Great Melee

Before long, the magic and divine arts in the sky collided head-on, erupting in blinding flames. The combined casting of several thousand priests was terrifying, but with so many mages attacking at once, it was hardly a simple assault either.

Benjamin stood by the city wall, watching every change above. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Quick! Take this chance—all mages, charge in together and break up their formation!"

Because they had never rehearsed an order like this beforehand, he could only shout those words out through amplification magic with the help of the other mages.

At that moment, the aftershock of the collision had yet to fade. The mages were stunned when they heard the command. Fortunately, Benjamin commanded enormous authority. Looking at the flames and Holy Light spreading and intertwining ahead, they finally gritted their teeth, raised their shields, and charged in one after another.

Fire mages, earth mages... even the dark mage squad that had remained hidden and inactive all this time rushed toward the army of priests in one great flood. There was no rhythm to their attack; the mages fought on their own. The force that had only just been trained into some semblance of order became chaotic once more, no different from a heap of loose sand.

However... a heap of loose sand was exactly what Benjamin wanted.

As the flames and Holy Light faded, the priests had only just been battered into a somewhat sorry state by that barrage. Caught off guard, their formation was directly scattered by mages pouring in from every direction!

The skies above Locke City had completely descended into a chaotic melee.

"Combined casting, was it? Let's see how you're supposed to cast together now!" Benjamin watched the scene with a cold smile.

The priests' perfect uniformity was their greatest