With the help of the vines implanted in the golem, Ed can delegate some of the control to Little Green, while he himself has reverted from [ Psionic Energy ] back to [Azure Bishop].
While the alchemical golem held Yiden back, Ed arrived at the players' side and began a large-scale resurrection.
The volunteers overturned the wooden crates containing various body parts, scattering things like eyeballs, arms, internal organs, and buttocks all over the ground.
Completely disregarding appearances, seven or eight tendrils extended from under Ed's robes, working alongside his hands to shape the bodies of the players who were anxiously waiting in the real world.
I need a left hand!
Ed, engrossed in assembling the equipment, suddenly shouted. The players in the midst of battle were still somewhat confused, but [ Howling Pothos ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ], who understood the meaning, had already rushed out of the battle lines, grabbed a bewildered priest in the corner, and with one controlling him and the other wielding a sword, swiftly severed his left hand.
"My Lord, the hand is here!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He picked up the fresh left hand and tossed it to Ed, where a vine caught it in mid-air and smoothly attached it to the body in front of Ed.
The next second, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] opened its eyes and began to pant heavily:
"Holy crap, I'm resurrected?!"
The players around him erupted in cheers, but he was still staring at his own body.
"Was I just hacked to death?"
The players' cheers were short-lived; they had already rejoined the battle and paid no attention to the boisterous young player who had just respawned.
A short spear was thrown over by [ Zhong Lele ]:
"Stop making a fuss, if you're alive, hurry up and take over the front lines!"
For the next minute, the battle went very smoothly, with the players and the few remaining priests locked in a stalemate, both sides looking for an opportunity to exploit the other's weakness.
Meanwhile, [ Howling Pothos ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] became two free agents roaming the players' battle lines.
Whenever Ed starts ordering, the two loyal waiters begin cutting the food to order, just like fresh food store staff, to ensure freshness.
Another minute passed, and the air was filled with the sounds of dozens of ropes snapping and metal bending.
Many players looked behind them and were shocked to find that Yiden, in her plant giant form, had already inserted her hands between the alchemical golem's helmet and breastplate.
With a forceful pull, the distorted head of the alchemical golem was torn off and tossed aside.
The golem, now headless, had incomplete Psionic Energy Circuit; it twitched twice as if due to a programming error, and then collapsed.
"What the heck? Your skills are terrible!"
Ed mentally berated Little Green for sending a super soldier.
The sapling, which didn't even have hands, spoke in a tone reminiscent of a bear spreading its paws:
"The latency is too high; it's already pretty good if it lasts for two and a half minutes."
"Are you also thinking of complaining that the air conditioning is too cold, the hardware is inadequate, my hands sweat a lot, and the network is unstable...?"
How did you know?
"You guess."
Yiden kicked the headless golem aside and finally turned his gaze over.
The last player to die in front of Ed just revived. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the four-meter-tall, vegetative man staring at him. He yelled and launched himself off Ed's arms, making the originally serious atmosphere a little awkward.
Yiden, seeing the half-dead priests in the corner, glared furiously at the players and Ed.
"Come on, let me see what an ant is made of!"
It must be said that Ed also felt that after merging with Little Green, he had transcended the realm of normal humans.
This is reflected not only in his various skills and attributes, but also in his current handling of multi-threaded transactions.
Ed knew that he and Little Green were not two independent individuals, but rather the result of a split of the same main consciousness.
One consciousness is used to handle important matters and make decisions, while the other consciousness is more like a programmed mind, executing pre-set programs according to predetermined commands.
Therefore, whether in the past or now, he actually has a lot of things to handle at any given time, including but not limited to helping all players calculate their health, calculating the damage of each of their attacks, controlling the display of the BOSS's health bar length, and so on.
These data are not simply fabricated; they are only shown to players after Little Green has calculated and deemed them reasonable.
Now, at the moment Yiden issued her ultimatum, the BOSS's health bar in the players' view has returned to 60%.
"Damn it, the BOSS has regenerated health, how dare he?!"
"Hang in there, everyone! This really is the final form!"
"How many final forms are there? I feel like I'm almost burnt out."
"Stop talking nonsense, he's attacking!"
The giant vine-like figure, as tall as three people, slammed its hands into the ground, and the players only felt a slight change in the Boston Ivy beneath their feet.
Everyone looked down and found that the area beneath their feet had become highlighted in their field of vision.
"Get out of the way!"
[ Howling Pothos ] immediately guessed the enemy's attack pattern. Although it was a bit too late, it still shouted as it lunged to the side, hoping to save as many as possible.
Players who realized the situation or reacted to the warning immediately jumped away to unhighlighted areas, but three people were a little too slow.
The slender tendrils of the Boston Ivy sprang out like springs from the bottom of the soft, sticky vine netting, stringing the three unfortunate players together and lifting them into the air, where they began to flail their limbs and scream.
Two seconds later, the BOSS raised its hands, the spikes retracted into the ground, and the heavily injured player fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
He took a step back, pointed forward with his right hand, and after a brief charging motion, nearly a hundred hardened Boston Ivy on his hand once again blasted towards the densely populated area of players.
Five more unlucky guys were stabbed right through, two of whom were already injured and too weak to continue.
Each wounded player was given a bandage pack, and the players began to focus on dodging attacks from the BOSS.
For these good Samaritans, puncture wounds are not true serious injuries; slashing or mutilation of limbs are.
Therefore, despite experiencing two waves of casualties, the remaining players faced giants several times their own height with solemn expressions but without any fear.
The giant Boston Ivy took a step forward, and with a swing of its left arm, the Boston Ivy that had been attached to its arm was instantly thrown behind. Its originally thick left arm transformed into a wide robe and began a fan-shaped sweep.
The seemingly soft Boston Ivy's fuzz and roots possessed an unusual stickiness. With a flick of his sleeve, nearly ten players were stuck to the emerald green "curtain." Then, as if dusting off some dust, the BOSS flicked his sleeve again, sending the ten players flying backward and crashing to the ground some distance away.
The next moment, the vine giant's left and right hands began to Alienation in sync, preparing to deliver a grab attack—a common move in action games—on the enemy directly in front of it.
Before him, after the three rounds of attacks, only one enemy remained— Ed.
His strategy was to capture the leader first!