The spectators watching the run of stars condensing at tremendous speed felt a certain sacredness imprinted in their genes from time immemorial.

�This is the end!�

Sirone glared at Infercus, who was writhing in pain, and raised his arms and clenched his fists.

Vanishing Magic, Quasar.

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Endless flashes of light flooded the center of Inpercus, which was enveloped in a huge light.

Aaaaaa!

Because it was the strongest creature, the dragon�s scream made me feel unknown fear.

�Fourteen percent!�11 percent!�

As the analysts shouted, the audience clenched their fists without even blinking their eyelids.

�Is it really possible?�

In history as well as in mythology, one handful of events were being reproduced right in front of my eyes.

Krrrrr!

Just then, Inpercus wriggled viciously in a massive storm.

�The magic is being restored!�13 percent!�Fifteen percent!�

�It sounds like a geeky inspiration.�What if I set up the concentration of magical power?�

It was proof that it was not a program that was designed with the assumption of clear from the beginning.

�17 percent!�19 percent!�Keep going up!�

As Inpercus�s head gradually bent toward the ground, the contestants equipped their magic with tired expressions.

�damn!�hold on!�Concentrate your firepower!�

While everyone was preoccupied with the dragon, only Sirone turned and headed towards the corner.

�no.�

said the woman in the hood.

�I can�t stand that.�

Key eh eh!

Infercus� back, which was trying to escape the quasar by concentrating its magical energy, was bent to such an extent that the spine was bent.

�It is condensed.�You have crossed the threshold.�

As Baikal said, as the size of the quasar decreased, the impact began to increase.

�Nine percent!�7 percent!�

At that point, the dragon�s body twisted. JrNovels.com