Chapter 183: My Black Dragon Got Sprayed in the Face by the Tentacle Monster

The Wind Calamity, floating in mid-air, finally reacted, surging storms to completely blast away the remaining magical insects on its body.

However, it was too late.

As if magical power was continuously gathering, those horrifying giant eyes of the creature channeled countless golden essences into the smoke-spewing holes.

Powerful magic began concentrating within its head, continuously swelling from that wailing mouth.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bell tolls rang intermittently.

[Pain Shriek]

In that instant, intense concentrated golden light beams accompanied by sharp waves suddenly tore through everything, bursting forth, making even the void torn in space become unstable.

The huge golden light pillar seemed to pierce through the surrounding air, attacking toward Doragon's enormous body.

But then—

In this instant, Doragon's entire body swelled, countless black scales began churning like waves.

A cannon blast filled with white light suddenly erupted from its mouth, carrying powerful compressed storms as it burst forth.

[Aerial Burst]

Under that sky-reaching wind cannon blast, even the flesh-covered ground began shaking violently, as if unable to withstand the terrifying pressure.

In an instant! The two horrifying forces instantly collided, the erupting magnificent aura and shining white light seemed to completely submerge everything.

Sharp impacts continuously tore black blood from the flesh ground, the powerful pressure even punched a hole in the purple sky.

But clearly, the Wind Calamity's heavy artillery seemed to have the upper hand.

That huge sky-covering white projectile firmly suppressed the golden light, power seemingly beginning to shift toward the Wind Calamity's side.

Viktor understood - after all, the Calamity before him had already reached level 60.

Even though head-on attacks weren't the Wind Calamity's advantage, the level difference still made it clearly superior.

However...

Viktor raised his staff once again, a white magic array constructing in the air.

The complex hexagram began rotating in mid-air, three curved patterns inlaid above.

In the middle, a giant eagle-like deity extended an arm, slowly pointing toward that golden light.

Viktor smiled faintly, appearing completely confident.

"Don't forget."

"I never said I was a summoner."

As his words fell, the entire space began to sway precariously under the intense offensive.

That god-like giant hand pointed in the air, a thin stream of magic power crawled up along the creature's tentacles, seeping into those hollow eye sockets.

Under the powerful magic enhancement, that golden light beam seemed to grow wider by a circle, its powerful thrust appearing to force that white projectile back several inches.

Viktor's lips curled in contempt.

"Not enough?"

"Then let's add a bit more."

[Fourth-Tier Magic: Manifestation of Forest Folk's Breath]

As the magic array lit up, a verdant green appeared floating in the air.

That streak of emerald green slowly descended toward the ground.

An ocean seemed to float in the air, then crashed heavily onto the purple flesh ground below.

A chaotic trembling green array began slowly being carved out from the ground, triangular outlines gradually appearing.

From the ground, an astounding sky-reaching magical power suddenly burst forth.

That green magic began slowly flowing, gradually merging into the horrifying creature's body covered in golden light.

The next second, the golden light suddenly surged, even completely engulfing the white storm projectile.

The Wind Calamity still burst forth powerful winds from its mouth.

But it could see its advantage was now gradually dissipating!

It suddenly widened its eyes, and in the final moment, the white projectile completely exploded.

The violent airwaves instantly swept through everything!

The soaring golden giant light completely enveloped its sky-covering terrifying body.

Those rotating storms around it were as fragile as paper under that golden light, completely pierced through.

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[Magic Penetration]

The light pierced through the pitch-black damaged scales, shooting straight into the dragon's body.

"Roar!"

Doragon cried out in pain, feeling the tearing and sharp pain transmitted through its body, letting out a roaring screech.

In just the blink of an eye, the Wind Calamity's health dropped to around 20 percent.

Viktor understood clearly.

Being able to gain such an advantage was completely due to the surrounding terrain severely restricting the Wind Calamity's movement paths.

If the terrain was completely open, Doragon would have already fled by now, seeking opportunities to ambush again.

In terms of guerrilla warfare, no being could compare to Doragon.

As the incarnation of wind, it was traceless like a wild gale, its powerful mobility allowing it to rapidly traverse across the world.

Gathering storms in the shadows, delivering terrifying strikes to enemies.

But in this terrain Viktor had specially prepared for it, it was forced to confront head-on.

As such, it played right into Viktor's hands.

Two against one, the advantage was mine.

Those adventurers' minds had completely blanked.

The burly man carrying a giant axe mechanically turned his head to ask the mage beside him.

"Walt, aren't you also a fourth-tier mage? Can you do that?"

"..."

The old mage glanced at the burly man, snorted lightly, too lazy to explain.

At this moment, Hela was also staring intently at the battle before her, her whole body trembling.

That wasn't from fear, nor from dread.

But from excitement.

She buried her head in her arms, her eyes huge in the darkness beneath her limbs.

The patterns in her eyes even began to become uncoordinated, changing patterns frantically.

From her throat, strange sounds seemed to emerge, tingling and numbing.

"Amazing... amazing..."

Sharp cries of near-insane fanatical worship rang from her mouth.

"Viktor Kravina... he's definitely the one I've been looking for."

"Strong, handsome, mysterious... yes, it can only be him."

She suddenly raised her head, body straightening, eyes fixed firmly on the sky.

Arms completely embracing herself, she split open a huge mouth, laughing maniacally as if it almost reached her ears.

Her complexion gradually became flushed, the patterns in her eyes seeming to even begin weaving into dark heart shapes.

"No matter what, I must obtain—"

"His seed."

However, Viktor didn't hear this dangerous statement.

He focused all his attention upward, coldly looking at Doragon.

The dragon before him was covered in wounds, many scales had fallen off its body.

But its eyes still revealed a sense of majesty and horror.

Viktor stared at it intently, his indifferent voice slowly rang out:

"You seem to still not realize where you lost."

"But."

Viktor raised his staff, a surge of intense magical power instantly gushed forth.

His windbreaker flapped frantically, in mid-air, those even more intense patterns again released light.

He expressionlessly looked at the dragon.

"It's time to return that girl to me."

Doragon instantly widened its eyes, as if completely unable to accept this, suddenly raising its dragon head, letting out another huge roar toward the sky.

A dragon's cry passed through, mixed with sounds of hatred, humiliation, and pain.

At this moment, completely intertwined together.

The surrounding atmosphere began gradually cracking.

That magnificent and profound wind and clouds, at this moment, completely submerged the surrounding space.

Howling gales, those storms carrying black metal fragments began continuously rotating, like blades that could cut through all things began dancing.

Viktor narrowed his eyes, seeming to have long anticipated the scene before him.

Every Calamity possessed their own second form.

Doragon was no exception.

Its body was wrapped in astoundingly powerful airflow, seeming able to engulf all surrounding things.

A new batch of scales regrew on its body, but after the erosion of storms and carving of fragment gales, those scales began showing an even more gorgeous and stunning cloud white.

In the rotating violent winds, it was as if passing through a smooth flow, Doragon completely transformed riding the winds.

The winds transformed into intertwining silver-white and golden ribbons, the fangs at its mouth corners obviously protruding, extending out, like a pair of guarding silver moons.

The surrounding airflow obeyed the dragon's scales and fur, becoming even more turbulent.

The Wind Calamity's second form.

[Sky's Tomb Guardian]

Its pressure increased several fold, engulfing everything around.

The white dragon under the winds looked more like the true incarnation of wind!

The adventurers' hearts chilled several degrees, but then, Viktor coldly smiled, raised his head, confidently looking at the transformed dragon in the sky.

"Playing tricks? Think you're the only one who can?"

As his words fell, on his windbreaker, two streaks of red and green light instantly flashed, completely devouring the purple sky.

[Magma Form]

[Flourishing Complete Form]

Two forces instantly erupted, flames and magma accompanied by shaded green forests rose from the ground, the purple flesh seemed to be stabbed with pain, beginning to slightly contract.

Terrifying pressure began pressing on everyone's shoulders, surging elements violently colliding, impacting their already dazed bodies.

Waves of rising momentum made everyone's hearts continuously tremble, extremely heavy.

Finally, in these patches of anomalies, they saw a scene that would shock them for life.

From the rolling magma, a giant beast covered in red magma patterns and flames, opened its fang-filled abyssal mouth slowly rising, stepping into the magma.

From those newly risen groves, another green compound-eyed giant broke through the forest, struggling free of layers of vines, standing atop the dense forest.

Their bodies were attached with layers of terrifying magic power, it was this ocean-like surging magic power that materialized their forms.

Not just the adventurers, when seeing those two equally shocking giant beasts, its cloud-white scales and fur instantly bristled.

As if seeing something it found somewhat unbelievable.

At this moment, three completely different giant beasts stood behind Viktor.

While he calmly stood at the front, holding his staff.

A bright star gradually lit up, piercing through the purple sky, revealing continuously contracting void black holes.

Accompanied by confident words, rising and falling.

"Now, we should be done playing."