"Boom—!"
As the dull explosion reverberated throughout the entire hall, fierce flames and shockwaves swept through the surroundings like a storm, blowing away the display cases containing precious exhibits along with their glass panels. They slammed into the walls one after another, producing sharp crashes.
An attack with power comparable to a powerful bomb naturally came from the Roman Orthodox Church.
Orlete had appeared at the entrance to the hall with a group of monks at some point.
Orlete stood in the middle of the monks.
The monks, as though protecting Orlete, surrounded him completely.
There were roughly thirty monks.
If a mage proficient in sorcery had been present, they would have seen that these monks were not merely protecting Orlete. Their positions formed an intricate formation, creating a pattern.
Under such circumstances, the magical energy emanating from each monk not only merged together seamlessly but flowed between them, ultimately gathering upon Orlete and creating a perfect cycle of magical energy throughout the group.
Clearly, the Roman Orthodox Church members were jointly casting a large-scale sorcery.
And Orlete was the center of that large-scale sorcery.
Unfortunately, Orlete's expression was extremely ugly at that moment.
There were two reasons for it.
One was that Orlete had never expected that, despite confidently intending to slaughter the intruder, he had not only failed to achieve his goal, but every sorcery he had arranged throughout the exhibition hall—turning it into an astonishing fortress—had been breached so easily, allowing the enemy to infiltrate this place.
Even though this was not Roman Orthodox Church territory due to the exhibition, and the sorcery that could be set up was limited, making it impossible to establish the highest level of defenses, this still was not a place a mere mage could conquer.
The defenses here were on a