The moment the electric spark drifted into the pollen.
Time seemed to stand still for a heartbeat.
Then—
BOOM!!
The first spark detonated.
It ignited the surrounding suspended pollen particles.
Those particles combusted instantly, releasing even more searing temperatures.
They ignited even more pollen.
One spread to ten.
Ten spread to a hundred.
A hundred spread to a thousand.
The dry pollen throughout the entire theater.
Within a hundredth of a second, it all combusted simultaneously!
That was no ordinary fire.
It was a shockwave generated by the simultaneous deflagration of countless particles.
BOOM!!!
Centered on the stage, an orange-red fireball abruptly expanded!
A searing wave of air crushed outward in all directions.
Decayed seats were torn to shreds.
The tattered curtains were reduced to ash.
The six white jade pillars.
The pillars that had once propped up this magnificent theater.
They snapped and shattered within the shockwave!
The remaining framework of the dome was blown away entirely.
Countless fragments of stone, wood chips, and ash.
Caught in the blast of air, they shot out in every direction!
The explosion did not stop.
The first wave of impact had just passed.
The dust kicked up by the blast was ignited once more by the high temperatures.
A second wave of explosion followed immediately!
BOOM!!!
This time, the power was even greater.
The walls of the entire Opera House were forced outward and split from the inside.
Cracks spread like a spiderweb.
The next second.
It collapsed with a thunderous roar!
Debris rained down, splashing in every direction.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, forming a dark red mushroom cloud.
It completely shrouded the ruins for hundreds of meters around.
Outside the theater.
The knights clinging to the window lattices were hit head-on by the shockwave.
Three knights were torn apart the moment the air current made contact; limbs were shredded, and torsos were snapped.
The other four knights clinging to the high windows were blown away by the explosion, falling into the ruins a hundred meters away.
Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the high heat.
Bones shattered, and flesh evaporated.
Eleven knights.
Total annihilation.
Viewed from a distance.
In the northern part of Mirror-Shadow City, a mass of dark red fire soared into the sky.
It illuminated the ruins of the entire dead city.
The shockwave expanded from the center of the explosion toward the surroundings.
It kicked up layers of smoke and dust.
It shattered every remaining wall within a hundred meters.
Even in the ruins several kilometers away, a faint vibration could be felt.
Ten kilometers away.
Inside the temple.
Rumble!!
A dull, massive sound echoed from the north.
The ground trembled slightly.
Accumulated dust trickled down from the dome.
Hugh raised his head with difficulty.
Through the broken window lattices, he looked toward the north.
There, the sky was reflected in a dark red hue.
Hannah also opened her eyes.
Within her crimson pupils, the glow of that fire was mirrored.
The two looked at each other.
In their eyes, a trace of disbelief rose simultaneously.
And behind them, two glass beads quietly slid to their sides.
A voice sounded silently in their minds through the soul.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Modo's true body stood before the altar.
His hollow eye sockets suddenly opened wide, staring fixedly toward the north.
His mouth fell open.
He made no sound.
Dead.
They were all dead.
The eleven knights connected to his bloodline and controlled by him.
Including the High-tier Transcendent knight he had used to attach his consciousness.
All of them were dead.
To die at the hands of a High Rank mage's magic... or rather, three Mid Rank spells.
Modo looked at that mass of fire in the north that was gradually dissipating.
On his face, his usual indifference remained.
Within the hollow eye sockets, the ghostly fire flickered steadily.
But within his heart, waves of stormy shock were surging.
An explosion of that power...
It had already reached the level of Legendary magic.
A High-tier High Rank mage could cast Legendary magic??
How was that possible?
Modo slowly retracted his gaze.
That sense of absurdity in his heart would not fade for a long time.
But he did not feel fear.
Because corpse knights were undead.
Even if blown to pieces.
As long as the undead blood within them was activated, they could be resurrected.
And there was Bill.
That fellow had the favor of the Blood God and possessed an undying body.
Even if hit head-on by the blast, he would not die.
Therefore, the apparent total annihilation meant nothing.
The assassin that Knight John had firmly suppressed alone.
He had wiped them out nearly dozens of times.
This was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Modo closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank deep into his soul.
He attempted to perceive Bill's location.
He wanted to have him resurrect the other corpse knights.
Then.
He froze.
That soul tracking connection to Bill...
It was broken.
It had vanished completely.
As if that Vampire had never existed.
Modo's eyes went wide.
Within his hollow eye sockets, the ghostly fire trembled violently.
This was impossible.
soul tracking was the paramount technique among tracking spells.
Despite being a High Rank spell, it surpassed various tracking secret arts of the Legendary and Epic ranks.
Because its foundation was the soul itself.
As long as the target still had a soul and was being tracked by the soul thread.
It was impossible to cut it off.
In the current Akara Continent, the only things that could block soul tracking...
Were those spectral demons composed of pure soul energy that could attack the soul.
However, that black-haired mage was clearly a living person.
How could he...
Modo's train of thought stalled at this moment.
A fear he had never experienced before rose from the depths of his soul.
Right then.
Swish!
An extremely thin gust of wind shot toward him from the side!
Modo's scalp suddenly tingled with alarm!
He had no time to think, growling instinctively:
“John!”
The figure of the Legendary knight moved instantly.
A heavy sword blocked the path!
Clang!
Sparks flew.
A drab-looking dagger was knocked away.
It tumbled through the air, falling toward the ground.
Modo's pupils constricted abruptly.
He looked at that ordinary dagger flying away.
A thought suddenly surged in his heart.
Oh no. It's a trap!
That moment of fright had caused him to instinctively use...
The only corpse knight he had left in his hands.
John.
The Mid-tier Legendary Knight John.
And John was his only reliance for keeping watch over Hugh!
Other methods simply could not contain this Legendary Assassin!
Modo whipped his head around, looking toward the altar.
There.
The chains wrapped around Hugh's body were snapping and collapsing.
He was covered in blood, yet he wore a smile.
A smile that was terrifying to the extreme.
“Thanks.”
His raspy voice echoed through the temple.
The next instant.
Hugh moved.
He was clearly heavily injured.
Yet his speed was so fast he was nothing but a blurred afterimage.
He leaped.
He reached out.
He firmly caught the Gray Dagger as it fell from the sky.
The hilt spun in his palm, and he gripped it in a reverse hold.
A grey flash flickered.
Modo didn't even see the movement clearly.
He only felt a coldness at his neck.
Slice.
His head flew up.
His vision spun in the air.
He saw his headless body slowly falling over.
He saw Hugh had already bypassed him, rushing toward John.
The Legendary knight had only just turned around at this time.
The heavy sword had not yet been raised.
Hugh was already pressing into his chest.
The Gray Dagger stabbed out.
It entered through the jaw and pierced through the crown of the head.
A twist.
Knight John's head also flew into the air.
Two headless bodies.
One stood before the altar.
One froze in place.
Simultaneously, they crashed to the ground.
Hugh landed, dropping to one knee.
He gasped for breath in heavy gulps.
The Gray Dagger slipped from his hand, hitting the ground with a clang.
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