Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The instant an electric spark drifts into the pollen.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then--

boom!!

The first spark exploded.

It ignited the surrounding suspended pollen grains.

Those particles burn instantly, releasing even hotter temperatures.

It ignites more pollen.

One person tells ten.

The word spreads from ten to a hundred.

It spread like wildfire.

The entire theater is filled with dried pollen.

Combustion within one-hundredth of a second!

That wasn't an ordinary flame.

That was the shock wave generated by the simultaneous explosion of countless particles.

boom!!!

Centered on the stage, an orange-red fireball suddenly expanded!

The scorching heatwave swept outwards in all directions.

The rotten chair was torn to pieces.

The tattered curtain turned to ashes.

Six white jade pillars.

The stone pillars that once supported this magnificent theater.

It snapped in two with a deafening roar in the shockwave!

The remaining skeleton of the dome was completely blown away.

Countless pebbles, wood chips, and ashes.

Enveloped by the blast wave, it shot out in all directions!

The explosions did not stop.

The first wave of impact has just passed.

The dust kicked up by the explosion was reignited by the high temperature.

A second wave of explosions followed immediately!

boom!!!

This time, it's even more powerful.

The walls of the entire opera house were cracked from the inside.

The cracks spread like a spider web.

next second.

It collapsed with a roar!

Pebbles rained down, scattering in all directions.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, forming a dark red mushroom cloud.

It covered the ruins within a radius of several hundred meters.

Outside the theater.

The knight, entangled in the window frame, was struck head-on by the shockwave.

The three riders were torn to pieces the instant they came into contact with the shockwave; their limbs were ripped apart and their torsos were broken.

The other four riders, who were clinging to the high windows, were blown away by the explosion and fell into the ruins a hundred meters away.

Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the high temperature.

Bones shattered, flesh evaporated.

Eleven riders.

Total annihilation.

Viewed from a distance.

In the northern part of Mirror City, a dark red flame shot into the sky.

It illuminated the ruins of the entire dead city.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of explosion.

It stirred up layers of smoke and dust.

It shattered all the remaining walls within a hundred meters.

Even the ruins several kilometers away could be heard trembling faintly.

Ten kilometers away.

Inside the temple.

boom!!

A dull, loud noise came from the far north.

The ground trembled slightly.

Dust settled and fell from the dome.

Ash struggled to lift his head.

Looking north through the broken window.

There, the sky was tinged with a dark red.

Hannah also opened her eyes.

The firelight was reflected in his crimson eyes.

The two looked at each other.

A hint of disbelief flashed in their eyes.

Behind them, two glass beads quietly slid to their sides.

A voice, passing through their souls, silently resounded in their minds.

On the other side...

Modo's true form stood before the altar.

His empty eye sockets suddenly opened, and he stared intently at the north.

He opened his mouth.

No sound was made.

died.

They're all dead.

The eleven riders he controlled, connected to him by blood.

Including the extraordinary high-ranking knights he used to attach his consciousness.

They're all dead.

He died from the magic of a high-ranking mage.

Still three mid-level spells.

Modo gazed at the gradually fading flames in the north.

His face remained as calm as ever.

Within the empty eye sockets, the ghostly flame flickered steadily.

But inside him, a storm was raging.

That kind of explosive power...

It has reached the level of legendary magic.

A high-ranking mage can cast legendary magic?

How is that possible?

Modo slowly withdrew his gaze.

The sense of absurdity lingered in my mind for a long time.

But he was not afraid.

Because Death Knights are immortal.

Even if it gets blown to pieces.

They can be resurrected by activating the immortal blood within them.

And Bill.

That guy is blessed by the Blood God and has an immortal body.

Even if it gets hit head-on, it won't die.

Therefore, the apparent annihilation is nothing.

John was the only one who was being relentlessly suppressed by the assassin.

They wiped them out almost dozens of times.

This is not a big deal overall.

Modo closed his eyes.

Consciousness sinks into the depths of the soul.

Go and locate Bill's position.

They wanted him to resurrect the other Death Knights.

then.

He was stunned.

That spiritual connection with Bill...

broken.

It has completely disappeared.

It was as if that vampire had never existed.

Modo's eyes widened.

Within the empty eye sockets, ghostly flames trembled violently.

That's impossible.

Soul tracking is the first of the tracking magic.

Its high-level tracking techniques completely overwhelmed all legendary and epic techniques.

Because its foundation is the soul itself.

As long as the target still has a soul, it can still be tracked by the threads of that soul.

It cannot be cut off.

On the continent of Akara today, the only thing capable of blocking soul tracking is...

Only those spirit demons composed of pure souls are capable of attacking the soul.

However, the black-haired mage was clearly a living person.

How could that be...?

Modo's thoughts came to a standstill at that moment.

An unprecedented fear surged from the depths of my soul.

Just then.

laugh!

A very thin gust of wind shot out from the side!

Modo's scalp suddenly exploded!

Without thinking, he instinctively growled:

"John!"

The legendary knight moved instantly.

A heavy sword blocks!

clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

A dusty gray dagger was knocked away.

It tumbled through the air before falling to the ground.

Modo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He watched the ordinary dagger fly out.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Oh no.

It's a trap!

The shock of that moment made him instinctively use...

The only Death Knight he had left.

John.

John, the legendary figure.

John is Ash's only support!

No other means could contain this legendary assassin!

Modo suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the altar.

There.

The chains binding Ash are breaking.

He was covered in blood, but one thing was visible.

A laugh so grotesque it was almost ferocious.

Thanks.

His hoarse voice echoed through the temple.

next moment.

Ash moved.

He was clearly seriously injured.

Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur.

He leaped up.

Reach out.

He caught the gray dagger falling from the sky.

He turned the dagger in his palm and gripped it in reverse.

A flash of gray light.

Modo didn't even see the movement clearly.

I felt a chill on my neck.

laugh.

His head flew up.

The view rotates in the air.

He saw his headless body slowly fall down.

He saw that Ash had passed him and was rushing toward John.

The legendary knight had just turned around.

The greatsword has not yet been raised.

Ash had snuggled into his arms.

The gray dagger thrust out.

It pierces through the lower jaw and reaches the top of the skull.

One twist.

John the Knight's head also flew up.

Two headless bodies.

One stands before the altar.

One stood frozen in place.

At the same time, it collapsed with a crash.

Ash landed and knelt on one knee.

He was panting heavily.

The gray dagger slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.