Chapter 55: The Mighty Mr. Modor!

The great battle erupted in an instant!

The formation known as the Heart of the Bauhinia held back a corpse demon.

Mammon snorted coldly, charging forward with another corpse demon, pressing down on Mr. Modo.

The recitation of the evil verses seemed to emanate from the depths of hell itself, filled with endless malice and curses. Each syllable struck like a sharp poison dart, piercing the soul, howling across the battlefield as if to freeze the very flame of inheritance suspended in the air.

Another corpse demon hovering overhead suddenly roared, raising its decayed hands and chanting incantations. A sinister magical aura spread through the air.

Clang!

A chilling bell rang out in the sky.

With the ringing of the bell, the ground around them began to loosen. Buried corpses broke through the earth—some incomplete, others mere skeletons—but under the corpse demons' control, they staggered upright.

The bodies moved stiffly, their joints creaking with a nauseating grind as they slowly advanced toward Mr. Modo.

"Hell’s Chant!"

"Summoning Bell!"

Mammon and the corpse demons unleashed their full power immediately.

If they could eliminate the strongest force on the field, Mr. Modo, the battle would be won.

Facing the two legendary figures rushing in, Mr. Modo raised his hand and pointed into the distance. The torch in the sky erupted, releasing a powerful wave of energy as countless orange flames surged forth.

Then, the flames atop the torch transformed into a young, elegant version of "Mr. Modo," holding a teaching rod.

The younger "Mr. Modo" stood on the torch's base, loudly instructing the basic theory of spells and demonstrating simple casting techniques. His voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Soon, the flame beneath him began to grow and strengthen, eventually transforming into a perfect replica of the "Mr. Modo" on the torch.

The newly formed "Mr. Modo" then joined the original in repeating the same actions.

The teaching speed accelerated rapidly, and more and more flames turned into "Mr. Modos," each instructing the others.

Before long, the entire sky was filled with the image of "Mr. Modo" wielding his teaching rod.

With the full bloom of the Flame of Inheritance, Mr. Modo alone exuded an aura that firmly suppressed the three legendary-tier opponents.

Mammon’s face grew grave as he murmured, "Inheritance? Is this your rule? The Flame of Inheritance, eternal and unending?"

Mr. Modo glowed with firelight. A teaching rod formed entirely from fire elements appeared in his hand. With a gentle wave, thousands upon thousands of fiery "Modos" mirrored his every move, delivering a heavy strike toward Mammon and his companion.

The vast power of the fire element materialized into a gigantic dragon, its flames flowing like molten lava, radiating unbearable heat.

Mammon and the corpse demons were instantly engulfed in a sea of flames.

Beneath the heavens, the five golden-tier Black Tomb assassins also refused to wait idly. They led the tomb guardians in encircling Isabella and her group.

Behind Isabella, golden wings fluttered as she led several golden-tier family members and a squad of golden-winged guards into battle.

At this moment, Cohen ceased hiding. With both sides’ high-level fighters locked in a stalemate, it was the perfect moment for him to strike.

Cohen unleashed his magic, activating "Shadow Vanish," disappearing without a trace.

Like a phantom, he quickly targeted a Black Tomb silver-tier assassin struggling in battle.

As the silver-tier assassin momentarily faltered, Cohen suddenly appeared behind him, executing "Empty-Handed Blade Seizure."

His willpower check succeeded, and he snatched the opponent's longsword.

Disarmed, the silver assassin was shocked, then felt a burning sting at his neck.

"Adding Fuel to the Fire!"

The silver-tier assassin roared, drawing another longsword. He swung with powerful magic, creating a gust of wind, but Cohen had already vanished into the shadows again.

Before the opponent could sense any further movement, his original foe attacked again, forcing the assassin to focus fully.

Soon, the same burning pain seared his neck once more.

This repeated countless times until a burst of orange-red flames erupted at his neck, and he was consumed by fire.

The silver-tier assassin of Pale Wings gasped but seized the fleeting opportunity to deliver a fatal strike.

Silver light blossomed, dyeing the earth in a shimmering hue.

The experience from cross-tier slaughter poured in madly.

Unfortunately, since it was a cooperative kill, only half the experience was gained.

The battle ended swiftly. Cohen had only used a tenth of his magic power. He caught his breath, vanished into the shadows, and selected his next prey.

Soon, another burst of silver light illuminated the ground...

[The earth is stained silver—this silver-tier transcendent has been slain!]

The prophecy of the war god Ares seemed to be coming true!

...

Above the heavens, the sea of fire faded. Mammon and the corpse demons bore several scorch marks, looking extremely battered.

Opposite them, Mr. Modo remained unruffled, not a crease on his clothes.

A chill rose in Mammon’s heart.

Terrifying!

This Modo was by far the most fearsome legendary-tier he had ever seen.

His domain of the Flame of Inheritance truly seemed endless, unbroken!

Despite uniting with the corpse demons, they were still at a disadvantage!

Mammon gazed down at the battlefield. Roland’s Heart of the Bauhinia was locked in a fierce struggle with another corpse demon, the outcome still uncertain.

Five golden-tier assassins leading five squads of tomb guardians confronted Isabella’s golden-winged guards, yet no complete dominance had been achieved. Several silver-tier assassins had already fallen.

They had underestimated the strength of the Daughter of the Golden Wings.

Roland’s arrival also caught him off guard. The power of an elite force was not to be underestimated, especially since the other corpse demon had only recently broken into the legendary tier.

Could it really come to summoning the Saints?

But that was a last resort. Mammon did not want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

During the Five Nations Joint Council, when the Saint Restrictions were enacted, the Black Tomb had attended and signed the decree.

Saints could not intervene lightly.

Yet, given the current situation...

Just as Mammon hesitated over whether to escalate the battle to the Saint tier, an unexpected visitor soon made the decision for him.

As the battle reached a stalemate, a powerful magical pulse suddenly tore open the sky—dividing the red and black heavens with a brilliant blue rift.

Everyone involuntarily stopped and looked up toward the dazzling ice-blue light.

Upon seeing the newcomer clearly, the crowd was stunned.

She was graceful and poised, wearing an ice crown. Her skin was as pure and translucent as snow, her beauty unparalleled, as if sculpted from the clearest ice crystals.

Her ice-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, flowing with the wind, each strand shimmering with a biting cold glow.

Queen Aefin, Yadel Angrain.

Her entire being radiated an icy chill so severe it pierced the bone. Her eyes were like a deep frozen lake—one glance could freeze a soul.

A chilling aura slowly emanated from her slender figure—though lacking a legendary domain, her presence rivaled that of the four legendary-tier figures above the sky.

In her hand, she held a crystalline ice scepter, topped with a massive blue crystal that pulsed with mysterious light.

Most of that terrifying aura originated from the scepter.

Normally, after surpassing the golden tier, one no longer needed casting implements.

Yet this ice staff was no ordinary weapon—it was the legendary Frostmourne of the Aefin royal bloodline, a sacred artifact passed down through generations.

Combined with the divine-favored princess’s talent, the queen unleashed a might and presence rivaling the legendary tier.

Both sides ceased fighting simultaneously. Facing a sudden third party with near-legendary power, who could sway the tide of battle, clarifying Queen Aefin’s stance became crucial at this moment!