At some point, the Fire Thieves from Kolon had infiltrated the banquet. While everyone's attention was drawn to the speech, they suddenly launched a suicide attack.
The banquet's guards and the Church's knights had no time to react before the attackers were upon them.
As they charged, the Fire Thieves tore at their clothes. The flesh beneath their skin, which should have been normal, glowed an eerie, fiery red.
As if...
A mass of flames were hidden inside them, ready to erupt.
The next moment...
Once they were close to the crowd and near their targets, the Fire Thieves roared, and their bodies exploded. Countless tongues of flame surged from within them, sweeping in every direction.
The violent explosions tore apart the guests at point-blank range, sending burning flesh flying in all directions.
Several meters away,
a Fire Thief mingled in the crowd, his face alight with fanaticism. He threw back his head and shouted:
"For Father God!"
His words were like a fuse. A fanatical aura suddenly welled up inside him, and then he exploded with a boom.
"Look out!"
Karl sprang backward.
Those in the hall who couldn't dodge in time were caught in the explosions. Some died on the spot, while others were hurled away by the shock waves, their fate unknown.
That kind of power...
Karl's eyes narrowed.
So powerful!
Even a knight caught at the heart of an explosion would have almost no chance of surviving.
Ordinary people fared even worse.
Flying limbs, shredded flesh, and blazing flames turned the peaceful, serene venue into a living hell in an instant.
Chaos!
Utter chaos!
Pandemonium!
Screams, roars, and cries of agony mingled together. The pampered guests had never encountered anything like this. They fled in every direction like headless flies.
"Outrageous!"
"You'll pay for this!"
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