At the same time that the church collapsed, a loud horn suddenly sounded in the west of the city. With the blessing of magic, it spread throughout the war-torn Rhine City.
The herald's voice also sounded after amplification.
"The whole army retreats!"
In the sky, the mages had just finished another round of firefight with the priest's troops. After receiving the order, Joanna couldn't help but look at the enemy with regret - at this moment, the priest's team had become sparse, the number was almost half of the beginning, and the bishop also looked a little embarrassed. After crushing countless crosses in succession, the holy light around him finally became thinner. In maybe ten minutes, they would be beaten to the point where they would run out of ammunition and food.
And the mages on Joanna's side even have some remaining strength.
What a pity, we almost killed them all...
However, that was the plan in advance, and Joanna also knew that reinforcements from the church would arrive soon. Therefore, they turned around quickly and flew away in the predetermined direction.
At the same time, the army that was caught in a melee in the city below also changed in an instant. The "Black Nightmare" army, which originally had a numerical advantage, was now getting away from the battle. Looking from above, they were retreating from the streets like a tide, rushing towards the breached gate in the west of the city.
Compared with them, the reaction of the Church and the Royal Army was obviously much slower.
"We...repelled them?"
In the sky, the bishop looked at the retreating army in amazement. For a moment, he didn't even have the slightest idea of pursuing them, only feeling faintly grateful.
The battle with the mage team just now almost destroyed his confidence in just ten minutes. He had been studying divine arts for who knows how many years, but he was completely crushed. If it weren't for their joint spell-casting skills, the bishop even suspected that he had been incinerated by the terrible flames at this moment.
The strength of this group of mages... has far surpassed the priests they trained. As for the upper level power, he knew that he would never be able to defeat the witch who controlled the flames.
How many people like this are there in the magic academy
The bishop could not help being frightened. Because of this, when the mages suddenly retreated, he basically lost his will to fight. He only felt a long sigh of relief. With the blessing of the gods, he had regained his life.
However, when they landed on the ground and confirmed the battle situation with the commander...
"The church... was destroyed?"
Looking at the pile of broken walls and ruins on the ground, the bishop froze on the spot, his face full of disbelief. At this moment, he finally realized what the devil who had never shown up had done.
"What should we do? Why did they suddenly withdraw their troops? Should we pursue them?" On the other side, government officials quickly rushed over and looked at the bishop and asked helplessly.
"...Don't chase me. What if there is a trap?"
After hearing this, the official nodded and left. But after a while, several more paladins came over, hurriedly leaned into the bishop's ear, and whispered something. Then, the bishop's expression changed drastically again.
"How is it possible? How did they know? It's impossible..."
His whole face turned pale, his voice was dusty, and his reaction was much more violent than when the enemy attacked the city.
The paladin lowered his head and said hesitantly: "No one knows what to do, but... now that all the workshops have been destroyed, how should we explain to His Majesty the Pope?"
The bishop froze in place, unable to say a word.
A few minutes later, a shadow wrapped in holy light suddenly appeared in the sky, flying over from the direction of Havenright with a dense group of priests.
"Teach, His Majesty the Pope..."
The bishop raised his head and looked at the shadow. His whole body was shaking and his hands and feet were cold.
at the same time.
"It seems they have no intention of pursuing him."
Benjamin retreated with the army, while looking cautiously in the direction of the Rhine City. Through the sentry's report, the church did not send out pursuers, and he also used the water element induction method to clean up the informants who followed him.
At this moment, they were far away from the main road and hidden in a valley. Benjamin specially arranged for a team of mages to cut off the rear, and then clean up the traces of their activities to ensure that no one could capture the retreat route.
After all this trouble, the church should not be able to find their location.
Benjamin also breathed a sigh of relief.
"I advise you not to get too complacent too soon." The system seemed to understand his expression and poured cold water on him, "You are retreating to the west. People in the church can think of you hiding there even with their navels if they think about it casually. In the Warcraft Mountains."
"So what?" Benjamin shook his head and said, "The Warcraft Mountain Range is so big, it will take them at least two months to find it. With this time, we would have moved away long ago. What is there to be afraid of?"
The system suddenly went silent.
In this way, after about half a day's march, he led his people back to the Warcraft Mountains and returned to the station to recuperate. This operation can be regarded as a complete victory. After counting, our army lost about 2,000 people. The mages basically suffered no casualties. According to them, they even took the opportunity to kill many priests.
Benjamin was satisfied. After arranging the reward, he took the oil painting to the main camp of the logistics force.
"Is this the painting you want?"
He put the oil painting on the table, and Morris quickly pushed the wheelchair over and held the painting in his hands.
"... That's it." After observing carefully for a moment, Morris nodded, suddenly took out a bottle of purple potion, and slowly poured it on the back of the oil painting. As the potion soaked, gradually, dense lines suddenly appeared on the empty back.
After about half a minute, the lines intertwined together, eventually forming a pattern that looked a bit like an architectural drawing but a hundred times more complex.
Benjamin frowned as he looked at it.
"This is the design of St. Peter's Cathedral." Morris introduced. "It is said that it was designed by more than a dozen masters thousands of years ago and was built using the most advanced rune technology at the time. Even … Many people say that there is a room in the church that is connected to the divine realm. Those dozen masters used their superb skills to make the divine realm become the source of power for the entire church, making it so indestructible.”
When Benjamin heard this, he touched his chin and said nothing.
However, he knew everything about the divine world and the secret room of the church. Not to mention anything else, the key to the room is still in his hand!
Did he also inadvertently weaken the power of St. Peter's Basilica by taking away the keys
Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Benjamin suddenly said: "Well... if I tell you that the only key to the so-called room that can connect to the divine world is in my hand, will the situation change?"
“…”
Morris was stunned.
Seeing this, Benjamin had no choice but to take out the specially treated ginkgo leaf and show it to the other party: "That's it. Without it, the church people couldn't even open the door. They suddenly attacked Ikol before. That’s what it’s for.”
Morris took a deep breath and came to his senses. He looked at Benjamin with an incredible look, and was speechless for a while before he said: "... You are really a monster."
Benjamin shrugged.