More than an hour passed in a flash.
"Damn it, don't let me catch up to you! Otherwise, I'll have the Blue-Scaled Water Lizards swallow you whole!" Bishop Ick rode atop a jolting magical beast, his face already twisted with fury.
As he stared at the gray bird overhead, he wished he could drag it down and flay it alive.
They had been running for a full hour, yet there was nothing they could do. That bird was incredibly cunning, maintaining an altitude of around a hundred meters the entire time.
That left him helpless even with the strength of a Gold Knight.
"Bishop, look!" Just then, one of his subordinates called out beside him.
Bishop Ick immediately looked in the direction his subordinate pointed. Straight ahead of them, several miles away, was a group of more than a hundred people.
Though the group was not large, Bishop Ick's face instantly turned pale when he saw them.
"It's the Archbishop!"
The group ahead had also noticed the commotion. In the center of the party, a middle-aged man in a red outer robe removed his hood and looked toward Ick and the others.
"What is going on? Wasn't Ick supposed to cut off the Onyx Principality's retreat?" the red-robed Archbishop asked in confusion before telling his subordinates, "Everyone, stop advancing and make way!"
With that, the red-robed Archbishop took the lead and charged straight toward the more than two hundred rampaging magical beasts, utterly unafraid that the beasts—powerful enough to crush even Holy Knights—might injure him.
"Bishop Ick, what is going on?" The red-robed Archbishop stopped over two hundred meters from Ick and asked with a frown.
As he spoke, the Archbishop used the elementary wind spell, Wind Speech Spell. Though he spoke in an ordinary tone, the magic made his