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Only when the two megaton-class nuclear bombs detonated did Murphy's taut nerves finally relax a little.
The center of a nuclear explosion could reach temperatures of tens of millions of degrees. Under that kind of heat, any substance would become nothing but a bowl of particle soup.
Even if a god truly had an indestructible body, as long as it still existed on a material basis, it would still die.
More than ten minutes later, the radiation at the blast point finally dropped to a level that no longer interfered with magical detection.
The results were analyzed immediately. The nuclear explosion had completely destroyed several nearby magical satellites, and dozens of innocent ordinary satellites had also been within the electromagnetic pulse range of the detonation and were damaged as a result.
But there was no longer any reaction from magical signals at the original location.
The power of a nuclear explosion in space was much weaker than on the ground, because there was no air in space and therefore no immensely destructive shock wave could form. Relying on thermal radiation alone, its lethal radius was extremely limited. But Murphy had been aiming to strike an individual target in the first place, so a smaller area of effect suited his needs better.
This was also one of the reasons he had used the Avada Cannon to pin the other party down in space.
He used the Eye of Odin to sense and search again, then scanned the entire globe dozens more times through the remaining Starlink System. No high-energy magical reactions were found.
The nuclear explosion had left almost no debris behind, but Murphy still personally searched the blast point for a while. After finding nothing, he finally let out a breath of relief.
That god should be dead.
That