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Several pitch-black chains continuously emitted thick black smoke, seemingly polluting the boundless clouds above.

In an instant, the black smoke spilled out from the white clouds, rising ceaselessly towards the sky.

The massive black magic array that suddenly appeared beneath Viktor's feet was also completely engulfed by the black smoke.

The chains kept contracting, tightly gripping the giant bird's throat.

"God of sinful and evil thoughts, submission shall be wrested from my hands—"

"Sacred beast of a thousand purities, fall into silence—"

As the incantation was slowly recited, Viktor's body beneath his coat seemed to be transformed into layer upon layer of thick armor by countless black souls.

The giant bird frantically flapped its wings, attempting to break free from the restraints, but this only resulted in further corrosion and tightening.

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

Soon, several obscure runes floated around the chains, engraved upon them.

Boom! Boom!

Two intense echoes suddenly resounded between the runes, colliding with each other.

The white runes began to twist as if they had gained life, penetrating deep into the giant bird's body through the gaps between the iron chains.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the giant bird's body transformed into streams of white energy, bursting out from the iron cocoon.

Following the chains, they turned into runes and merged into Viktor's coat.

Several white, trembling mysterious runes slowly appeared on the collar and hem of the coat, continuously emitting powerful energy.

The moment the giant bird completely dissipated, the sky seemed to be thoroughly corrupted by the black smoke, becoming extremely dark.

The white clouds also began to disintegrate, forming black vortexes in the void, continuously engulfing the stone pillars and clouds.

The huge stone pillar beneath Viktor's feet began to shake violently, and the falling debris told him that this was no place to linger.

The guardian of the temple itself served as an energy source to support the existence of the temple.

If the guardian were killed within the temple, after a long period of sedimentation, the dense magical power could still reshape the guardian's body.

However, once the guardian beast was forcibly removed from the temple, it meant that the divine power of the entire temple would be stripped away.

At this moment, the entire temple was on the verge of collapse, seemingly about to crumble.

Vega stood on Viktor's shoulder, appearing unsurprised.

Viktor, with his hands in his pockets, remained unfazed amidst the tremors. He turned and leisurely walked towards the open door of the trial.

As he left, the trial ground completely disintegrated, the stone pillars turning to dust.

Only the endless black hole gradually expanded, swallowing even the sky along with it.

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On the extreme northern ice plains, a group of barbarians had gathered at some unknown time.

Red-haired barbarians clustered together, shouting in strange tones.

Opposite them was a group of blue-bearded barbarians with bulging muscles.

They held an extremely large blue banner in their hands.

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

It was the symbol of the Ice Claw.

The red barbarians and blue barbarians faced off, and at their feet lay the corpses of those barbarians who had the qualifications.

Their bodies were already stiff, mutilated, with limbs seemingly broken, presenting an extremely tragic sight.

It was because of the existence of these qualified individuals that these barbarian groups could come to this northernmost part of the extreme ice plains.

The barbarians from the two tribes, wielding weapons, kept shouting at the top of their lungs against the wind and snow.

Not far away, on an isolated snow island, several mages with transparent outlines lay on the snow plain, watching the scene before them.

The sight of the two barbarian factions made them feel a rush of excitement.

"So many barbarians gathered in one place, tsk..."

"Wouldn't they all be caught in one fell swoop if a disaster struck?"

"They don't seem to have any defenses. Should we notify the general now and prepare war magic in advance?"

They whispered to each other, but they hadn't noticed Viktor's presence.

The female knight had said the location was here.

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The only place left unchecked was that mysterious white palace on the distant cold sea surface.

Could Viktor be there?

While still pondering, the temple suddenly experienced violent tremors.

Suddenly, a powerful seismic sensation spread across a hundred miles in all directions along with the surging sea.

The entire snow plain fell into violent earthquakes.

Several cracks appeared on the snow plain, and seawater poured into them all at once.

The barbarians facing off on the snow plain all immediately lay down on the snow plain, maintaining their posture.

A few slower-reacting barbarians couldn't keep their balance and fell into the icy ocean, plunging into the deep valley with the water flow.

From within the temple, a muffled anger seemed to erupt, and a violent storm suddenly arose on the sea surface.

Those barbarians couldn't help but turn their gaze towards the collapsing temple.

Perhaps to extinguish the anger of the deity, they all lay down on the ground, constantly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

But the temple did not cease its trembling due to their fear. The massive earthquakes transmitted wave after wave across the boundless snow plain.

The accumulated snow also constantly collapsed and rose due to the continuous tremors.

It was as if a giant ice beast had suddenly awakened on this desolate land, yet helplessly fell into the abyss.

Suddenly.

An intense white light burst forth from within the temple, shooting straight into the sky.

Everything around seemed to become colorless.

Only that dazzling white remained between heaven and earth.

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Under that terrifying tremor, even the members of the Pale Mage Association stopped.

Vladimir, frowning, looked at the white light that had pierced through the gloomy sky.

He could sense an incredibly dense magical power from it.

This magical power was certainly not something humans could possess.

"What is that thing?"

The white light, as if guiding them, mixed with endless gales amidst the wild snow, cutting their faces like knives.

No one could answer Vladimir's question.

Under this incredibly shocking scene, everyone present felt an extremely terrifying pressure.

Erica's expression suddenly changed, as if realizing something. She stared straight ahead, feeling the violent storm tearing at her body, letting her clothes flutter continuously.

But soon...

A silver-white figure, like a stream of light, instantly dashed towards the white light.

Like a silver blade, carrying an unyielding will, it unhesitatingly defied that terrifying sky-piercing firework.

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

She had already disappeared among the crowd.

"..."

Erica was somewhat stunned. Vladimir also looked at Gwen's departing figure, exhaling a breath of white mist.

"Looks like we don't need to wait for the report from the people in front, boys."

At these words, the members of the Pale Mage Association became excited as if injected with adrenaline.

Each person straightened their backs, their eyes flickering with restless flames.

Vladimir twisted his wrist, and from within his glove, a huge ice axe instantly formed.

He rested it on his shoulder, revealing a smile, and said with a snort:

"It's time to give those pups a bloody lesson."

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The extreme northern ice plain had already become fragmented.

The broken snow plain was swept by fierce winds that were like sharp thorns.

As the white light turned into streams of decaying energy, the sea surface slowly transformed into gusts of hurricanes, dispersing in all directions across the snow plain.

Countless barbarians were still kneeling in place, praying incessantly. Even though their foreheads were bleeding from heavy kowtowing, they dared not stop their actions.

Unknowingly, a hoarse voice slowly rose among the barbarians.

Strangely, they could understand the meaning contained in that odd language.

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

A crow opened its beak, its single eye filled with utter disdain.

It stood on Viktor's shoulder, shaking its feathers, looking down at those ignorant barbarians with an air of superiority.

Viktor stood quietly on an iceberg with his hands in his pockets, watching those panicked barbarians.

He sensed it.

The overwhelming anger from these barbarians.

Perhaps it was because of what they believed to be a divine manifestation, but the person who appeared from it was Viktor, causing a sense of absurd anger.

Or perhaps it was because the enemy who had slaughtered nearly half of their tribesmen was now right before their eyes.

Regardless, when they raised their heads and saw Viktor at that moment.

They could no longer contain the anger in their hearts.

"Woo woo wah wah!"

The barbarians' eyes were bloodshot, and the red fur on their bodies seemed to have received a blessing of life, turning into constantly burning flames.

The jumping flames gradually engulfed their bodies completely, transforming them into pure energy entities.

They roared towards the sky, filled with anger, their voices spreading across the entire broken snow plain.

"Berserkers."

Viktor uttered these words calmly as he watched the angry barbarians.

When anger reaches its peak, barbarians would gain the ultimate terrifying power, a desperation hidden deep within their wildness.

They had completely lost their sanity, and even the drool from their bared teeth instantly evaporated due to the flames engulfing their bodies.

Wielding weapons wrapped in flames, they seemed to have become one with their fiery bodies.

Viktor's expression remained unchanged as a red magic array suddenly appeared in his palm.

The patterns gradually intertwined, and a ball of fire continuously condensed in his hand.

He had intended to incinerate the enemies before him in one fell swoop.

But suddenly, a silver-white figure entered his field of vision.

Viktor raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although the white knight was wearing heavy armor, her movements were swift and graceful. She passed over those agitated barbarians and came before Viktor.

Her long sword was instantly drawn, piercing through the heart of the berserker who had suddenly charged towards Viktor.

An instant kill attack!

As the blade was withdrawn, blood spurted from the sword edge, and the berserker suddenly lost consciousness.

The flames burning on its body had barely had a chance to burn before its lifeless body fell into the cold icy ocean.

Gwen's appearance made all the barbarians stop in their tracks.

The other berserkers, seeing the white knight who had suddenly intervened, felt a sense of absurd fear.

She violently swung her long sword on the snow plain, splattering the scalding blood across the icy ground.

Even the stubborn ice melted a little.

She stood proudly in front of Viktor, facing the countless barbarians, her voice cold and clear.

"This time," she said.

"I found you first."

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To Be Continued..