarven councillor responds to a natural finch perched on his shoulder.

He also heard orders from Haim Horn.

"Roger."

Ryan Kent pulled out a blue magic potion from his bosom and pulled the cork with a flick of his thumb.

"Fortunately, there is a potion prepared by Councilor Victor, which solves the possibility of a lack of mana."

He put the bottle to his mouth, tilted his head, and quickly poured the potion into his stomach.

Feeling a surge of magic rush over him, Ryan Kent drew his wand with a flowing mechanical joint.

Seeing that the councillor was ready, the mages who were on guard behind him also took out the potion one after another and quickly poured it into their stomachs.

Soon, they also gathered their magic to their fingertips, and together with Ryan, they began to chant.

"Burning fantasies pour out from mystical visions, deep confusion dispels sorrow, and victory descends on the earth upon the messengers of men."

"Supreme Heavenly Will, please send down the judgment of magic."

......

The edge of the southern city of the royal capital.

A mermaid mage with a flicking tail leisurely flips over in a giant mobile tank equipped with wheels.

Spit out strings of leisurely bubbles, seemingly boringly in response to the natural finches standing on the water tank.

"When you're done, ask Victor, can I go see Helnathan?"

"It's been a long time since I've been to the port of Brighton."

No one answered her, only a winged bird-man councillor standing next to her snorted.

Lorelei Fanny didn't think much of it, she deftly popped a bubble, removed the hidden magic potion from it, and gently uncorked the bottle.

Pour the magic potion floating in the water into your mouth and feel the magic flow through your body.

The two councillors raised their arms at the same time, and the magic quickly flowed from their fingertips, gradually converging in the air.

Their mouths also whispered a mysterious chant, as if to summon some power.

As their magic power surged, a faint wave of magical light began to appear in the north of the royal capital.

"Wang!"

A lively voice broke the silence.

Looking at the voice, it was a fat Shiba Inu.

It sits on the ground, wagging its tail and sticking its tongue out, looking rather cute.

At the same time, it stretched out a short dog paw to the sky.

That magic came from it.

It opened its mouth and began a series of magical chantings as well.

"Wang! Barking! Woooo ”

The crisp barking of a dog echoed in the air, and at the same time, a huge magic circle quickly emerged at its feet.

Countless intricate lines stretched on the ground, spreading out in all directions, constantly rising.

It was as if a huge magical pattern had been drawn in the air.

At this moment, all the four sides of the royal capital flashed with the same pattern formation.

The rising sun was obscured by a mysterious force.

A deep haze gradually emerged from all directions, converging towards the center, once again obscuring the bright sky.

In the central square, residents felt the dimming of the light and looked up at the sky one by one.

What caught their eyes was an incomparably large and extremely complex terrifying magic circle.

The sense of oppression created by the convergence of countless magical powers is almost suffocating. The terrifying formation, which was magnificent to the extreme, was covered in countless lines.

Dense runes are engraved between each level.

This powerful magical power makes people feel palpitations at a glance, as if it has the power to destroy the world.

A huge circle swirled in the air, and a steady stream of mana continued to pour towards the center.

"What's going on?"

Vega flew high in the air above the two Calamities and was shocked by the sudden change in magic.

It sensed it, and an extremely thick magic power was gathering over the royal capital.

This level of magic power can only be unleashed by the joint efforts of thousands of powerful mages.

And that's not all.

The magic power of a single mage is limited, but this magic power seems endless.

It's as if there are thousands of mages who are constantly drinking the magic potions made by Victor and releasing their magic power all the time.

Seeing this, Vega's whole bird was stunned.

Its eyes widened, and it muttered to itself:

"Victor ......"

"You really have thousands of mages prepared?"

Suddenly, these surging magical forces gathered again in the center of the huge circle and began to flow slowly in a certain direction in the sky.

There it is......

Vega suddenly realized something, and looked at one place in the sky.

That's where Victor first cast his superposition magic, and the giant tree that glows with light is still in the sky.

It towers over as if it were transparent.

Originally, it was on the verge of disappearing.

After all, it was made up of a huge amount of magic, not a real tree.

But with these endless infusions of magic power, it resurfaced in the middle of the clouds, and the thick and incomparably heterochromatic silhouette reappeared.

The sturdy sacred tree regained its vitality and shimmered.

Leaves stretched out from the branches of the holy tree that flowed with endless magic, and many delicate but illusory buds were also squeezed out of the branches.

It's like absorbing all the mana completely and storing it.

With the urging of magic power, these colorful magic flowers slowly bloomed.

At that moment, an incomparably powerful natural energy was released from the swaying branches of the sacred tree.

Vega's eyes widened and she exclaimed;

"And the natural energy of the elves!"

At the same time, Victor held his golden bird-headed staff aloft and swung it slowly.

Behind him, the soil, suddenly bulged a bag.

The mound gradually bulged, and then the soil quickly peeled off, revealing the full form inside.

It was a golden sheen, enveloping Erica's ice cubes.

Under the influence of the magic fluctuations, the ice cube flew out of thin air and suspended in the center of the air.

It slowly ascended into the center of the sacred tree, and was finally covered by endless magic.

Under the impact of thousands of magical powers, the golden ice cube composed of divine power shattered and exploded like fireworks.

Erica loses her restraints and her body begins to fall from the sky.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, an invisible wind of magic gently rolled up, gently holding her up.

Victor reached out and gently hugged Erica into his arms.

Seeing her sleeping peacefully in his arms, Victor said calmly:

"Remember when we discussed the cause of the calamity?"

Hearing this, Vega blinked.

Magic, elves......

And Erica.

Demons themselves are a collection of magical powers, and natural energy is the power that only elves can produce.

In the end, all three come together, and all of them converge on Erica's body.

Vega was silent for a while, and then responded with some emotion:

"I thought the thief had calculated on you, Victor."

"Now it seems that you are still the most treacherous person."

Victor chuckled indifferently and looked up at the sky covered in heterochromatic magic.

"Overrated."

In the next second, the world around me seemed to be quiet.

But the more violent chaos can cover the entire world in an instant.

Like a roaring storm, it tore between the earth and the clouds, tearing the earth apart and setting off horrific rifts.

Dark purple thunder flickered and jumped in the raging storm, like a tumbling dragon weaving through the deep clouds.

The downpour fell from the sky, striking the arid earth and stirring up thunder all around.

The shriveled and cracked earth was blackened by the downpour.

At that moment, the parched earth was dyed black by the pouring rain.

Under the soft earth, lush flowers and trees have broken through the soil.

They rise from the ground under the shock of rain and thunder, forming lush forests and vast sea of flowers.

Eventually, the bright red sun pierced the clouds again and suspended silently above the sky.

Crimson and golden light fell on Victor, as if to clothe him with a hazy glow.

Victor raised his head to meet the baptism of rain and the shock of thunder, surrounded by the scorching breath of life and the power of exuberance.

The chaotic tornado seemed to entangle all the elements around Victor, like an unyielding barrier of power.

He looked at Urano towering into the clouds in front of him, and the light in his eyes reversed:

"Because I'm Victor."

The voice echoes in the roaring storm, carrying an unshakable conviction:

"I'm inevitable—"

"Winner.