Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Bill raised his hand.

The heavy bronze door slowly opened.

The door hinges made a screeching sound, and dust fell from the edge of the door frame.

He stepped into the darkness.

Behind him, the Death Knight silently dispersed.

Eleven riders dispersed and surrounded the entire opera house.

Three riders guarded the main gate.

The four riders climbed onto the high windows on both sides.

The remaining four riders circled around to the back door and escape route.

There were no words, only the sound of boots stepping on gravel.

Within one minute, the entire building was completely surrounded.

A knight resembling a scout floated above the porch.

It raised its hands, its ten fingers spread wide.

Ten fine black threads shot out from the fingertips.

Black silk threads intertwined in the air, spreading across the entire building.

Entwined around the window frame.

Seal the door shut.

It seeps in by pressing against the cracks in the exterior wall, blocking every possible exit.

Half a minute later.

The entire opera house was covered by a layer of semi-transparent black netting.

Modo looked at the net through the scout's eye sockets.

The black silk is woven from powerful energy and demonic energy, making it tough and imbued with sensory perception.

Any touch will instantly trigger an alarm.

No matter how strong the opponent's concealment magic is, it is impossible to pass through these meshes without touching the actual object.

Once they touch, they can lock onto each other through the gap.

The extraordinary high-ranking knight, controlled by Modo, slowly walked to Bill's side.

Empty eye sockets gaze into the darkness deep within the theater.

"He's still inside."

"It didn't move."

Bill raised an eyebrow.

"Wait to die?"

He smiled.

"Then let him have his way."

The two exchanged a glance, confirming that the other could not escape.

At the same time, they stepped into the theater.

The moonlight shone in from behind, casting two shadows in front of them.

The theater's interior was more dilapidated than I had imagined.

The dome had collapsed most of its way down, and moonlight streamed in through the crack.

Rows of seats were rotten and collapsed, emitting a pungent musty smell.

Only half of the stage curtain remained, hanging from the horizontal bar.

Everywhere was covered in dust and fallen leaves.

Bill paused slightly.

A strange smell filled the air.

He sniffed it lightly.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"……pollen?"

Modo looked at him.

"What?"

Bill raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

Open your palm.

Under the moonlight, fine powder could be faintly seen.

"It's pollen."

"And it's filled with magic."

"A mid-level wood-type spell, Pollen Spell."

Modo looked around.

Only then did I notice that fine powder was floating everywhere inside the theater.

On the seats, on the steps, on the fragments of the curtain.

Everywhere was covered with a thin layer.

More pollen is suspended in the air, drifting slowly with the air currents.

What's unusual is that this pollen did not accumulate naturally.

They are lifted by extremely small air currents and slowly and evenly dispersed throughout the space.

Modo reached out and touched the air currents around him.

There is a subtle magic hidden in the wind.

Bill sensed it for a moment.

"Intermediate-level spell, Breeze Barrier."

He pointed to the dry air around him.

"Also, a mid-level spell, Drying Spell."

Motoro was silent for a few seconds.

"What kind of harm will it cause?"

Bill was taken aback.

Then he smiled.

The laughter echoed through the empty theater.

"harm?"

He pointed to the pollen drifting in the air.

"Pollen Technology - Making Flowers Bloom More Vibrantly"

"Gentle Breeze Barrier - Making the wind blow softer."

"Drying technology—making the environment drier."

He paused.

The smile deepened.

"What harm could those three spells possibly cause?"

"This is a disgrace to magic."

"A little trick performed by street minstrels."

"It makes the little girl clap her hands happily."

"It can add a more romantic atmosphere to the theater."

He looked around and opened his arms.

"Is he using all this to give me a farewell performance?"

Modo did not speak.

He simply stared into the depths of darkness.

In my perception, the two figures were still quietly standing in the direction of the stage.

Not moving at all.

It's like they're waiting for them.

Bill and Mordo walked through rows of decaying seats.

The heels of the boots left clear footprints on the accumulated dust.

Pollen rose slowly at my feet and then drifted away on the wind.

The stage is getting closer.

Moonlight poured in from the crack in the dome, illuminating what lay ahead.

Flying boat.

The thing hovered silently above the stage, about two meters off the ground.

Its design is extremely bizarre.

The ship has a narrow, long hull covered with icicle-like metal blades.

Two short, thick copper pipes stand upright at the tail, with their openings facing backward.

The bow of the ship was facing the theater entrance, which was the direction they were facing.

Direction: outwards.

Like someone ready to escape at any moment.

There were two people sitting on the airship.

The young mage with black hair wore a worn-out old robe.

His face was frighteningly pale, and his lips were completely bloodless.

He was nervously looking around.

My gaze swept across the pollen-filled air and over the dark corners.

Like a wild beast being hunted, searching for its last chance to survive.

A woman with short, light blonde hair sat beside him.

Her purple eyes were lowered, and her face was equally pale.

The two were standing very close.

Bill looked at that pale face and those wary eyes that darted around.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Yo."

He drawled out his words.

"Is this the mage that Jesse fears?"

He walked onto the stage and paced around the flying boat.

"His face was as white as a dead person's."

"His eyes were bulging with panic, like a stray dog ​​that's been chased for three blocks."

He stopped in front of Lin Gui, tilting his head.

"What's wrong, are you scared?"

Lin Gui withdrew his gaze from the pollen.

He turned to Bill, then glanced at the silent Death Knight behind him.

He nodded.

"Yes, I'm so scared."

The voice was flat.

"I'm terrified."

He pointed to the flying boat beneath him, which was facing out the door.

"Look, they're getting ready to run away."

Bill looked at him.

His pale face had an unusually indifferent expression.

A trembling without fear.

There was no forced composure.

It was just... indifferent.

It's like stating a fact that has nothing to do with oneself.

Bill's smile froze for a moment.

This attitude.

It's more infuriating than any provocation.

Modo's voice came from behind:

"Take them down first."

He paused.

"Something's strange here."

Before he could finish speaking...

Bill moved.

His figure transformed into a blood-red shadow, rushing straight at Lin Gui on the flying boat!

The riders controlled by Motorola started up simultaneously.

The greatsword was drawn, and the enemy flanked from the other side!

The two were like two black lightning bolts.

Distance from the airship......

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Lin Gui raised his hand.

Gently rub your thumb and ring finger together.

Magic surges at your fingertips.

Bill's pupils contracted sharply.

coming soon.

The magic that the other side truly wanted to counter them with.

What kind of attack will it be?

Legendary-level large-scale destructive power?

Or is it some kind of curse-based instant-death magic?

His blood mist had condensed into a shield, ready to withstand the attack.

then.

He saw it.

A tiny spark of electricity flickered from Lin Gui's fingertips.

Crackling sound.

So faint as to be almost inaudible.

Bill was stunned.

Motoro was stunned.

This is... an electric spark?

Basic magic?

The one the kids on the street use to light a campfire?

A tremendous sense of loss arose simultaneously in their hearts.

doubt.

absurd.

And, a nameless fear.

Because they don't understand.

The opponent used so much magic to set up this.

Lead them here.

How could that be...?

Just this?

There was no time for them to figure it out.

Lin Gui flicked the lightning from his fingertips.

The tiny spark of electricity drifted into the pollen that filled the air.

next moment.

My vision was completely illuminated.