About fifteen minutes after Grant chased him out.

"It's almost time. ”

Inside Locke, Benjamin stood behind the city gates, followed by a line of Ikor soldiers. Countless mages stood on either side of the soldiers, their eyes unwavering, like cheetahs lurking in the grass ready to hunt.

- Almost all the troops in Locke City are concentrated here.

Benjamin glanced at the bare night sky, then suddenly turned around and nodded to the guards on either side of the gate.

Half an hour ago, he asked Miles and a few mages to leave Rock City with the keys, disguised as themselves. When they had flown far enough, Benjamin dispersed the forbidden blisters that had been locked around the key, allowing Grant to regain his sense of the specially treated ginkgo leaf.

The system also detected that a powerful wave of holy light energy flew over Rock City and chased it in the direction of the key.

Therefore...... It's time.

"Open the door. ”

Hearing this, the guards immediately stepped forward and carefully removed the bolt from the west gate. Subsequently, the city gate that did not know the bombardment of the stakes in the city was blocked, but it slowly opened on its own at this moment.

At the same time, with a fluctuation of magical power, the rune defense array that enveloped the entire city quietly disappeared.

"Rush, the Pope has been lured away, it's time for us to fight back. Benjamin's voice was not loud, and it even sounded very calm, but the spread of magic made everyone's heartstrings vibrate violently.

At that moment, the leader's soldiers raised their arms and swung them down vigorously!

"Kill ——!"

The roar 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, and they rushed out like open beasts, stepping over the corpses piled up outside the city, and rushing towards the camp of the Hori Kingdom in the distance. The sound of footsteps like a torrent sounded, and the earth trembled.

The mages flew directly over the city walls, like a dark cloud full of death, looming in the direction of the enemy.

"Wait, wait, what's going on?"

At this moment, on the sentry platform of the Hori Kingdom, everyone was stunned in place. The sentinels looked at the majestic army that came out of Locke City, and they all began to rub their eyes, and even thought that they were hallucinating.

They...... Is that really right?

"Quick...... What about the team, the captain, go and inform His Majesty the Pope that there is an enemy attack!" the sentry who reacted the fastest came back to his senses, immediately turned around, and shouted in a desperate voice.

They never imagined that what the captain had trained not long ago would come true at this moment.

However, what made them even more unbelievable was that the captain of the sentry climbed onto the sentry tower with an unspeakable look on his face. He looked over to Ikor's army, and his lips trembled.

"Team, captain, what's the matter? What did His Majesty the Pope say......? You speak!" the sentry on the side became even more anxious when he saw this, and hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and asked.

The captain of the sentry came back to his senses, his expression a little desperate: "Your Majesty the Pope...... He, he's not there. ”

"What does it mean not to be there?" the sentry was shocked, "Didn't you just go to report to Your 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 sentinels looked at each other in disdain, but instinctively sounded the alarm bell hanging on the sentry tower.

Knock ——!

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Hori were awakened by the sound of the bell, got up from their covers, hurriedly put on their armor, poured out of their tents, and stood in the camp looking around blankly. The priest and bishop who remained in the camp also hurriedly got up, their faces full of astonishment.

"How could it be? How could they get out of that turtle's shell?"

"Don't panic, there is His Majesty the Pope in charge, they are just looking for a dead end! What about His Majesty the Pope? etc...... Have any of you seen His Majesty the Pope?"

There was a commotion throughout the camp, and everyone wanted to find Grant. However, when they stormed the Pope's tent, the only thing they could see was the empty seats.

His Majesty the Pope...... It's gone.

Seeing this scene, the bishop and priest who rushed in were buzzing in their heads, and the sky thundered.

"How could His Majesty the Pope be gone?"

Everyone is asking this question, and no one can answer it. In a panic, one of the bishops pulls out his Vision and tries to get in touch with Grant. From the glittering orbs in their hands, they received feedback that the Pope was busy and did not have time to communicate with them for the time being.

At that moment, everyone froze in place, their faces were pale, and their heads were covered with cold sweat.

At the same time, a very bad premonition appeared in their hearts.

“...... This must be a trick on the part of the mage. An elderly bishop calmed down as quickly as he could, and said hurriedly, "We must not panic, His Majesty the Pope will surely be able to realize the situation quickly and rush back to preside over the overall situation." Until then, we must block the enemy's attack and not let their treacherous plans succeed!"

When the priests around him heard this, they all nodded their heads and took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm themselves down.

However, at this very moment, the screams of soldiers could be heard outside the tent. The shouts of killing suddenly came to my ears, and the bishop priest in the tent couldn't help but change his face when he had just stabilized.

They froze in place, and suddenly they didn't want to look outside.

"Enemy...... The enemy is coming! There are so many of them...... Soldier, mage...... Where the hell is His Majesty the Pope!" Suddenly, several soldiers rushed into the camp, blood on their shoulders, and shouted in desperate and mournful voices.

"His Majesty the Pope is gone for the time being, but ...... He'll be back soon. The older bishop, barely holding his composure, spoke, in what he thought was a gentle and encouraging voice.

However, when the soldiers heard this, they suddenly had unacceptable looks.

"How, how could it be ......?"

Their voices were mixed with doubt and anger, as if they wanted to ask some questions that they knew they had no answers to in an angry manner, and barely vented the despair in their hearts. It's a pity that they don't even seem to have this opportunity.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several ice blades flew in from outside the tent door, piercing the back of the soldiers' hearts. With angry expressions on their faces, they fell straight before the eyes of the bishop and priest.

Then, amid the chaotic shouts of killing, Benjamin flew into the camp with several mages.

"Hmm...... This must be Grant's camp. He looked around, nodded, and finally looked at the bishop and priest in the tent, "and a few shivering priests...... What are you hiding here? It's so clear, so let's hide with sincerity. ”

They didn't speak, they froze in place, glaring at Benjamin with fear and hatred.

Seeing this, Benjamin shook his head and waved his hand at the mage behind him.

"It's useless to hide here, let's get rid of them too. ”

The mages nodded, and the elements converged in their hands, as despair converged in the eyes of every bishop and priest.