The man nodded to [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] and the others, then turned and left without saying a word.
The priest was stunned for almost a second before he realized the situation.
Someone stole his left arm!
Damn it, there's a thief! There's a robber!
Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?
Just as the priest was about to shout in indignation, several players pounced on him and began modifying his blade...
On the other side, [ Howling Pothos ], having obtained the arm, quickly ran to Ed's side. Looking at the still-twitching, fresh-looking left arm in front of him, Ed felt his own lips twitch...
"My lord, will this work?"
[ Howling Pothos ] asked.
"Able..."
Ed nodded with mixed feelings, feeling that his thinking was a bit out of sync with the players' unconventional ideas.
As expected, those involved are often blinded while bystanders see things clearly. As the unfortunate soul who actually transmigrated, his thinking on certain issues was indeed not as imaginative as theirs.
On the other side, [ Good Times Don't Last ] already had tears in his eyes, and was crying in a childish tone unique to college students preparing for military service:
"Waaah, Pothos, you did this all for me..."
"Stop crying, hurry up and finish packing, we still need to farm contribution points, don't forget our contract."
[ Howling Pothos ] was about to pull [ Good Times Don't Last ], who had just had his arm repaired, back to the battlefield when the ground beneath everyone's feet shook once again.
Players who had experienced similar situations before quickly moved closer to their teammates. It was obvious that old man Yiden was up to something, so they had to be extra careful.
Ed also felt the stones beneath his feet shift and began to ponder what Yiden was up to.
Is it a maze?
No, this old man doesn't seem to be intelligent enough to do something like this. But whether he does it or not, I'll definitely do it myself in the future; the players love this kind of thing.
As his thoughts raced, Ed suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
It seems that the ground beneath my feet has... turned into a slope?!
The ground beneath my feet, which was originally level, is now tilted, and the angle is constantly increasing.
Ed suddenly realized why Yiden had designed his domain to resemble a cube.
This old guy's trying to flip things over!
The angle of inclination continued to increase, and many players began to Imbalance. They were able to maintain their balance by adjusting their footing, but now they were finding it difficult to move because of the intricate Boston Ivy on the ground.
Some players exclaimed in surprise, unsure of what was happening, but veteran players quickly stepped in to calm the crowd:
"Don't panic, it's phase two!"
"So it's entered the second stage. That's not surprising."
"Battle alert! The cutscene is almost over!"
"Look, the BOSS is flying!"
Outside the church, Duolin had already drawn his sword and pointed it at the church, which was trembling and deforming for the third time.
The experimental subjects, who were cosplaying as hamsters and munching away, couldn't help but stop and look at the huge stone block that was being raised at one end.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how could they have imagined that the building was a firmly established church just minutes before?
Thanks to the countless Boston Ivy roots, the interior of the church has tilted at a 45-degree angle. In other words, if the interior of the church were a cube, it would now only have one edge in contact with the ground.
When the tilt angle exceeds 45 degrees, the entire cube's descent speed naturally increases, and the side that was the ground just a dozen seconds ago is almost becoming a wall.
Amidst such violent tremors, players lost their Imbalance and struggled to maintain combat, but the priests fought with increasing ferocity. The reason was simple: Yiden's Boston Ivy allowed them to perform various high-difficulty acrobatic maneuvers while standing on walls and ceilings, without needing to consider the debuffs caused by the changing environment.
One side was on high alert, while the other was staggering and falling; the tide of battle immediately turned.
Ed frowned slightly, his only eye scanning his surroundings.
Could Yiden, a Initial Tier old man, really achieve this level of skill?
That's impossible.
According to Ed's classification of combat power in this world, Xilǐ'er is already considered to be among the stronger ones in the Initial Tier or Low Tier.
But judging from Yiden's current performance, he should be able to beat Xilǐ'er, at least here.
However, whether it was their own judgment or the perception of Duolin and the others, this was indeed a Low Tier old man.
Given Yiden's lust for power, once he reached the Middle Tier, he would definitely request to go to the provincial cathedral. How could he possibly stay in this remote town church?
unless...
Ed searched his mind for the answer to the question, recalling a few words Seraphina had once said, and he quickly came up with two conjectures:
First, Yiden will have to pay an unseen price to use this ability. This price may come sooner or later, but it is absolutely unavoidable unless a powerful being who can change the rules in this regard helps.
Second, Yiden used Territory Secret Pact, Territory Secret Pact for White Wax Town.
Seraphina once said that lords who own territories gain a certain degree of power when within their own territories. Just as Ed could manipulate the gravitational field within a certain range by using the bead from Barony of Tur (which has already been devoured by Little Green ), Yiden might possess a similar secret artifact.
Okay, okay, it seems I can keep my promise to feed Little Green today.
Despite the rapidly deteriorating situation, Ed remained calm.
However, Yiden's provocative voice came from the air at that moment:
"Give up, you pathetic experimental subject. This is not a domain you can break through. Here, I am the ruler of White Wax Town!"
The elderly man with white hair and beard was suspended in the air by seven or eight Boston Ivy vines pointing in different directions, not only far from the player but also with an excellent view.
The nearly twenty well-intentioned priests were arranged with some standing upside down on the ceiling, some on the walls, and a dozen or so connected to several vines, ready to take a leap of faith at any moment.
Some players were stuck to the wall by the Boston Ivy, some were dizzy and staggering, and others were busy struggling with the floor they couldn't get a foothold on. By all accounts, the situation was dire.
No wonder he made those tough remarks; he must think he has victory in his grasp...
Ed looked up and met Yiden's gaze in the air, chuckled, and spoke in a teasing tone:
" Yiden, when you think you're strong, you better really be strong."
After saying that, Ed's aura instantly changed.
The vines that had been extending from beneath his robes and trousers to help players reduce the effects of debuffs all retracted, and the plant crown that Spread from his left eye socket to the top of his head began to change shape.
The vigorous branches receded slightly, and the tender green leaves were tinged with a mysterious deep blue and light purple from the edges, with a faint Psionic Energy beginning to flow slowly through the veins of the leaves.
The transparency of the sapling continued to increase, as if it had entered a special state between reality and illusion. Even Ed's right eye, which was originally as green as a gemstone, began to slowly change color, gradually turning into a calm, sea-like azure.