The side door of the White Wax Town Church slowly opened in front of Motley. Compared to the dim streets of White Wax Town, the White Wax Town Church, with only a few candlesticks as its light source, was already quite bright.
By the candlelight, Motley saw his old acquaintance Yiden praying devoutly before the World Tree statue.
He scoffed inwardly and strode into the prayer hall, completely disregarding the etiquette expected in such a place.
The door closed behind Motley, and he instinctively turned around, only to be drawn to something else by the door.
It was an exquisite set of pure metal armor, its meticulously polished surface so smooth that it could even reflect the flickering candlelight in the distance.
At this moment, the armor was arranged in a very imposing manner—the standard knight's standing posture, with both hands holding a pure metal lance upright, as majestic and awe-inspiring as a gatekeeper guarding an important place.
Motley reached out and tapped the armor lightly, feeling the solid materials used, and couldn't help but marvel at it.
"This is good stuff, where did it come from?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yiden was praying before the World Tree statue, turned around:
"It was found by Bishop Duolin when he was exploring the legacy of a baron."
Motley turned to look at Yiden, who had aged considerably, and the old priest continued:
"A few dozen miles north of White Wax Town stands an ancient castle that seems to float in the sky."
Motley nodded:
I've heard a little about it.
"After Bishop Duolin took office, he felt there must be something good inside, so he led a team to explore for a while. This is what they found inside; it should be a collection of nobles from before the Demonic Tide."
"I see."
Motley's eyes shifted several times, as if he had developed a greedy desire for the exquisite armor.
He looked at Yiden:
"Did Duolin arrange for you to conduct the security check for me?"
"Yes."
Yiden nodded:
"The security check procedure has been clearly outlined. Please extend your hands."
"Okay, okay."
Motley sounded somewhat helpless:
"Let's end this farce quickly. Hopefully, Duolin has made arrangements for the Holy Crusaders ' camp tonight—the winds in the countryside have been too strong these past few days."
Yiden smiled but did not answer. He reached out and gently placed his hands on Motley's wrists, and his symbiotic Boston Ivy emerged from his sleeves, beginning to wrap around Motley's forearms.
"This is how you detect infection? What kind of ridiculous method is this...?"
Motley's smile froze on his face. In that instant, he felt the roots of the Yiden symbiotic plant [ Parasitic Boston Ivy ] trying to burrow into his flesh!
" Yiden! What are you doing?"
Yiden did not answer, but only accelerated the process of the Boston Ivy's Aberration and anchoring to flesh and blood.
Sensing the hostility from his old acquaintance, Motley didn't have time to ponder the reason.
He only wanted to pull his arms free from their restraints, but a whooshing sound came from behind him.
"Puff!"
The exquisite silver armor that he had just praised, and which he had even been tempted to snatch, was now moving, and the heavy lance that was only good for decoration was now piercing through Motley's abdomen.
Of course, Xilǐ'er's all-out attack did not spare Yiden either. At this moment, the two were already strung together with lances. However, Yiden had become accustomed to being cut down in recent months, and a mere fatal wound could not even elicit a change in his expression.
Blood stained the white-decorated battle robes, but it did not bring victory; instead, it marked the beginning of the battle.
Motley turned his head and stared intently at Xilǐ'er's Y-shaped observation window. Ignoring the pain of being pierced through, he braced his left foot on the ground and kicked backward with all his might, landing a solid kick on Xilǐ'er's abdomen.
"Bang!"
A tremendous impact echoed within the hollow cavity of the armor; Xilǐ'er had never made such a loud sound before.
Motley retracted his right leg, and a clear dent appeared on Xilǐ'er's palm-thick iron armor on his abdomen!
The Grand Knight Commander showed no sign of stopping; he only pulled back his leg for the next burst of power.
"Bang!"
With another swift kick, Motley struck Xilǐ'er in the chest. He was now fully engaged in battle, his desire to kill his enemy overriding everything else. He let the lance writhe inside his body, widening the wound in his abdomen by nearly double in a short time.
The two swift and powerful counter-kicks delivered in a single breath completely exceeded Xilǐ'er's expectations. He had assumed that the enemy, pierced by the lance, was powerless to resist, but he hadn't anticipated that this enemy from the Tree Worship Church would be even more frenzied in battle than a typical vampire.
Is this the strength of Middle Tier player?
Xilǐ'er, who had kicked out twice and had a huge dent in his chest and abdomen, staggered back two steps and was forced to release his grip on the spear.
An alchemical golem emerged from the shadows and took Xilǐ'er's place. The four-meter-tall golem raised its fists above its head and slammed them down with all its might.
Motley sensed the sudden change in the light around him, and when he looked up, he saw a tall golem with bright, murderous eyes raising its fist to strike him.
He took a deep breath, retracted his right leg, then lowered his legs and tensed all his muscles, neither dodging nor avoiding as the fists landed on his head and shoulders.
A dull thud echoed throughout the church. The alchemical golem raised its fists, revealing that Motley's coat was completely torn, but underneath it was exposed rough, gray skin that resembled tree bark.
He took the heavy blow head-on, but no one could find a single scratch on his body.
Could it be that the alchemical golem isn't powerful enough?
That wasn't the case. From his vantage point, Ed saw that Motley's feet had been smashed into the ground by the golem. Just moments before, he had been like an incredibly stubborn nail, hammered into the church's stone floor by the alchemical golem that acted as the hammer.
Yiden's control, Xilǐ'er's surprise attack, the alchemical golem's heavy blow.
The players have already executed the three-pronged attack they planned in the script, and so far, apart from destroying Motley's uniform, they haven't caused any effective damage.
[ Howling Pothos ] gritted her teeth and glanced around at the original priests of White Wax Town awaiting orders:
"Let's go!"
A dozen priests covered in vines leaped down from the top of the prayer hall, brandishing their weapons and launching an attack on Motley.
But the Grand Knight Commander completely ignored the enemies approaching from all directions, turning to face Yiden, whose eyes were equally bloodshot:
"Die first!"
His hands, which had been bound behind his back, suddenly broke free from the layers of Boston Ivy roots, as if he had completely abandoned the flesh on his arms, and grabbed Yiden's arms in a twisted state of broken bones and tendons.
As the Grand Knight Commander, Motley was far taller, bigger, and had a longer reach than Yiden, who had spent decades holed up in the church. With a forceful spread of his arms, Yiden was pulled straight up and suspended in mid-air.
Amidst the Grand Knight's furious roar, the unfortunate Yiden suffered a laceration to his right shoulder blade.
The gruesome wound, accompanied by a tearing sound, wound its way downwards. With the help of the penetrating wound inflicted by Xilǐ'er, Motley's violent ripping ripped Yiden in two.