The M388, the smallest nuclear weapon in the world, had a minimum yield of around ten tons and was fired from a recoilless rifle.
There had once been a famous joke about it: a five-kilometer lethal radius and a three-kilometer firing range. This was the nuclear shell it referred to.
Yes, it was not even a bomb, but an artillery shell.
Once Morgan issued his orders, the behemoth they had assembled in the shadows slowly began to move.
This was no easy task, because there were still many people outside their control.
If the Church had not been able to contain the blast radius and clear away the radiation shortly after the explosion,
they would never have dared use such a terrifying weapon on their own soil. But with no lingering radiation to worry about, using the W388 to eliminate the wizards within the strike zone became a perfectly natural choice.
There's clearly no radiation. What proof do you have that I used a nuclear weapon?
Everyone knew that, provided the yield was large enough, even an exploding gasoline tank could produce a mushroom cloud!
Ossis stood at the edge of the rooftop, watching the enclosed battlefield in the distance, his face filled with smug satisfaction.
The remaining steps of the plan surfaced in his mind once more:
Ten minutes after the M388 exploded, the Church would clear away the radiation, and the Demon Hunters would mop up the survivors, killing every last one... With its entire leadership and elite wiped out, the Wizarding World would crumble at a touch.
And they would be saddled with the crime of stealing the M388 and plotting an attack on domestic soil, becoming... the target of universal condemnation.
Then the Church would finally achieve its long-cherished goal: purge the wizards and merge