Countermeasure

From the moment Benjamin led his army into the camp, the situation had completely tipped in their favor.

By estimate, nearly a hundred thousand soldiers should still have been stationed throughout the camp. But having lost their command, they ran about like headless flies. Some had not even managed to put on their armor before being thrown into a desperate battle.

A total of seventy thousand Ikor soldiers had taken part in this surprise assault, yet for some reason, every Hori Kingdom soldier felt as though enemies were everywhere.

"Where is His Holiness the Pope? Where are the bishops? Where are the captains... The captains are gone too?"

Everyone was caught between bewilderment and despair. No one told them what to do. They could only fight on instinct, charging blindly through the crowds, before dying in a daze.

The remaining priests, bishops, and the like in the camp also found it difficult to escape the mages' pursuit.

Originally, The Church's greatest advantage had been combined casting. But amid such chaos, the priests were scattered throughout every corner of the camp and forced into a melee with the mages. They had no chance at all to cast together.

Benjamin drifted through the battlefield, using the system's detection to specifically target the more troublesome bishops. The injury to his mental strength had weakened him somewhat, but those bishops had already been fighting other mages. When several Ice Needles flew out from dark corners, how could they possibly defend against them?

In short... the night raid had gone even more smoothly than they had imagined.

"You, you shameless bastard! When His Holiness the Pope returns, he won't spare you! He'll kill every last one of you!"

Amid the chaotic battlefield, a bishop lay on the ground, glaring fiercely at Benjamin as he spoke