Chapter 276
Chapter 276: Useless Thing, I'll Find You More Followers Next Time
Above the churning black sea of clouds, 2 enormous Calamities hung suspended in the air.
Massive currents collided violently. A terrifying force suddenly fractured from high in the sky, like a colossal mountain pressing down toward the ground.
Beneath the clouds, Gulton and Dozarel faced each other, neither yielding.
2 surging forces coiled around one another. Scorching and heavy, the aura crashed relentlessly against Dozarel's heart.
Damp and biting gales struck like blades, driving deep into Gulton's molten lungs and bones. A feeling of frailty instantly flooded through its body like seawater, spreading to every limb.
Lorelei swam back and forth through the ocean. Witnessing this scene, she clutched her head in panic.
Eyes wide, her face filled with shock, she cried out in fright:
"What—what—what—what—what—what is happening?! Is the world ending!?"
Just moments ago, she had experienced it at impossibly close range—the overwhelming pressure that radiated from a Calamity.
The instant those 2 ultimate Skills collided, it was as though the entire world were about to be swallowed whole, filling her with incomparable shock and despair.
The waves had surged all the way into the sky, as if some divine being had lifted the vast blue expanse from the earth itself, attempting to drain the entire ocean dry.
The air fell into complete stillness. Several blinding, razor-sharp rays of light tangled together and detonated before her eyes.
Though silence had already settled over the surroundings, the explosion still rang out inside her heart through the light that flooded her vision, rattling her internal organs.
Only once her heartbeat returned to calm did her senses slowly come back to her.
Having regained her composure, Lorelei looked up at the sky—and immediately felt her vision go dark.
It was as if the entire world had been turned upside down.
Why were there 2 more of them?
Hadn't the original 2 been enough?
If this kept up, this stretch of ocean might truly be lost.
Of course, even if Viktor had wanted to summon another Calamity, it would have been nearly impossible now.
Because Weija, perched on Viktor's shoulder, had begun to lose color. Its feathers were gradually turning a deathly white.
Its body swayed unsteadily, as though it might topple from Viktor's shoulder at any moment.
Its bird-head drooped. In an utterly exhausted voice, it said to Viktor:
"Viktor, next time you want to pull something this big…"
"Give me some advance notice first…"
With those words, it lost consciousness entirely, unable to stir again.
Viktor used Magic to fix the Crow to his shoulder, then turned his gaze toward the 4 Calamities ahead.
The surging ocean transformed into countless rising waves. Accompanied by waterspouts spiraling up from the sea's surface, they churned endlessly around Dozarel's body.
Beneath Gulton's feet, the Scorched Earth grew broader. Blazing flames surged from the ground, forming towering walls of fire that stretched across the sky.
The tall walls of flame licked at the dark, heavy clouds, attempting to cut off every trace of the ocean's presence.
The sky above the black clouds was equally terrifying. Dorakon was entirely engulfed by smoke-white storms, the surrounding space warping continuously under incomprehensible pressure.
White squalls and black storm clouds merged completely, forming terrible, colossal claws capable of tearing all things apart.
Summoning a full Calamity was still somewhat beyond what Weija could currently manage.
Viktor knew this—but he had summoned it regardless.
Because…
He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
There, facing Dorakon, was a massive dragon, its body a purple-black hue traced with glowing blue patterns.
Its enormous limbs hung in the air. Powerful muscles stood out sharply even against the backdrop of the cloud layer. Behind its black form stretched a pair of massive, darkness-cloaking wings, fanning slowly through the air.
Those enormous round dragon pupils radiated a brilliant light, overflowing with regal authority that seeped into the air around them.
Yellow-green lightning threaded with purple thunder flickered ceaselessly through the clouds, as if capable of obliterating all things in an instant.
The Calamity of Lightning—Reileis.
It seemed that because the other Calamities had all entered their 2nd phase, Reileis refused to be left behind.
And so, patterns began to gradually cover its body.
Its form grew slightly more streamlined. Its 4 limbs transformed, developing remarkable horn-like protrusions, as though armor now encased its entire body.
Its arms grew thicker—as if it had seized lightning itself in its grip, forging it with painstaking care.
Its enormous tail, like a great engine, blazed with purple-black electrical light, spinning ceaselessly through the air at breathtaking speed.
【The Forge-Master of Thunderstorms】
The lightning and thunder in all directions seemed to gather every storm the world had ever known. Countless razor-sharp lightning blades spun at high speed around it, rapidly flickering particles illuminating the entire sky.
The air trembled violently beneath that fearsome electricity. The surrounding winds, drawn in by its force, became wildly chaotic.
A numb, tingling sensation spread continuously across Dorakon's scales as dry air surged into its body.
It was as if lightning had already coursed completely through every blood vessel and bone.
Viktor watched the lightning flashing across the sky. His body trembled slightly. Through his eyes, a trace of frenzied excitement showed.
His heart pounded. Every drop of blood in his body seemed to race madly in that moment, stirring a nameless elation in his mind.
Yes. This was it. Exactly this.
This was the first time.
This was the first time Viktor, in this world, had felt a genuine challenge.
A situation he had never encountered even in the game.
All 4 Calamities, gathered in one place.
So, right now, Viktor was extremely excited.
The appearance of the Calamity of Lightning had been entirely sudden.
Absolutely unexpected, by any measure.
Viktor had not accounted for the Calamity of Lightning in this battle.
And Weija had lost consciousness from the overdrawn Magic Power.
Because Viktor had used every last drop of his Magic Power to resurrect Dorakon.
So until Weija recovered, he had no further Magic Power reserves to draw upon.
Of course, if he had not summoned the Calamity of Wind, this battle would likely have been even harder to fight.
"As expected, strength still isn't enough."
The aquamarine glow in Viktor's eyes slowly faded, dissolving into scattered star-points before disappearing into those obsidian depths.
"Next time, I'll find you more followers."
The just-withdrawn Ulruste shattered once more into countless gleaming fragments of cerulean light, dancing through the air.
But quickly, those countless shards of jade-green began to gather again, drawn back into Viktor's hand.
"So for now…"
"Let me face this alone—"
The 4 Calamities roared at one another. Earth-shaking, heaven-splitting cries rang out like 4 colossal drums striking simultaneously.
A deep, resonant sound—reverberating in every direction.
The 4 great Elements of the world, in that moment, became extraordinarily wild and restless.
The entire world shuddered and surged. Space suddenly fractured into colorless rifts, scattering countless overflowing natural energies outward to every corner of the world.
4 broad, towering HP bars rose simultaneously, rapidly stretching toward the horizon, spanning tens of thousands of miles.
Calamity of Fire—Gulton【Lava Form】 Lv60
Calamity of Water—Dozarel【Tidal Origin】 Lv60
Calamity of Wind—Dorakon【Skyborne Tomb-Guardian】 Lv60
Calamity of Lightning—Reileis【The Forge-Master of Thunderstorms】 Lv60
Viktor stood amid the 4 Calamities, like a black stone that had wandered by mistake into 4 extreme and opposing environments.
Gales howled ceaselessly at his ears. The Coat at his back strained as if trying to break free of all restraint, pulling at Viktor's body, lifting behind him.
And yet Viktor's smile was utterly confident. Even amid these 4 Calamities, he remained completely composed.
As though the entire world had been held, right there in his hand.
"What a rare and precious gift."