There were only a few dozen priests in the ice ship's path, with no bishops among them. Facing that enormous magical construct, the only protection they had was the Holy Light they had just gathered.
For a moment, their minds went blank.
"You think you can run?"
Grant's voice quickly rang out. Immediately afterward, the Pope's unique spiritual power swept past them, taking control of their gathered Holy Light and instantly shaping it into a massive shield as tall as a fortress.
The massive shield blocked the ice ship's path like an impassable chasm, intending to forcibly stop Benjamin along with his vessel.
However, Benjamin seemed to have anticipated that Grant would intervene.
As the ice ship charged forward, a huge sphere of water suddenly condensed above its prow. The water sphere spun at high speed, and with the friction of its rapid flight through the air, it quickly transformed into a vortex-like water drill. With that drill at its front, the ice ship rammed straight into the giant Holy Light shield!
A deafening boom rang out.
The violent wind unleashed by the collision instantly swept the thick smoke from the sky. Though protected by Holy Light, the surrounding priests still instinctively stepped back. The bishops raised their heads toward the point of impact, their eyes widening anxiously.
Under the impact of the ice ship and water drill, several cracks instantly appeared across the giant shield. In perhaps two seconds, the cracks spread at breakneck speed, covering the shield's Holy Light-glowing surface in the blink of an eye.
Then, the entire giant shield came crashing down!
The ice ship charged straight through, and the few dozen priests who had originally stood in its path... at least from the bishop's position, there was no longer any sign of them.
Grant let