At this moment, this was Fron's full power.
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Pain!
Every part of his body was sending this one signal back to his brain.
But Fron, having entered the state of [Total Concentration], easily blocked out those chaotic and disordered nerve signals.
Perhaps this was just self-deception. No matter what he did, the power of magic was still eroding him every second. Yet under [Total Concentration], he was able to perfectly control that swelling power and make it his own.
"[Advanced · Sword of Victory –!!!]"
Hoarsely growling in a low voice, under layer upon layer of pressure, Fron once again released the original strength of his domain!
Watching the twisted figure roaring amidst the dazzling flames, Gareth, Tione, Tiona, Ais, Bete, and the others instantly widened their eyes!
"That guy Fron, is he trying to throw his life away?! In this state, he's actually chanting Riveria's wide-area annihilation magic… he…"
Tiona's voice made the golden-haired girl who had been watching the young man show a face of worry, her eyes fixed tightly on his back, her hands crossed in front of her as if praying.
Only Gareth, after his initial shock, calmed down.
"So this is what Riveria meant… his true essence of magic. What terrifying power. Such a strong spell, its effect has probably already surpassed the limits of what we imagined."
But when he thought of that boy's extraordinary abilities before every level-up, old man Gareth let out a booming laugh.
"Hey, old man! At a time like this, how can you still laugh!"
Seeing Fron engulfed in blazing flames, yet the dwarf actually burst out laughing, Tiona couldn't hide her anger.
Ignoring the younger one's tone, the dwarf used his big hand, covered in a broken gauntlet, to stroke his dirty, messy beard. He glanced at the figure wrapped in roaring flames, as well as the scarlet-stained staff.
"You all underestimate Fron. With his body's attributes, even if he can't truly control such terrifying magic, just barely using it is more than enough. I think, with his clever mind, he's already calculated everything."
Saying this, he looked at Finn, still unconscious on Raul's back, and revealed a relieved smile.
"That Finn really is lucky. Looks like he has a successor now."
With Fron's skills and magic fully unleashed, showing his strongest stance, the magical power he drew out to the extreme gathered and condensed without pause, endlessly surging and trembling.
A suffocating pressure spread outward rapidly with him as the center.
As Fron's enemy, the bull-type spirit clone, the [Heavenly Bull]Gugalannathat Ishtar had kept as her trump card, also sensed the breath of death, its massive body trembling.
The female form parasitizing between the cluster of cursed horns on its head revealed a strange smile, her eyes locked on the figure shining with infinite magic.
"Ah, ah, ah, "
The female body seemed to speak, seemed to chant, its eerie chants twisting the faces of everyone who couldn't withstand it.
…
Besides the [Loki Familia] and the spirit clone, there were others secretly watching from hidden rooms in the shadows.
Thanatos, Barca, Dix, and others also focused on this battle.
"Heh, this situation… seems quite interesting."
A charming yet arrogant female voice interrupted the spectators.
Turning around, they saw two figures slowly walking through a hidden passage.
Along the corridor etched with mysterious murals, the shadows split, and two figures emerged.
"It's you… Ishtar."
Wearing a dress that revealed her perfect figure, captivating all eyes, her unparalleled beauty was such that even a single glance could draw one in.
She held a long smoking pipe to her purple lips, intoxicated as she deeply inhaled.
Seeing the goddess who exuded allure with every breath, Thanatos narrowed his eyes beneath his hood.
"Well, well, what a rare guest. My investor, to think you'd grace us with your presence today. This humble place wasn't prepared, but perhaps you'll overlook it and make do?"
"Hmph, Thanatos. Don't play your hypocritical tricks in front of me. Do you think I'm like those foolish believers you toy with? Boring."
The short exchange between them was filled with gunpowder.
Even Barca, who normally ignored worldly matters and wore a gloomy face, could hear it, let alone Dix, the infamous [Hazer] known throughout Orario.
Casting a glance at Fron, now gripping his weapon with both hands and lowering into a lunging stance, magical energy extending from his purple-glowing staff-spear, Dix laughed:
"Although I welcome a goddess whose beauty is top-class even among the heavens, don't you think your appearance here not only endangers you, but might drag us into unnecessary risks as well?"
Holding her pipe, the goddess walked with a catlike stride to Thanatos's side, leaning forward with interest as she glanced at the kneeling believers below.
"Heh, what's the use of saying such nonsense now? Haven't I already come here several times? Besides, do you think I enjoy coming to this gloomy, lifeless place? Speaking of which, you skulking around all the time, hiding in the shadows, this goddess has been looking for you for quite a while, you know?"
She glanced back at her attendants: a male servant with hands at his sides, bowing respectfully, and a robed figure in a purple cloak wearing a mask, guiding the way. Thanatos seemed thoughtful.
Although the two sides were allies, cooperating in smuggling and funding, there was little communication beyond that.
Of course, the [Evilus], like Barca, a descendant of the Daedalus craftsmen, needed vast resources to build the artificial dungeon.
Smuggling through the harbor town of Melen was one of their forced methods of raising funds.
Ishtar also traded with Thanatos and invested large amounts of material and money. Controlling the entire "Pleasure District," her [Ishtar Familia] was among the wealthiest in Orario.
Still, compared to the city's two great factions, Loki and Freya, she lagged in scale.
And unlike those explorer-type familias who gambled with their lives, her faction had more stable foundations.
Originally, with her trump card in hand, the crushing strength that would bury Loki Familia's children left Ishtar in a very good mood.
But when her eyes caught the projection of Fron's body burning with red flames, streaking like a meteor and piercing the entire chamber in a single strike, her expression froze. The smoking pipe slipped from her hand, falling to the ground without her even noticing.
"[Finishing Move]"
"[Surtr's Flame (surtalogi) –!!!!!]"
"Haaahhh!!"