A Way to Silence Them

When Benjamin arrived at the study, the nearby corridors were already a complete wreck. Several walls had been blasted full of holes. The battle between the mages and the bishop had reached a white-hot frenzy, chaotic magical fluctuations spreading out from the clash.

"Once you get close, try using Mind Arts to control that bishop's mind." Benjamin did not rush into the battle. Instead, he leaned over and whispered a few words to the girl.

"This... his mental strength seems very powerful. I might not be able to influence him."

Benjamin frowned.

If they could not use Mind Arts to pry the words out of him, things would become rather troublesome.

But the situation was urgent, and he had no time to worry about that. He flew straight into the study.

Inside, more than a dozen mages formed a large circle. Countless spells flew from their hands, bombarding the bishop in the center. The bishop held a crystal-studded staff, gathering vast amounts of Holy Light as he defended himself and attempted to counterattack.

The overall situation was tipping toward the mages. Even if Benjamin did not join in, this bishop probably would not last much longer.

"...Mage Benjamin, I did not expect you to arrive so quickly."

Through the collisions of Holy Light and magic, the bishop's gaze settled on Benjamin. His voice still sounded calm.

"There are plenty more things you didn't expect!" Benjamin snorted coldly and waved his hand, summoning dozens of hovering Ice Longswords. "Die! You will not take Ikor from us!"

Then, the dozens of Ice Longswords descended, hacking viciously at the barrier raised by the bishop!

The dazzling Holy Light immediately began to tremble.

Seeing this, the bishop's eyes flickered. He suddenly pulled another strangely shaped cross from his robes. As he crushed it, brilliant