From the fall on the ice to the bishop's attack, everything happened in just a blink of an eye.
boom!
An extremely shocking loud noise came, as if a mountain peak fell from the sky, and even the earth could not help but tremble. The birds and beasts in the forest were frightened, and even the most ferocious monsters roared in fear and fled in panic.
The soldiers who were there even felt a sense of despair as if the sky was collapsing. The oncoming thing was so huge that they couldn't even think of resisting.
However, they were stunned when the ground shook and a loud noise was heard along with broken ice and smoke rising into the sky.
Because they didn't feel even the slightest impact.
"This is… "
Jumping out of the valley, Benjamin sensed this scene and couldn't help but frown deeply.
Just when the bishop was about to take a detour, he already had a bad feeling. However, if he doesn't take action at this time, he will never have the chance to take action again. Therefore, he used the Ice Breaking Technique thousands of times in the conscious space, and the ice cubes accumulated over several hours were released at once.
-It is difficult to control such a large amount of magic, so he chose this crudest attack method.
Originally, in his imagination, there was no time to chant in such a short period of time. If the bishop was caught off guard and was hit, he would be hit at least half to death. Immediately afterwards, he and other mages can take action together, taking advantage of the opponent's slow recovery to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible.
However, he found that things were not as simple as imagined...
The bishop didn't know what the hell he took out, and released a very powerful power of holy light to protect them all. As soon as the giant ice block hit, others didn't know what happened, but Benjamin could see clearly - nothing happened at all on the other side!
Suddenly, Benjamin’s heart sank.
Trouble...
At this moment, not long after the ice fell, the mages who were ambushing behind Benjamin also rushed out one after another. They didn't care whether the other party was alive or dead. They all chanted the spell and released nearly a thousand blazing fireballs at their fastest speed.
Like a huge meteor shower, dense fireballs streaked across the dark night sky, heading straight in the direction of the bishop. The originally cool forest suddenly became extremely hot.
"Huh..."
Seeing this scene, Benjamin felt quite relieved.
He took out a bottle of mental power recovery potion and took this opportunity to drink it in one gulp to restore his mental power that had been overdrawn by the blow just now.
Maybe he had been fighting alone for too long, and he had forgotten that he was not fighting alone.
He had just been brewing for two or three hours, but now, other mages took action together, and all the magic was concentrated, and the power was no worse than what he had just done.
—He had also specially reminded it before, so there was no magic hedging or weakening of power at this moment. In short, if they can't afford so much fun, then they will set off fireballs, tens of thousands of fucking fireballs, and the Pope will be burned to ashes!
In the blink of an eye, the sand and dust kicked up by the ice surface had not dispersed, and the enemy was drowned by the fireball.
However, at this moment, an extremely dazzling holy light suddenly burst out from the dust in the sky. A powerful wave of magic power came over, and the smoke and dust were blown away at this moment.
I saw hundreds of priests at the front of the team, clasping their hands together and chanting something. And standing in the center of them, the bishop closed his eyes, holding a gorgeous gold and silver cup in his hand, as pious as he was holding a statue of a god.
Countless holy lights were poured into the small metal cup at the call of the priests. And that almost incredible fluctuation of magic power also came from the cup.
A wall of light rose into the sky. The overwhelming fireball was blocked by the huge wall of light just before it hit the bishop, and did not pose any threat to the enemy.
"What it is?"
Benjamin gasped.
What just blocked the impact from the ice was probably the cup in the bishop's hand. But... what exactly is that? Magic items? The church has developed such amazing magic props at this stage
He was in disbelief.
The attacks launched by more than 500 mages were easily resolved in this way. This kind of scene really made them never expect.
At this time, the bishop slowly opened his eyes.
"How did you know our route?" Penetrating the light wall and the long distance, his gaze was like a sharp arrow, nailing Benjamin. "Who is the traitor? Tell me."
Hearing this, Benjamin let out a cold snort.
"Go back and ask your mother."
As he shouted, he opened his arms and repeated the ice-breaking spell like a quickie. Countless ice arrows emerged from above their heads again, hundreds, thousands... Seeing this, other mages cooperated with his actions and began to chant non-fire magic such as Ice Arrow Rain or Wind Blade Technique.
Soon, before the opponent had time to take action to counterattack, they once again launched a powerful offensive, which was even much larger than before.
When the bishop saw this, he had no time to respond to Benjamin's curse. Instead, he closed his eyes and muttered something. The priests around him had beads of sweat on their foreheads, frantically calling for the holy light between heaven and earth to pour into the cup in the bishop's hand.
Suddenly, there was another violent fluctuation of magic power, as if an ancient behemoth was roaring in the cup.
Countless ice arrows gathered into a terrifying blizzard and hit the bishop head-on. However, the wall of light in front of the bishop suddenly changed, and suddenly turned into a blurry shadow. The phantom was huge, like some kind of terrifying beast made of holy light. It stood in front of all identities, opened its mouth, and swallowed the huge attacks from the mages!
Countless ice arrows, wind blades... seemed to be just bubbles, disappearing into the shadow's bloody mouth in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, Benjamin and the mages behind them even felt an inexplicable heart palpitation.
"What the hell is that?"
Benjamin turned around, looked at Morris who was following them, and asked unusually solemnly.
"I don't know." Morris also shook his head and replied in astonishment, "When I was in church, I never saw them having such strange cups."
"Is that a magic prop?" Benjamin asked.
Morris was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded.
Hearing this, Benjamin looked back at the bishop holding the cup, his expression calmer.
Since it is within the category, it cannot be defeated. It's just that the bishop's sudden move surprised them.
This thing... there must be a way to deal with it.
While Benjamin was thinking, the bishop opened his eyes again, and the shadow of the beast condensed by countless holy lights also launched a counterattack towards the mage.
The mages summoned shields to block the front, but they did not have the ability to jointly cast spells. Therefore, more than 500 shields were just blocked in front and back, looking messy and fragile.
"Roar!"
The shadow swooped forward and broke more than three hundred shields with one blow.
When many mages saw this, their faces turned pale. They quickly took out the potion and drank it in one gulp. Then they chanted a spell, summoned a new shield, and replenished it.
At the same time, Phantom's attack failed, and he immediately bit down again, biting off more than 400 newly summoned shields.
For a while, the mages barely resisted each other's attack, and no one was injured. However, one can tell by looking at their faces that at such a high-speed attack frequency, those who are weak among them may soon be unable to keep up with the pace due to lack of mental strength.
And when the time comes, the summoned shield is not enough, and they will be vulnerable to this phantom!
Suddenly, the mages all showed some desperate expressions.
They all looked at Benjamin, hoping that this leader could give them a glimmer of hope at this moment.
However, they found that Benjamin just stood there blankly, not to mention doing anything, not even helping to summon a shield to resist the attack of the phantom, as if he was frightened.
At that moment, the mages were disappointed.
"How could this happen..." Someone raised his head and looked at the huge mountain-like shadow of Holy Light in front of him, with a look of unwillingness and despair on his face.
They thought they could defeat the Bishop and free Freden from the Church. But they didn't expect that even though they had an advantage in numbers, they would still die in this place.
The church... is the church really that strong
There were only a few mages who had participated in the Battle of Border Desert City. Looking at Benjamin who was not making any movement in the team, they suddenly seemed to have thought of something and showed a thoughtful expression.