The chase in the sky lasted from daytime to dusk. The ice ship headed north, and the people from the church were chasing after it. Several times, they used special magic props to burst out at amazing speeds and catch up with the ice ship. But Benjamin immediately threw an elemental turbulence backhand and held them back again. Eventually, the situation reached a stalemate.
The Paladins below had long been unable to keep up and had disbanded after Grant gave the order. Most of the priests had no choice but to stop chasing because of their lack of mental strength, and the black and dense scene like locusts passing through completely collapsed. Only Grant, along with some bishops and a few priests, had not given up yet. From a distance, they looked like a flock of geese flying south - except that their direction was north.
"Damn it...how can these bastards run away so well?"
The bishops looked at the ice ship ahead and couldn't help cursing.
They no longer wanted to pursue it.
After chasing him all the way and having several close encounters, they had a clearer understanding of Benjamin's magical strength. The ability to control elements that is not inferior to that of the Pope at all, the mental power that may be even stronger, and the endless weird methods... And up to now, their own mental power has also been consumed a lot, and the original numerical advantage has also been sharply reduced. They have no one left. The certainty of victory from the beginning.
If it takes a while longer, even if they catch up, they may not be able to defeat them. Because of this, many people have even considered quitting.
"Keep chasing! They won't be able to escape for long." Grant seemed to have noticed this emotion, turned around and urged sternly.
Everyone in the church could only nod vigorously.
"To maintain such a big ice ship, his mental energy consumption is definitely not lower than ours. That look of ease is just a pretense to bluff people." The bishop stationed in the royal capital also spoke encouragingly and said to the others, " And... if they continue to escape in this direction, it will be a dead end and they cannot escape."
They have been chasing for so long that they are almost dizzy. They must have some reason to encourage themselves.
However, that's about the time.
"His Majesty the Pope, the latest information!" A priest in the back row took out a silver bead and attached it to his ear. After listening for a while, he seemed to have received some news and said in panic, "We found something near Pearl Lake. Several new openings appeared, which seemed to have been reinforced by magic and did not collapse. And... And according to the traces inside, many people may have crawled out of it just today!"
Everyone's expressions changed involuntarily, and Grant immediately turned their heads and stared at the priest who was reporting.
"What did you say?"
The priest was frightened and trembled. He swallowed nervously and said, "That's it... they found several more exits..."
"I don't need you to repeat it again!" Grant immediately interrupted him impatiently, "Tell me the exact news. Do they mean that the Black Nightmare Army escaped from the underground?"
"Yes, it's possible."
Grant clenched his fists, turned his head back, and looked at the ice ship not far ahead again.
"Damn it..."
At this moment, everyone in the church finally understood why the demon appeared above Pearl Lake - it turned out that he was not blinded by anger at all, but just wanted to lure people away so that the Black Nightmare Army could have a chance. escape. And... they really chased after each other like fools!
Fell into a trap!
The bishops were filled with shame and anger, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Someone asked with courage.
"...Keep chasing." Glatt's voice was as cold as coming out of an ice cellar. "In addition, send people to search the nearby area to prevent the Black Nightmare Army from escaping easily."
"yes."
The priest who delivered the message crushed the silver beads and passed the order to the other end. Everyone in the church also looked at the ice ship again, like an enraged beast, their eyes full of motivation, and they accelerated again, vowing to take down this demon who was playing tricks on them!
"You can't escape." About five minutes later, Grant came to the ice ship less than ten meters away again, condensing the holy light in his hands, staring at Benjamin at the stern of the ship, "Not only you, but also your traitors The Party bandits are the same, and so are they. The Pearl Lake area is heavily armed, and they have all been captured."
Benjamin smiled.
"If they had really been caught, you wouldn't be looking like this."
While he was speaking, the water elemental spirit also sprang out, waving several extreme water threads and flew towards the church people. Not only that, Benjamin even took out a bottle of magic potion to restore mental power, drank it in one sip in front of everyone in the church, and then deliberately put on a contented expression towards them.
"Our inventory of potions is no less than those of your ghost crosses." His tone was calm and even leisurely. After hearing this, everyone in the church was so angry that they almost gritted their teeth.
They looked sullenly, said nothing, and moved their hands quickly. But in an instant, the holy light as dazzling as daylight converged on Grant. Then, Grant raised his hands, and the lines on the robe suddenly lit up. Immediately afterwards, a huge door slowly emerged from the evening sky. Countless golden characters suddenly floated like snowflakes, and a sacred aura enveloped the entire sky.
The water elemental elf flew over, but hit not far in front of Grant. It seemed like it hit an invisible wall and was immediately bounced away. Even the extreme water thread failed to break through the blockade and was entangled with the holy light surging nearby, making it impossible to get out for a while.
—After being completely irritated, it seems... Grant is going to make a big move.
Benjamin also frowned, a trace of solemnity appearing in his eyes.
He activated "The Coming of Water" at that moment.
In the sky, with a buzzing sound, the golden door slowly opened. The world behind the door was so dazzling that people couldn't look straight at it, and they couldn't see clearly what was inside. But soon, groups of holy light-like shadows came out of the door, vaguely similar to human shapes.
Those phantoms flew very fast, and soon they came together to form a golden figure. The figure's eyes are closed, floating in the air, like a giant. It was wearing layers of armor, with its hands crossed in front of its chest, as if it had a strict force field. Runes like snowflakes surrounded it, and suddenly they spontaneously ignited, turning into golden flames, and the air seemed to be filled with a mist like holy light.
The ice ship was also shrouded in fog and slowed down instantly.
"What a powerful runic power..."
Benjamin stared at the figure in the sky and muttered to himself. He opened the deep sea realm as early as the moment the figure was formed, and used his own realm to protect the ice ship. But even so, he could already feel the tremendous pressure coming from the mist. The light element and the water element engaged in a fierce battle at the edge of the field, like a series of small explosions that continued to occur, and he could even hear the crackling sound.
He was certain that the door had pulled out the power of the elemental plane.
At this moment, Grant was flying behind the portrait, his hands crossed, his eyes filled with holy light, and even the pupils were invisible, as if he had transcended the human form. The rest of the church was sweating on their foreheads, and while they were chasing after him, they concentrated the holy light and poured it into Grant, supporting the huge pressure, just like the rivers that finally converged into the ocean.
"This time, you have no way to escape."
Grant's voice echoed in the sky, ethereal and solemn, as if coming from another world.