About fifteen minutes after Grant chased him out.
"It's almost time."
In Rock City, Benjamin stood behind the city gate, followed by a row of Icol soldiers who had formed a formation. Countless mages stood on both sides of the soldiers, with firm eyes, like cheetahs dormant in the grass, ready to hunt.
—Almost all the troops in Rock City are concentrated here.
Benjamin glanced at the bare night sky, suddenly turned around, and nodded to the guards on both sides of the city gate.
Half an hour ago, he asked Miles and a few mages to take the keys, disguise themselves as himself, and leave Rock City. When they flew far enough, Benjamin dispersed the magic-forbidden blisters surrounding the key, allowing Grant to sense the specially treated ginkgo leaf again.
The system also detected that a powerful holy light energy flew over Rock City and chased in the direction of the key.
So...it's time.
"Open the door."
Upon hearing this, the guards immediately stepped forward and worked together to carefully remove the bolt on the west city gate. Then, the city gate, which had blocked the bombardment of the wooden piles rushing into the city, slowly opened on its own at this moment.
At the same time, with a burst of magic power, the rune defense array covering the whole city was quietly eliminated.
"Come on, the Pope has been led away, it's time for us to fight back." Benjamin's voice was not loud, and even sounded very calm, but under the spread of magic, everyone's heartstrings suddenly vibrated.
At that moment, the leading soldier raised his arm and waved it down hard!
"kill!"
The roars of tens of thousands of people rose into the sky, breaking the silence under the night. The soldiers didn't know how long they had been suppressed. They rushed out like wild beasts, stepping over the corpses piled outside the city, and rushed towards the Horli Kingdom camp in the distance. A torrent of footsteps sounded, and the earth trembled.
The mages flew directly over the city wall, like a dark cloud full of death, shrouding in the direction of the enemy.
"Wait, wait! What happened?"
At this moment, everyone on the outpost of Horli Kingdom was stunned. The sentries looked at the majestic army coming out of Rock City and began to rub their eyes in unison, even thinking that they were hallucinating.
Did they... really read that right
"Quick... Where's the captain? Go and inform His Majesty the Pope that there's an enemy attack!" The sentry who reacted the fastest came to his senses, turned around immediately, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
They never expected that what the captain had trained them not long ago would actually come true at this moment.
However, what made them even more unbelievable was that the sentry captain climbed up to the sentry post with an unspeakable expression on his face. He looked towards Ikol's army, and suddenly his lips trembled.
"Captain, captain, what's going on? What did His Majesty the Pope say? You... you're talking!" The sentry on the side became even more anxious when he saw this, and quickly grabbed his shoulder and asked.
The captain of the sentry came back to his senses with a somewhat desperate expression: "His Majesty the Pope... He, he is not here."
"Not there? What do you mean not here?" The sentry was shocked. "Didn't you just go to report the news to His Majesty? Why is Your Majesty not here?"
"Your Majesty... how do I know? He's just not here!" The captain suddenly covered his face and shouted hysterically, as if he was already on the verge of collapse.
The sentries were confused and looked at each other, but they still instinctively sounded the alarm bell hanging on the sentry tower.
Boom!
The soldiers of the Horli Kingdom were awakened by the sound of the bell, got up from their beds, hurriedly put on their armor, poured out of their respective camps, and stood in the camp looking around blankly. The priest and bishop who stayed behind in the camp also stood up in a hurry, with a look of astonishment on their faces.
"Enemy attack? How is it possible? How could they escape from that turtle shell?"
"Don't panic, everyone. His Majesty the Pope is here, they are just seeking death! Where is the Pope? Wait... who of you saw the Pope?"
The whole camp was noisy, everyone wanted to find Grant. However, when they rushed into the pope's exclusive tent, the only thing they could see were empty seats.
His Majesty the Pope... is missing.
Seeing this scene, the bishop and priest who rushed in felt a buzzing sound in their heads, like a thunderbolt from the blue.
"Why is His Majesty the Pope missing?"
Everyone is asking this question and no one can answer it. In panic, a bishop took out the Eye of God and tried to contact Grant. But from the shining orb in their hands, they received feedback that the Pope was busy and had no time to communicate with them for the time being.
At that moment, everyone froze on the spot, their faces pale and their heads covered in cold sweat.
A very bad premonition emerged in their hearts at the same time.
"...This must be the mage's trick." An elderly bishop calmed down as quickly as possible and said hurriedly, "We can't panic. His Majesty the Pope will surely realize the situation quickly and rush back to take charge of the overall situation. Here. Before now, we must block the enemy’s attack and not let their evil plot succeed!”
Hearing this, the priests around him nodded and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm themselves down.
However, at this moment, the screams of soldiers could be heard outside the camp. The shouts of killing suddenly came to my ears, and the expressions of the bishop and priest in the camp who had just stabilized couldn't help but change again.
They froze in place, suddenly not wanting to look outside.
"The enemy... the enemy is coming! There are so many of them... soldiers, mages... where is His Majesty the Pope!" Suddenly, several soldiers rushed into the camp, with blood on their shoulders, and shouted in desperate and sad voices.
"His Majesty the Pope has left temporarily, but... he will be back soon." The older bishop managed to maintain his calmness and spoke in a voice that seemed to him to be gentle and encouraging.
However, when the soldiers heard this sentence, they suddenly showed unacceptable expressions.
"How, how could..."
Their voices were mixed with doubts and anger, as if they wanted to roar and ask some questions that they knew they had no answers to, barely venting the despair in their hearts. Unfortunately, it seems that they don't even have this chance.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several ice blades flew in from outside the camp tent and penetrated the backs of the soldiers. They maintained their angry expressions and fell down in front of the bishop and priest.
Then, amid the chaotic shouts of killing, Benjamin flew into the camp together with several mages.
"Well... this should be Grant's camp." He looked around, nodded, and finally his eyes fell on the bishop and priests in the tent, "There are also a few trembling priests... What are you doing hiding here? It's so obvious. , at least try to be more sincere in your hiding."
They didn't speak, they froze in place, staring at Benjamin with fear and hatred.
Seeing this, Benjamin shook his head and waved towards the mage behind him.
"There's no point hiding here, just get rid of them."
The mages nodded, the elements gathering in their hands as despair gathered in the eyes of every bishop and priest.