However, the human-shaped wooden stake is not that soft.
Sailesi thought to himself--
For Rosalind, who had already been seriously injured in her giant form, her body was softening little by little, first transforming from a hard-shelled beetle into a soft-skinned beetle, and then gradually shrinking down.
This also indirectly shows that Rosalind's life force has indeed depleted significantly.
So what exactly is the problem?
What is Rosalind's trump card that she can rely on?
Surely they can't just be stubbornly insisting on it?
Sailesi couldn't think of anything for the moment, but he felt he could add fuel to the fire and put more pressure on this stubborn grand duke.
Using the immense strength he still possessed, Sailesi performed an action that was very familiar to people in the real world, but completely unseen by people in the World of Disorder—
Squeeze out toothpaste.
If we consider Rosalind's body as a tube of toothpaste, then Sailesi is like a thrifty user, starting to squeeze the contents forward little by little from the very back of the tube.
This pressure was fatal for Rosalind, because although her shell had softened, it was still tough enough that there was no effective way to relieve the pressure.
Sailesi's actions quickly began to show results. As he rolled up the back half of Rosalind's slightly shriveled upper body like squeezing toothpaste or wringing out a towel, hundreds of densely packed hemispheres suddenly swelled up on Rosalind's head, to the point that would make anyone with trypophobia faint.
Those were Rosalind's eyes. Before this, Sailesi knew that Rosalind had sight, but he could never find where her eyes were.
After all, Rosalind's camouflage pattern was incredibly effective, but this tactic was no longer working.
Under immense pressure, Rosalind's eyes, being the most vulnerable part of her body, continued to swell even after bulging out of her skin.
Finally, they exploded one after another amidst low screams of pain.
Sailesi pressed closer and closer, while Rosalind was clearly on the verge of death.
If Rosalind possessed Antos's Authority of Flesh and Blood, she would certainly still have a chance to turn the tables.
But Antos who was most compatible with her among her siblings, had already been turned into a dish by her good sister.
Rosalind was unable to complete the rapid transformation of her body solely through the power of devouring.
But it doesn't matter, she does have something to rely on.
At this moment, the battle-hardened Grand Duke finally chose to take a desperate gamble.
She didn't try to stop her blood from splattering; on the contrary, Rosalind turned all the tissue inside her body into blood.
The blood, flowing from the holes left by the ruptured eyeballs, was ejected high into the air under immense pressure, like a musical fountain in a park square.
No destruction, no construction!
At this moment, Rosalind transformed from a tube of toothpaste into a blood-spurting showerhead.
The brightness of the entire battlefield instantly decreased, and some players looked up in confusion, but they didn't see any dark clouds. Instead, they felt that their heads were covered in a gray haze with a hint of blood.
At the same time, the BOSS's remains in front of them, whose health bar had already dropped by half, also entered a rapid bleeding mode, just like a BOSS in a game entering a berserk mode or a skill animation after its health drops to a certain point.
Hundreds of organs resembling atomizing nozzles immediately appeared on the surface of the severed body, spraying out the little blood remaining inside in the form of atomization.
What is that?
[ Western Sharpshooter ] felt some warm blood splatter on his hands; the slippery, sticky sensation made it difficult for him to grip his weapon properly.
So he casually reached out and wiped it, but he accidentally scraped off a layer of skin and flesh, revealing the muscles, ligaments, and blood vessels beneath his skin.
Even with Ed's perspective, and even though he couldn't feel any pain, the bizarre scene still made him involuntarily shout out a phrase from his hometown dialect:
"OMG Fuck!"
Soon, the players behind them also began to gasp in surprise. Some players found their flesh separating from their bodies, some found their bodies separated from their machines (mechanical prosthetics), and some had their necks severely corroded, bidding farewell to their old heads.
Some players discovered that their bones had been exposed, while others saw numerous tiny, almost invisible insects gnawing at their flesh.
That's right, although it looks like a corrosive effect, it's actually the Blood Worm gnawing at it!
It was Rosalind; she used the Blood Worm.
Middle Tier Rosalind Lineage vampires have a very limited understanding of Blood Worm, basically only turning their blood into Blood Worm and throwing them out to attack when they are injured.
Such maneuvers are not only very easy to interrupt, but also very easy to defend against.
Therefore, for vampires at this level, this skill is more for physically draining the life of their teammates.
The High Tier Rosalind Lineage vampires were already quite skilled at using Blood Worm. Even though Sailesi was a veteran of countless battles, he was genuinely surprised for a moment when he first saw Weber harden Blood Worm and fire them as bullets.
Blood Worm, with their combined armor-piercing and blood-sucking abilities, already look quite intimidating, and with practice, they could even become a primary means of attack for vampires.
However, as the progenitor of this lineage, Rosalind's manipulation of Blood Worm was unparalleled.
For most vampires, creating Blood Worm the size of a single drop of blood is the limit, but Rosalind's smallest Blood Worm is... well...
Blood Worm that reach this size can even be somewhat unaffected by gravity, which is the pinnacle of Rosalind's skill.
Her mangled body, which had been thrown towards the Skeleton Alliance camp, was now completely dead, but the death of one body brought about the rebirth of countless others.
The area around the mangled body was now shrouded in a thick, bloody mist, encompassing over a thousand players and skeletons.
To the skeletons, this blood mist, seemingly imbued with strong acid, appeared to possess a purely corrosive power, and their bodies were gradually dissolving within it.
Those skeletons with partially crystallized bodies were alright; the crystallized parts wouldn't be swallowed by the blood mist.
If a skeleton made entirely of bones fails to escape the blood mist in time, it can only watch its body be gradually corroded and dissolved by the blood mist.
That's not even the worst part. In the eyes of the skeletons, those Soul Returner mercenaries are far more unfortunate than they are!
If the skeletons in the blood mist were merely receiving a spa treatment to smooth their bones, then the flesh-and-blood Soul Returner mercenaries were as if they had been scrubbed with sandpaper.