Since ancient times, mages have not been a profession known for their courage. With the exception of some "undead" fellows, most normal mages prefer to keep their useful bodies for the future - as for what exactly their "future" is, only they know.

So when the Elantz Army was less than a hundred steps away from the magic ceremony venue, Norman Speke shook his head, and his whole person turned into a golden light and rushed to the sky.

As soon as Norman Speke ran, the rest of the mages did not hesitate to follow suit. The light of the teleportation spell came one after another, almost like a rain of light falling to the ground. After the light rain dissipated, in the vast and huge magic ritual composed of thousands of mages, there was only a group of low-level mages who could neither cast teleportation spells nor teleportation scrolls, all of them with sad faces, unable to raise the slightest fighting spirit.

In the face of the menacing Elantz army, they could only be captured.

However, will Norman Speke, a half-blood demon, leave the Ellantz Army a glorious victory?

Apparently not!

So before the Elantz army rushed in front of them, everyone clearly felt that a terrifying change was taking place in that huge magic array.

The massive amount of mana accumulated in it no longer flowed smoothly as before, but violently stirred. With each stirring, the magic becomes furious, like a bunch of furious beasts slamming into the cage in which they are imprisoned.

What's even more terrifying is that the cage is already crumbling and seems to be about to collapse at any moment.

Caterina was so stunned that she didn't even think about it, and with a yell, she turned her horse's head and turned around with the Storm Cavalry, trying to escape from the battlefield.

And those mages who were left behind, some trembled and couldn't speak, some were stunned, some were screaming and running desperately, some were crying and cursing, and some were hoarse and desperate for help, trying to cast spells to stop the explosion, lying on the ground and waiting for death...... If someone records this scene, it will be like a picture of "the end is coming".

About ten seconds later, a huge explosion came.

First of all, the ground cracked, and countless beams of light emerged from every line of the magic array, and it was a mess. All the mages who were hit by the beam, no matter what they were doing or whether they were prepared or not, were directly pierced, and their movements instantly froze, as if they had become statues. Many of the Elantz troops who fled behind were also hit, and although they were galloping, they stopped even the men and horses.

Then, with the altar in the center of the magic circle as the core, the ground rose upward, like a huge bubble rising, but this bubble was not made of soap or anything else, but of dirt, dust, magic, and all kinds of debris that was caught in it.

People, of course, are also part of the "clutter".

The "blister" grew rapidly, soon growing to the size of an entire magic circle, and its interior was bizarre and filled with a dazzling array of colors and lines. Any creature with magical power, as long as he looks at this mess, the magic power in his body will be completely uncontrollable, and suddenly burst out, erupting from all channels that can be vented.

Around the same time that the first mage blew himself up for staring at it, the "blister" exploded.

There was no sound, or it didn't have time to make a sound, and a violent blast of wind swept through everything around it first. The wind was unimaginably strong, and anything that was a little closer was reduced to ashes in it, and only those who fled farther away, such as the Erantz cavalry who had fallen behind, were able to barely keep some of the more intact pieces, or at the last moment they had time to scream and scream.

With the wind exploding, the flames finally came belatedly. It swelled out towards its surroundings and erupted towards the sky, rolling up all the ashes it could carry into the sky, scattering in the clouds like a giant mushroom.

The traversers who were spreading the news among the Thracian army watched this scene in amazement, and more than one of them exclaimed: "Mushroom cloud?!"

What is a mushroom cloud? The vast majority of people on the planet with secondary or even primary education know it.

Isn't this a nuclear bomb?

Of course, the mushroom cloud is not necessarily a nuclear bomb, it could be something else. But there is no doubt that the sight of this spectacular cloud of fire and dust means that the explosion must be very large.

Well, it's big, it can only be described in this pale way.

The Thracian magicians were long gone, and not even a small fragment could be found. The Erantz cavalry had also flipped on their backs, and only a few of those who had rushed to the front—the former to the rear—had a chance to push the limits, and with skillful horsemanship and incredible luck, they had galloped all the way to relative safety with the help of the exploding winds.

They had run so far that in a matter of seconds they had crossed the distance they had been running for a long time, and the first one had simply rushed out of the Thracian position, before he fell to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath and celebrating with tears in his eyes that he had survived.

Yes, celebrate.

In the face of this unimaginable explosion, even the brave storm cavalry lost any courage to fight. Being able to save his life in it is already something to celebrate.

Even the auxiliaries behind the Thracian army's position were blown by the wind and could not stand firm, and they stumbled and crawled. More than one person died because he fell too hard, and the cries and cries were continuous.

And immediately after, a violent explosion was heard, sweeping across the battlefield.

This sound was like thunder hitting the ground, but it was countless times louder than it, I don't know how many people and animals were shocked to the point of bleeding, and some of them were slightly worse in strength, and even fell to the ground directly on the spot and were shocked to death.

After the explosion and the loud noise, the blazing dust fell from the sky. The tents of the Thracian army, the military supplies, and even the soldiers themselves, anything that could be burned, as long as it got a little dust, would instantly ignite and turn into a blazing torch.

The soldiers who survived cried and rolled desperately on the ground. But only a few survived, and most were already confused by the loud noise, and by the time they came to their senses, it was too late.

It only took a minute or two for the entire Thracian army's position to turn into a sea of fire.

Whether it was the Erantz cavalry who bravely charged, the Thracian soldiers who held their ground, or the wallgrass who were ready to escape, there was no difference in the face of this big explosion.

Blazing, covering everything.