Grant seemed to be on guard. When Miles rushed towards him with a dagger, he suddenly rose into the air and narrowly avoided the blow.
But... Benjamin didn't expect to kill his opponent at once.
"Let us meet you first!"
Along with a few old voices, the wind element and dark element in the air suddenly became restless. Grant had just dodged Miles's surprise attack when he was surrounded by four old men. Among them, the three mages simultaneously activated the advanced magic hurricane, and the terrifying wind instantly submerged Grant.
Bricks, tiles, tree trunks... debris in the surrounding streets were swept up by the strong wind, and eventually, a tornado was formed that reached straight into the clouds. Grant was in the center of the tornado, and his figure could not even be seen clearly from the outside, only some vague flashes of holy light.
At the same time, another old mage also completed a magic called Shadow Gate. In the mid-air swept by the strong wind, it suddenly seemed as if it was shattered by something, revealing a dark hole. After a moment's pause, a large black bat shadow immediately flew out of the cavity.
If you look closely, you will see that those bats are purely composed of dark elements, endlessly visible, densely packed, like passing locusts. They followed the tornado's trajectory and rushed toward the center, as if someone had tied a dark belt to the tornado.
The holy light that shone faintly in the wind gradually became dimmed by the violent surge of bat shadows.
"The Pope is nothing more than that, too young." Upon seeing this, a mage snorted and said.
However, after observing for a moment, Benjamin suddenly spoke and reminded loudly: "Get away immediately! Master Margaret, be careful of the light filaments he emits!"
When the mages heard this, although they were not aware of the situation yet, the cooperation they had practiced before made them react. Mage Margaret was controlling the Shadow Gate and immediately flew to the side.
The next second, a very thin ray of light flashed out from the strong wind, and with a whooshing sound, it cut through the air.
The mages couldn't help but look a little stunned.
"This guy... is obviously suppressed by such a powerful magic. Even if he doesn't die, he still has the energy to fight back. Is the inheritance of the church really so terrible?"
However, it was at this time that Grant's voice rang out in the strong wind, sounding solemn and ethereal.
"It has nothing to do with inheritance, this is God's will." The voice seemed to come from all directions, and the light elements in the air began to disappear strangely, "Just like ants don't understand the sky, you will never understand the gap between you and me. How big is it?"
The faces of the mages changed slightly.
At this moment, although no magic power fluctuations were noticed, every mage present had a bad premonition in their hearts.
what…
Benjamin also frowned. After the detection, the system told him that at this moment, Grant, who was at the center of the tornado, had his hands clasped together. The wind was calm for about one meter, the strong wind and the shadow of the bat couldn't get any closer, and even his sleeves were not blown.
His expression was solemn, and he was surrounded by three characters, as if he was preparing some kind of terrible move. The surrounding light elements were not lost inexplicably, but were directly consumed by Grant for some reason.
"Be careful, I smell the elemental plane from him." The system reminded him.
Benjamin also understood the seriousness of the matter. No one can compete with the power from the elemental plane except him. The priest who attacked the college during the opening ceremony has well illustrated this point.
Therefore, they'd better not let Grant hold this ultimate move out.
"Miles, quick! Rush in and interrupt him!"
Miles landed on the roof on the left side of the street. Hearing this, he could only nod his head, jumped up, and rushed into the tornado without hesitation. Neither the invisible blades nor bats hidden in the wind posed any threat to him. At that moment, he quickly approached Grant in the center.
Grant also opened his eyes, with golden light shining in his eyes, looking at Miles indifferently.
"Does a dead body really think it can have the power to compete with the gods?"
This time, Grant had no intention of evading, but spoke these words calmly. Miles stabbed the dagger directly through Grant's throat, but there was no blood splashing from the wound.
Miles couldn't help but frown.
He felt as if...as if what he had just pierced was air and he had not touched anything.
And when he took the dagger back, the wound on Grant's neck healed quickly and remained unscathed. Miles couldn't stay in the air for long, and finally followed the inertia and fell back to the ground.
"No, I can't interrupt..."
Miles looked anxious and immediately turned around and shouted. But when he turned around, he found that Benjamin had flown behind him, holding a strange character carved out of ice in his hand.
Before Miles could react, Benjamin thrust the ice character in front of him and said with determination: "Get close to him again and use your own blood to draw a rune like this on him."
"W-what..."
"We don't have time to explain so much. Just remember what this rune looks like. It's very simple. Just use your blood to draw it on Grant!"
"Oh well!"
Miles didn't know why, but he nodded anyway, took a few seconds to write down the simple character, then swung the dagger and pricked his fingertip, and blood came out from the wound.
He jumped up again and came to Grant's side, his eyes meeting Grant's glowing eyes.
At that moment, he noticed that there seemed to be strange runes flashing in the other person's eyes. Miraculously, the shape of the rune was three overlapping rings, and exactly the shape of the rune Benjamin asked him to remember was exactly the same, except that there was an extra gap in one of the rings.
Is it a coincidence...
Miles didn't understand these things at all, but he seemed to suddenly have a little confidence in Benjamin's order just now.
"Stupid people always like to repeat meaningless things over and over again." Grant spoke, his voice still so calm and indifferent, as if he had entered another world, and nothing in this world would make him any more emotional. .
"Life has no meaning to me." Miles strangled Grant's neck, stretched out his bleeding fingers, and leaned over decisively, "So, I just want to try any interesting possibility. sex."
Before Grant could react, he completed the character on the opponent's right cheek with a few consecutive strokes.