Vega gazed at the beautiful scene before it, feeling somewhat emotional.

"I'm starting to look forward to what might appear here."

In the next moment, the lava giant hand behind Viktor grabbed the group of barbarians who had qualified for the temple from the basket, roughly throwing them onto the ground in front.

A white formation appeared on the ground, from which a few white feathers flew out, piercing into the bodies of those barbarians.

Under the spell, they were forcibly awakened. Slowly opening their eyes, they looked around at the unfamiliar scene.

Although they had been through quite an ordeal, these barbarians were not dead.

Upon waking, they once again saw the terrifying figure before them and began babbling incoherently, their voices strained. They lined up in a row, and even with broken limbs, their bodies continued to repeat the act of begging for mercy.

Their heads pounded the icy plain, creating large craters, with streaks of blood flowing from their foreheads.

Viktor remained silent, as he couldn't communicate with these barbarians.

The lava giant hand behind him transformed into the shape of a single finger, and he simply pointed at the area behind the barbarians.

They understood Viktor's meaning and painfully turned their heads to look behind them.

As if responding to some kind of summons, they suddenly froze in place.

All at once, the surging waves of the sea seemed to reverse direction.

Like an earthquake, a series of violent tremors spread across the icy plain.

The ground shook intensely, as if it were about to shatter.

Between the cracks in the ice, a structure gradually rose from beneath the sea, slowly emerging in the icy ocean.

It appeared to be a hall, with an enormously imposing presence, like a divine miracle.

Finally, it revealed its full form, seeming to almost completely obscure the sky.

It was a temple.

Enveloped in cloud-white, it exuded an ethereal feeling, incredibly wondrous.

In the next second, fierce winds suddenly gathered, blowing violently at the edge of the cliff, instantly whipping up ice crystals and snow from the snow plain to a height of a hundred meters.

The ocean was instantly overturned, surging towards the temple with a thunderous roar.

The barbarians, as if witnessing a divine miracle, pressed their heads to the ground, no longer daring to lift them.

Viktor calmly observed the temple that had appeared out of thin air before him.

The Wind Temple.

Located at the northernmost point of the Far North, on the Extreme Northern Ice Plain, where the storms were most intense.

Here, years of unceasing wind and snow had created an environment rich in wind elemental energy.

However, the divine power bestowed by the Wind Temple upon those qualified manifested as immunity to fire-based damage.

Similarly, the Earth Temple would grant those qualified immunity to wood-based attacks.

Wind feeds fire, earth nourishes wood.

The temple, as if sensing the arrival of those qualified, slowly opened its doors to welcome them.

A powerful storm suddenly swept through, carving a terrifyingly deep crevice in the ice plain below.

But the qualified individuals were no longer able to move their bodies.

Viktor leisurely walked towards the temple, soon standing at its entrance.

A thick whirlwind instantly enveloped Viktor, preventing his advance.

Viktor merely gave the great doors a cold glance, his coat suddenly flashing.

The patterns on his coat gradually brightened, two different colors appearing behind him, seemingly materializing into two giant beasts, their energy pouring out to completely surround the temple.

A powerful aura burst forth from Viktor's body, the dense natural energy within him overflowing, easily dispersing the violent winds.

The repelling force abruptly ceased, no longer responding.

"How troublesome."

Viktor knew that the power of the temple was no longer obstructing him.

The Calamity was a power superior to the Inheritance Temples, as the abilities passed down by the Inheritance Temples were derived from the Calamities themselves.

Viktor was well aware of this, so...

Not letting a Calamity enter was like not opening the door for your own father when he comes to your house.

Viktor stepped into the temple, and the storm outside gradually subsided.

Only the few qualified individuals were left shivering in the storm, their final moments of life slowly fading away in the cold and solitude, filled with endless fear and confusion.

...

"All members of the Pale Mage Association! Assemble!"

"Within five minutes, all four thousand three hundred and eighty-two people must gather on the snow plain!"

The mages began to spread the message, and those on the snow plain sprang into action. Their chaotic footsteps kicked up the thick snow several meters high.

The thunderous sound of footsteps instantly echoed across the vast snow plain.

Animals hiding beneath the snow fled towards the depths of the plain, startled by the massive vibrations.

Those rugged men shed their animal skins and donned their pristine white battle robes once more.

Gripping their magic weapons, they stood in formation on the snow plain, standing at rigid attention, awaiting instructions from their general.

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In less than five minutes, all mages and sorcerers had assembled.

Amelia stood beside Vladimir, also dressed in a thick white robe that concealed the wound on her abdomen.

Her previously irritated demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an utterly cold expression.

Vladimir stood on the icy platform of the Mage Corps, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his expression extremely serious, his eyes filled with intense expectation.

"Warriors of the Pale Mage Association, a great battle is imminent."

"We have been stationed here for over twenty years, and today! We will finally be able to put an end to those cruel demons, those barbarian dogs!"

"The time for resistance has come! We must seize this opportunity to drive those dogs out completely, to push them farther than even the Far North!"

The thousands of mages and sorcerers instantly became fired up, their fists clenched tighter, their bodies perhaps trembling uncontrollably with excitement, every face flushed red.

But there were still quite a few who remained rational, looking somewhat confused.

Why, without any warning, was the Mage Association suddenly going to war?

"Why are we suddenly going to war?"

"Are those knights planning to cooperate with us?"

The Pale Mage Association itself was a group composed of various mages and sorcerers mixed together.

In the face of the physically formidable barbarians, the mages who combined physical prowess with magic had some ability to resist.

But the sorcerers couldn't.

If the Northern Knights were present, they could use their superior equipment and physical abilities to confront the enemy head-on.

The knights could hold off the barbarians at the front, with the mages following closely behind, while the sorcerers, surrounded and protected, could focus entirely on casting spells, continuously inflicting terrifying magical attacks on the barbarians.

But now...

Those Northern Knights had never intended to be of one heart and mind with the Mage Association.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes and asked in return.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

Hearing this, the thousands of members of the Pale Mage Corps instantly straightened up, instinctively giving their answer.

"Damn right we'll fight! We must fight!"

"Our hatred for the barbarians is stained with the blood of countless martyrs, a grudge spanning twenty years, we can't hold back anymore!"

"That's right! We can't hold back anymore!"

As long as the president gave the order, even if they had doubts in their hearts, they would have to devote all their strength to the battle without hesitation.

With twenty years of camaraderie and blood-soaked trials, they didn't hesitate for a moment.

Vladimir looked at them and laughed heartily!

"Hahaha! Good!"

"This time, we only need to penetrate deep into the Far North, drive away those barbarians, and at the same time, go to receive a hero back."

"Of course, the surrounding tribes have already been swept clean, so we don't have to worry about those dogs hindering our actions."

These words further ignited everyone's morale.

Vladimir looked at his excited subordinates, his face full of proud smiles.

He lowered his head to look at Erica beside him, saying:

"Erica."

"It looks like your training will have to be put on hold for a few days."

"However, as the saying goes, actual combat is the best training."

Erica understood Vladimir's meaning.

He was asking her if she wanted to participate in this war.

If she was afraid here, fearing the coming danger, she could completely refuse.

But that would go against Erica's original intention.

She always remembered her goal, the person she wanted to chase after.

If she didn't dare to participate in such a war, how could she hope to catch up to Viktor?

Moreover, in Erica's heart, she had some guesses.

That hero who had penetrated deep into the Far North and swept away countless barbarians.

Could it be, Professor Viktor?

Many doubts remained in her heart, so Erica nodded.

Vladimir, seeing her reaction, was very satisfied.

"Hahaha! Good! But you don't need to be too afraid."

"Even if we really do fight, it will definitely be us mages at the forefront, you sorcerers just need to chant a few spells for support from the back."

"Amelia."

He casually called out, and the cold and beautiful sorceress beside him quickly responded.

"Let this young lady follow under your sorcerer team, I believe she won't need your care."

"Hmph, sorcerers aren't as fragile as you say."

She snorted coldly, agreeing to it.

Having done all this, Vladimir turned back to face the members of the Mage Corps.

His eyes seemed to be filled with intense fighting spirit.

"Pale Mage Association, advance in full force!"

"Target, the Far North!"

In an instant, under Vladimir's announcement.

All the mages' cheers rose in waves, one higher than the next, even the snow-capped mountains a hundred meters away seemed to shake and tremble.

Amidst the cheers, Dick hurriedly came to the front of the formation.

"General! There's a knight outside looking for you!"

"Oh?"

At this critical moment, a knight had come to find him?

Vladimir raised an eyebrow with interest, but before he could say anything.

A female knight in white silver heavy armor had already walked over from the side.

The armor on her body clashed together, making a clanging sound.

Erica looked at her, her eyes widening slightly.

But this female knight seemed to have not noticed her at all, only looking at Vladimir, her tone flat.

"General Lebedev, you want to go to the Far North, right?"

Vladimir was very puzzled, and the mages of the Mage Association, seeing the arrival of a knight, had already become somewhat impolite in their tone.

"Huh, a knight? Aren't they only good at hiding in that huge castle like cowardly turtles?"

"And a female knight? I really didn't expect it, have you Northern Knights run out of men?"

Amidst the taunts, the female knight in front showed no signs of displeasure.

She just continued to look calmly at Vladimir, saying,

"I have a request, I hope I can follow you to the Far North."

"Hoho?"

Vladimir laughed with interest, waving his hand to signal the mages to quiet down.

When the crowd had completely quieted, he looked back at Gwen and asked,

"Why? You need to give me a reason."

"Otherwise, as you can see, my team doesn't allow a knight to join."

She didn't continue speaking, but instead took out a golden parchment from her waist.

The parchment seemed to carry a faint magical power, as if it was approaching something, constantly flickering with a faint light.

The paper was slightly warm in her hand, even the surrounding air was distorted by its temperature.

Everyone present was either a mage or a sorcerer, and they could all see the residual magic on this parchment.

This must be a magical tool made by a powerful mage.

Before Vladimir could open his mouth to inquire, the female knight said with an unchanged expression,

"With this parchment, I can accurately find Viktor's location."

Find Viktor's location?

Hearing this, Vladimir immediately became interested.

Obviously, her relationship with Viktor must be extraordinary.

So, Vladimir asked,

"Who are you?"

Gwen put away the parchment and took a deep breath.

As if making some kind of decision, finally, she slowly spoke.

Her tone was filled with an undeniable certainty.

"I am Gwen Delin."

"I am Viktor Kravina's fiancée."

....

To Be Continued..