Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The last rays of the setting sun as it sank below the horizon dyed the clouds on the horizon a dark purple.

Outside of Deadwood Town, in the wilderness to the north.

Three figures emerged from the twilight.

Two men dressed in dark leather armor walked ahead, their figures thin, their footsteps silent, and their auras extremely restrained.

If you didn't see them with the naked eye, you would hardly notice their presence.

Cass.

Victor.

A legendary mid-rank assassin from the Assassin's Court in the City of a Thousand Towers.

Behind them, a young man followed at a leisurely pace, his dark robes tailored to fit him perfectly, and he held a staff in his hand, the staff inlaid with several pale blue magic crystals.

His strength was only at the lower level of the high rank, but his steps were unhurried, as if he were strolling in his own garden.

Arthur Julian.

The three people stopped 10 kilometers away from the north gate of Kumu Town.

They all looked at the person who was blocking their way.

Morgan.

His short, silvery-white hair gleamed coldly in the twilight, and his blood-red eyes calmly gazed at the three people opposite him.

He held his staff in his left hand, the tip of which was embedded in the soil, while his right hand hung at his side with his fingers slightly spread.

The aura of a legendary figure spread out without any concealment, like an invisible wall standing between the three and the town of Kumu.

Cass stopped in his tracks, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Mr. Morgan."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a condescending, cat-and-mouse-like ease.

"The Tower Master is furious about your decision."

"He gave you a chance, gave you dignity, and was even willing to give your...lower races a way out after you surrendered."

He shook his head, his tone filled with regret.

But you just won't listen.

"Insisting on believing in the help of people of unknown origin."

He took a step forward, releasing his legendary aura, which collided with Morgan's, causing a low hum in the air.

Cass's gaze was like a knife fixed on Morgan's face, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Are you still counting on those two legendary half-demons you sent out?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"Cedric and Lydia have already been captured by Lord Edwin himself."

"As for those demon warriors you hid... they were taken away by the magic families long ago, locked in cages, waiting to be sent to the testing platform."

He paused for a moment, a cruel mockery creeping into his tone.

"And that assassin of yours who was lying in ambush with the Deadwood Overlord."

"What do you think he can do?"

"Even if he detonated the entire barren wasteland, killing all his prey along with the magical families..."

Cass's voice suddenly lowered, like a snake flicking its tongue.

"Lord Edwin can also take your two legendary half-demons back to report."

He took another step forward, his aura pressing down like a mountain.

"And you, Mr. Morgan."

Do you think you can escape?

Cass stared intently at Morgan's face, trying to see regret, fear, or wavering in him.

Even just a tiny bit would be fine.

But all he saw was a calm and uneventful scene.

Morgan's expression remained unchanged; his blood-red eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

Cass frowned slightly, then smiled.

That smile was cold.

His gaze passed over Morgan and landed on the low walls of Deadwood Town in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curved into a wider smile.

"It seems you truly believe that Avalon from the Wailing Wall can save you."

"I just don't know if you've told them..."

He paused for a moment, his voice carrying a cruel, playful tone.

"How many legendary mages did the Thousand Towers deploy for this hunt?"

He held up one finger.

"Ten."

"Ten legendary mages stationed in the barren wasteland are closing in from all directions."

His gaze returned to Morgan's face, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Morgan, tell me, what makes you so confident you can escape with those five thousand-plus burdens?"

Ten legends.

This force is enough to flatten a medium-sized city-state.

Morgan's expression finally changed.

But his change was not the fear, despair, or wavering that Cass had anticipated.

Instead, it was surprise.

It's not surprising that ten legends surrounded us.

Instead, they were surprised by Avalon.

The free city that the black-haired mage spoke of.

He thought it was nothing more than a vague vision, nothing more than a beautiful lie used to win over half-demons.

And this lie actually came from the enemy's mouth.

These words came from the assassin of the City of a Thousand Towers.

Is Avalon actually real?

Morgan's lips slowly curled up into a smile.

He looked at Cass, a hint of gratitude that he himself didn't even realize surfaced in his blood-red eyes.

"Thank you."

His voice was soft and sincere.

"Thank you for telling me where the monk who helped me came from."

"Avalon, the land of freedom, a city-state where there is no discrimination and where half-demons live in harmony with other races."

"I used to think that I was the only one on my path forward."

"But I never expected that someone would have already completed my dream of Eden before me."

Cass's smile froze.

He never expected that his sarcasm would instead ignite the other party's fighting spirit.

This reaction infuriated him more than any counterattack.

Cass's face darkened. He snorted coldly, took a step forward, and drew a short blade from his waist with his right hand.

"Since you remain so stubborn..."

"etc."

Victor placed his hand on his shoulder.

Cass turned his head and looked at Victor.

Victor didn't look at him, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding rocks, bushes, and dead trees, his brows furrowed slightly.

Then he looked at Arthur.

Arthur stood behind the two, holding a staff in his hand, the magic crystal at the tip of the staff emitting a faint blue light.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, his gaze casually sweeping over a patch of grass in the distance.

That glance was so light, like the wind brushing across the tips of grass.

But there was a hint of amusement in his smile.

He didn't say anything, but simply looked away and spoke in a calm tone.

"There are no other legends besides him."

He paused for a moment.

"The legendary rise to power of Avalon is not here."

Victor's brow relaxed.

Cass's lips curled up again.

The two exchanged a glance, their figures slightly lowered.

But Morgan was faster than them.

His staff suddenly sank downwards, the tip of the staff digging deep into the soil, not even reaching the top.

A massive amount of magical power surged from the staff into the ground.

The earth cracked open instantly.

The ground beneath Cass and Victor's feet bulged and cracked, with countless earth spikes emerging from the ground.

The tips of the earth spikes carried a sharp wind aura, and bluish-gray wind blades wrapped around the earth-yellow spike tips, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Cass touched the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly, his short blade drawing an arc in front of him, severing several earth spikes that were aimed at his face.

Victor grabbed Arthur by the back of his collar and flung him away, then dodged a barrage of earth spikes.

Arthur's body flew over a hundred meters away and landed on a relatively flat piece of ground in the distance.

He swayed for a moment, then braced himself with his staff to steady himself.

Cass and Victor landed.

The soil beneath my feet is no longer soil.

It became sticky and wet, like a churned swamp, clinging to their ankles.

Each time you lift your foot, it takes several times more effort than usual.

Not just the soles of the feet.

The entire area, spanning several hundred meters in radius, has been transformed into this state.

A huge, dark yellow swamp trapped Cass and Victor in the center.

The quagmire is still expanding.

Three hundred meters, four hundred meters, five hundred meters.

Morgan stood in the center of the mud pit, his body supported by a solid rock platform beneath his feet.

The staff was deeply embedded in the rock, its shaft trembling slightly, and the magic crystal at its tip emitted a dazzling light.

Cass's face darkened.

Magic within this range cannot be activated instantly.

Even with prior preparation, it was impossible for him and Victor not to have sensed the presence of magic.

The only possibility is that the other party hid this massive magic deep underground.

He pulled his foot out of the mud with a gurgling sound, but it quickly sank back in.

"Bury the magic circle underground..."

His voice carried a subtle hint of admiration.

"Such a subtle method is truly remarkable, Mr. Morgan."

He looked up at Morgan.

"But after activating such a large magic circle, are you sure you still have the power to cast another legendary spell to kill us?"

Unlike ordinary extraordinary mages, legendary mages can also cast legendary spells, but they rarely use them in combat.

While the existing legendary magic is incredibly powerful, capable of shattering a legendary assassin's aura with a single strike, it is slow to activate, consumes a lot of magic power, and is extremely difficult to hit.

The most fatal flaw is that, apart from top-tier legendary mages, almost no other legendary mages can cast two legendary spells at the same time.

As for using extraordinary magic to control and then using legendary magic to deal damage?

Extraordinary magic simply could not control a legendary assassin.

In other words, on the surface, Morgan outmaneuvered Cass and Victor, putting them under tight control.

But there was nothing they could do.

If this drags on, Morgan, who is maintaining the massive magic circle, will inevitably lose.

Morgan knew this.

Cass and Victor knew this too.

The two stopped struggling.

Cass holstered the short blade back into his waistband, his feet sinking into the mud, his body slumping slightly.

Victor crossed his arms and looked coldly at Morgan.

They stopped moving.

Like two insects encased in amber, they quietly await the passage of time.

Morgan shifted his gaze from the two of them to Arthur, who had been thrown out of the magic's range in the distance.

The young man stood on flat ground a hundred meters away, his staff supporting him, his robes fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.

His expression was calm, even a little languid, as if he were watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.

Morgan spoke up.

"Your high-ranking mage holds a very prestigious position."

"Aren't you afraid my men will capture him?"

Morgan noticed Arthur's special qualities during the negotiations.

His reaction to the two legends was not humility, but arrogance.

Cass laughed.

That smile carried an almost reverent certainty.

"Capture him?"

He repeated it as if he had heard a joke.

"Mr. Morgan, if you can capture him..."

He paused for a moment.

"Then you've got our lifeline in your grasp."

"So, quickly send your men to capture him."

Morgan's pupils contracted slightly.

He saw the confidence in Cass's eyes and the calm smile on Victor's face.

That wasn't a disguise.

That was a genuine, heartfelt conviction.

They were not afraid that Arthur would be captured.

They even expected Morgan to send men to capture Arthur.

A sense of unease rose in Morgan's heart.

He quickly lowered his head and spoke urgently into the communication stone inside his robe.

"Something's not right with that young man."

"Hurry up and go."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a muffled explosion came from the other end of the communication stone.

It wasn't the sound of voices, it was an explosion.

The sound was muffled, like something had exploded in the distance.

Morgan suddenly looked up in Arthur's direction.

100 meters away.

Arthur's body slowly rose into the air.

It's not jumping, it's not running, it's true levitation.

His robes fluttered in the twilight, and the magic crystal at the tip of his staff emitted a dazzling blue light.

Magical items floated out from his arms, sleeves, and belt, slowly rotating around his body.

A deep blue gemstone floated above his head, radiating a light as profound as the starry sky.

A dark silver pocket watch hung on his chest, the cover half open, the hands motionless.

A golden badge was inlaid on the collar of his robe, its light shining like the sun.

Three props, three kinds of light.

Deep blue, dark silver, and golden yellow.

They revolve around Arthur, like planets around stars.

Behind him, magical rings slowly unfolded.

It's not legendary magic.

It is extraordinary.

A series of magical rings appeared behind him, layer upon layer, densely packed.

The storm's cyan, the flame's red, the ice's blue, and the lightning's purple.

More than a dozen extraordinary spells were activated simultaneously, and the ring of light tore through the twilight, illuminating half the sky.

Arthur stood in the center of those circles, like a monarch on a throne.

On the ground opposite him.

a mess.

The entire withered forest was blown away; the thick tree trunks were uprooted and lay scattered on the ground.

The bushes disappeared, and a layer of ground was shoveled away, revealing the dark yellow soil and gravel underneath.

The charred marks spread outwards from the center, and the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

Elvia knelt amidst the rubble.

Her armor was shattered.

The breastplate was torn open with a long gash, the shoulder armor was gone, and only a few fragments of the skirt armor remained hanging at the waist.

The fragments were scattered in the soil around her, gleaming dimly in the twilight.

A trace of blood clung to the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto the gravel.

She gasped for breath, her golden eyes fixed on Arthur in the air, her pupils filled with horror.

Beside her, two half-demon warriors lay on the ground.

Ian and Colin.

They lay motionless, half-buried in rubble and mud, their faces covered in blood.

Before they could break free after being discovered by Arthur, they were blasted to the ground by a barrage of magic.

The extraordinary warrior didn't even have a chance to react in that instant.

Elvia saw it.

She saw the magic rings light up the moment they appeared and felt the magic power suddenly gather in the air.

Her body reacted faster than her brain.

He rolled and dodged, channeling all his energy into his body.

Even so, she still couldn't completely escape it.

The aftershock slammed into her like a wall, tearing her armor apart and throwing her body away.

If it weren't for that instinctive intuition, she would be just like those two half-demon warriors now.

Elvia looked around at the uprooted forest, the flattened ground, and the acrid smell of burning in the air.

My head is buzzing.

Is this the kind of damage that a high-level player can cause?

Arthur in the air was also observing the ground.

His gaze swept over the two unconscious half-demon warriors, finally settling on Elvia.

Despite being directly hit by his first volley of magic, the high-ranking individual survived.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Arthur's lips.

He raised his staff, and the magic crystal at the tip shone brightly.

The extraordinary magical ring behind them also rotated simultaneously.

The second wave of attacks.

The light exploded, and storms, flames, ice, and lightning poured down like a torrential rain.

The withered forest was torn apart again, the ground was repeatedly plowed, and scorch marks piled up layer upon layer.

But after the smoke cleared, the golden figure was no longer in Arthur's sight.

Arthur remained silent for a moment before slowly descending to the ground.

He landed beside the pool of blood, squatted down, and gently touched it with his fingertip.

In my field of vision, a thin line of soul is constantly moving.

The opponent is still alive despite his extraordinary attack and is on the run.

Arthur's lips slowly curled into a smile.

"interesting."

It then flew deeper into the wasteland.