There is no doubt that the church will not let them escape easily this time.
Hiding in the translucent cabin, mages and soldiers watched everything nervously. The previous confrontation made them very confident in Benjamin, but at this moment, the church seemed to be forced to show its trump card, and the momentum was shocking. In everyone's eyes, Benjamin's figure standing at the stern of the boat is inevitably a bit thin compared to the huge portrait.
Can they really escape...
Most of the mages in this team were mediocre and could only hide in the cabin and watch the battle, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts. At that moment, they really wanted to know what the secret of the church's joint spellcasting was. If they knew it, they could at least chant on the side like those priests and provide some spiritual support to Benjamin, so that they would not do everything like now. No.
Is this really all they can do and not be able to help at all
Morris' expression changed again and again. Suddenly, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the fainting princess.
"We... can do this."
A murmur of discussion resounded in the cabin.
At the same time, the figures in the sky also moved. I saw that Grant maintained the same speed as the ice ship, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and his whole body was full of ritual. The golden figure also raised his fist, like his giant projection, and his fist as big as a carriage slowly aimed at the ice ship.
Then, Grant swung down his right fist!
Boom!
The huge fist swung and hit hard, hitting the deep sea area!
At that moment, the blue runes floating in the domain trembled, and even the ice ship protected by the domain trembled. The people inside lost their balance and fell staggering.
However, Benjamin had already flown up from the stern of the ship with a calm expression. With a tap of his fingers, he skillfully drew out a string of runes. Following this, countless water elements surged forward, forming an invisible barrier in front of the golden fist. The fist continued downward and hit the barrier, as if hitting a piece of extremely elastic rubber.
The barrier deformed for a while, but in the end, the fist bounced back.
"Hmph...an old trick."
Upon seeing this, Grant let out a cold snort, raised his left hand again, and the figure followed suit with the same action. The punch just now didn't seem to consume any energy. He and the figure didn't need much time to adjust before they waved their left fists and about three seconds later, launched a second blow towards the ice ship.
Another loud noise!
Supported by a huge amount of water elements, the invisible barrier was extremely deformed, but it still blocked the fist. However, the third and fourth punches that followed... Grant seemed to be familiar with how to control the portrait, and their movements gradually became smoother.
At the same time, the barrier was like a boxer's sandbag. It suffered countless attacks within ten seconds. The aftermath spread out, and even dozens of small elemental vortexes appeared nearby.
Finally, there was a ding, as clear and crisp as glass being shattered. The invisible barrier could not withstand the raindrops of human fists, and suddenly broke, completely disintegrating into the air. The string of runes that Benjamin had drawn before was like a light bulb that ran out of power, flickering and then dimming quickly.
"You have no way to escape!"
Grant's voice echoed. He raised his fist again and aimed it at the ice ship.
However, Benjamin, flying above the ice ship, suddenly raised his head and looked into Grant's gleaming eyes, his expression neither sad nor happy. I saw that his hands were joined together, as if they were holding some treasure, but now they slowly spread out. Then, the water elemental elf vibrated its thin wings and flew up from his hand.
At that moment, the elf closed his eyes and made a sound of joy, while mysterious blue light spots appeared around him.
It moved towards the figure's fist.
The next second, the entire deep sea area seemed to be filled with big waves. The water elements were like crazy, swarming towards the elf that was only the size of a palm. The elf clasped his hands together and allowed the water elements to surge towards it like a tsunami. Finally, he incorporated them all into his small body.
Ding! The huge fist hit the elf, but it made this strange sound. It was as if someone had knocked the triangle iron gently. The crisp texture made everyone present feel stunned and felt a strong sense of disobedience. Not only that, Grant suddenly frowned and his expression became a little confused.
Don't know what happened, but the next moment, everyone saw that the golden fist was easily bounced back.
The water elemental spirit, however, was floating in place, intact. The surging water elements around it gradually subsided and seemed to have been absorbed by it, and the color of its body became darker blue. But... the strange thing is that it has not grown bigger at all, but seems to be smaller, especially when it is faced with a huge portrait, the picture is so vivid that it is even ridiculous.
Everyone in the church was shocked.
"What it is?"
Especially several bishops, they suddenly felt an aura of the divine world from the water element elves, as if the gods had come to the world. And... and what makes them unbelievable the most is that the aura of the divine world is much purer than the projection they summoned.
How can it be
Even Grant looked unacceptable. Soon, he raised his fist again and smashed the portrait towards the water elemental elf. After being hit a few times, the elf no longer took a hard hit, but dodged one by one, but... no matter how they attacked, the elf never received any injuries. That extremely dexterous appearance fell in their eyes like an annoying fly that they couldn't catch.
The mysterious blue light from the body of the water elemental elf gradually spread around the ice ship. Subsequently, the fog covering the ice ship was dispersed little by little, and the ice ship's flight speed became faster again.
Grant quickly grew impatient.
"Annoying stuff..."
Suddenly, he stopped swinging his fist and clasped his hands together. And the figure in the sky stopped attacking, but stopped its hands, assumed the same posture as him, closed its eyes tightly, like a giant praying.
The holy light escaping in the air was suddenly gathered together and returned to the body of the figure, and the surrounding brightness suddenly became extremely low. The portrait is no longer so dazzling. From a distance, it even looks a little dusty, like a statue that has not been cleaned for a long time. And the astonishing power just now disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
However, the bishops felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had received a signal, they began to speed up the infusion of holy light.
It's also time...
They desperately supplied Grant with holy light and spiritual power. Not only were they not tired, they were even a little excited.
They already felt honored to be able to participate in the introduction of the Holy Spirit into the world, but when they thought that they could not only participate in the coming of the Holy Spirit, but also participate in the burning of the Holy Spirit, and hold a ceremony together to completely eliminate the demon walking in the world, They feel that the pursuit all the way is worth it!
However, at this moment, a shout suddenly came from the ice ship:
"Hey! Your princess! Give it back to you!"
I saw a mage suddenly flying out of the ice ship. He held a vague shadow high in his hand and threw it directly out of the ice ship without hesitation.
Everyone in the church was shocked.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
One of the priests was stunned and spoke subconsciously, thus interrupting the spellcasting.
Everyone else's chants were also implicated.
"Idiot! That's a straw man! It's fake! Keep going!" The next second, Grant's angry voice rang in their ears, making everyone in the church tremble. They hurriedly started singing again, making up for the missed holy light, and at the same time looked in the direction of the ice ship.
I saw that the ice boat had taken advantage of the opportunity just now to further distance them.
Fortunately...still within the range...acceptable...
The bishops felt a little relieved in their hearts. If the entire spellcasting failed because of someone's distraction just now, that would be an absolutely unacceptable result for them. Not to mention the furious His Majesty the Pope, even they themselves would probably be tempted to tear the holding-back priest into pieces!
And soon, they discovered something else.
There is a dead end ahead.
—The ice ship flew all the way north, and they chased it without changing its direction at all. And because both sides were very fast, chasing after each other, they even reached the border of the Horli Kingdom. Ahead is the Scaife Mountains, a chasm that can never be crossed. The devil has no way to escape!
Realizing this, every priest was filled with emotion.
They... are finally going to win!
In excitement, the speed at which they poured holy light became faster. While they were desperately casting spells, they watched the ice ship flying straight towards the Scaife Mountains, as if they were staring at the grave of their enemy.
Finally, I saw the ice ship hit the "wall" of Scaife, and then disappeared with a whoosh.