As the two were talking, [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] had already cornered the priest in the corner where he depended on for survival, along with his remaining two teammates.
The blind spot that had just allowed the priest to launch a successful sneak attack had now become his burial ground.
The priest seemed still in shock.
Why, why don't you feel any fear at all?
Why could he still fight back even after suffering such severe injuries?
Why were they able to handle the sneak attack so calmly?
He had already planned to ambush and kill one of the enemy, then leave amidst their shock and fear to join the other priests, thus avoiding the appearance of desertion.
But now it's all over! All over!
The dual-wielding priest swung his Alienation arms with all his might, feeling a strong response with each attack. The problem was, while the feedback was indeed plentiful, the three people in front of him seemed completely unconcerned about his injuries, wielding vines and weapons to push him into a corner.
In less than a minute, the priest, feeling almost drained by the vines, completely gave up resisting, but unexpectedly, the ground changed at that moment.
Seeing her spoils about to be stolen, [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] felt a surge of anger. She had the three Deadwood Vine on her body tightly wrap around the priest's legs and shouted to the players around her:
"Don't let him get away!!!"
Several people quickly grabbed the vines or the priest's legs and began to pull backward. Even the [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ], who had just finished fixing the many wounds on his body, joined in the tug-of-war.
"Is this your reason for gaining half a person?"
Half a minute later, Ed looked at the two legs in front of him and asked.
[Pond Fish and Old Abyss] nodded vigorously, and said with a hint of grievance:
"We were almost winning the tug-of-war, but the other side couldn't take it and cut us off."
A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the players.
More than twenty people had gathered behind Ed; the first floor had been completely cleared out, and there was not a single priest left.
Correspondingly, the priests never managed to take the body from the player; the lower half of the body in front of them was the first time the players had truly been "captured."
"Back in the ranks, let's move forward!"
"Yes!"
Upon ascending the stairs to the second floor, the players face a significantly increased level of combat difficulty.
It's clear that the closer you get to the boss room, the more the enemies upgrade from basic mobs to elite monsters.
Ed even saw a particularly unlucky team of players wiped out, their heads and arms scattered all over the ground, waiting for him and his group to come and pick them up and put them back together.
Two other teams were reduced to only one or two players, while those teams that suffered serious injuries or casualties ultimately defeated their opponents after Ed arrived with his team.
"Guide, please save my brother! He's dying!"
Epic-Level Giant dragged a player's body across the battlefield from a distance.
The players crowded around to take a look, and then laughed and said:
"What do you mean he's about to die? He's already dead."
[ Epic-Level Giant ] Looking back, he discovered that the buddy he met while fishing in the gray area had his head gone—it was just a moment ago still covered by a layer of skin!
"Brother!"
He cried out in despair and threw himself on top of the player, while Ed, suppressing a laugh, took out a spare head from the box and prepared to connect.
Similar situations occurred in multiple battlefields on the second floor.
Some players who had been playing defensively for a while thought they could show off in front of the guide, but ended up getting wiped out in one reckless move.
Some players were cut to pieces by elite priest monsters, their limbs intertwined, and after resurrecting, they always felt like their own hand was still there...
As the number of players increased, their initial fear was gradually replaced by an unwavering confidence in victory. Whether on the first or second floor, facing ordinary priests or elite monsters, the players found themselves gradually gaining the upper hand in the battle.
In the study on the second floor of the church, a player collapsed into Ed's arms, using his last strength to say:
"Sir, there's another combat squad ahead... They're charging too fast, I wonder how they are."
After quickly assembling the player's information, Ed led the team forward and soon spotted what could be considered the most elite squad in this battle at a corner deep inside the second floor: [ Howling Pothos ], [ Good Times Don't Last ], [ Shit Appraisal Master ], and two newbies who had only recently started playing.
Led by the undisputed number one player in the entire server, this squad is currently facing off against a four-person priest squad.
Based on a power ratio of 1:4 or 1:5, their individual strength and teamwork have reached the pinnacle among current players.
Even so, it was still a bit too difficult for three level 1 players and two level 0 players to fight against four priests.
At a time like this, martial ethics were irrelevant. Just as everyone was preparing to step forward and use their numbers to bully the few, the [ Dark Archmage ] finally overcame his discomfort and fear of speaking to living people, pointed at the priest at the front whose right shoulder had some mutation, and shouted:
"It was him! He stole Tiya's father's face!"
Upon hearing this, players who were following both storylines were immediately enraged, while those who weren't following the other storyline quickly learned who Tiya was and why she was so hated.
A few seconds later, the players began a frenzied charge.
With a single stroke, the priest severed his arm ( Good Times Don't Last ), and suddenly saw a huge, howling horde of enemies surging towards the end of the corridor.
Several Tree Worship Church quickly disengaged from the battle and then began to retreat in fear.
They were the last line of defense, with Bishop Yiden behind them.
The group was completely baffled. They couldn't understand why these soldiers, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, showed no fear of death. They couldn't understand why, despite their poor fighting skills, they still had the courage to charge forward and fight to the death. They couldn't understand how a group of dozens of people had managed to appear before them unscathed.
Were those priests on the first and second floors dead?
"Captain, let's retreat!"
A priest shouted to the "innkeeper" holding a sword, while the captain immediately spotted the [ Dark Archmage ] in the crowd.
"It's all your fault!"
His right hand was parasitized by the bishop, his face was peeled off, his reputation, his future...
It's all her fault!
Thinking of this, the priest captain no longer cared that the two skilled fighters beside him were approaching. Enraged, he swung his longsword and charged towards the crowd at the end of the corridor.
Even if it means death, he is determined to test that person's strength today and wash away his sins of cowardice!
The Dark Archmage was completely unafraid. Seeing that the opponent was coming for him, he drew his weapon from his waist and entered a fighting stance.
Just as the two sides were about to collide, a crimson whip leg suddenly appeared at the edge of the priest captain's line of sight, striking him in the abdomen and sending the priest flying back the way he came.
Having begun to adjust to the drug's effects, [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] uttered his first fluent sentence since transforming.
Where did this stray dog come from?