The instant Benjamin saw the Purifier squad, his vision truly went black.
He had just been desperately clearing away traces of magic, trying to fool The Church. But now? The Church's specialized mage-hunting squad had appeared right in front of him. It was the bitterest irony imaginable.
Benjamin once again felt the malice of this world.
Why did they have to show up here, of all places? Why did they have to choose this exact moment?
Why not just have a meteor fall from the sky next time and crush him to death?
What the hell was the point of playing anymore?!
No. Calm down, quickly. If he did not calm down now, then it really was game over. Calm down, think carefully, think...
What was he supposed to do?
Run?
But could he really escape? Remembering the speed at which the Purifiers had pursued Michelle before, Benjamin did not think he could flee alive from these people.
Then... was he supposed to fight this squad head-on?
Honestly, he might not even be able to defeat a squad of Paladins, let alone a squad of Purifiers.
After escaping Michelle's grasp, he had looked into quite a bit of information about the Purifiers. The Purifiers were squads selected from among the Paladins and given special training. Compared to ordinary Paladins, their greatest distinction was that they had all learned divine arts, as well as certain special methods of coordinated attack.
Strip away the halo of divinity surrounding them, and in a sense, they were simply Paladins more proficient in divine arts and more rigorously trained.
Put that way, they did not seem quite so formidable, but...
Just how proficient were their divine arts? How powerful were their coordinated attacks? Benjamin did not know. What he did know was how wary Michelle