As the hammer fell, Grand Knight Commander Motley felt dizzy.
It wasn't that the physical attacks caused him much damage, but rather that he had absolutely no idea how many enemies he was facing, and also...
How did White Wax Town, which belongs to the Tree Worship Church's territory, become like this?
Putting aside the existence of the Wilderness of Chaos as a natural buffer zone, he just wanted to know why people from the Graycast Corridor and the Eternal Domain would be gathering here, and what exactly was Duolin, that secretive newcomer, up to?
If these two irreconcilable forces can shake hands and make peace here, then it wouldn't be surprising if a demon were to appear as well.
Wait, demons?!
For a moment, Motley was dazed, recalling the scene from just now—a corner of the battlefield that he had caught a glimpse of out of the corner of his eye during a lull in the fighting.
The Grand Knight Commander turned his gaze back to that spot, and then found it impossible to look away.
He sensed an extraordinary vitality and Psionic Energy in a withered old man.
He had felt that feeling many times on the road in the past few days...
Blood Corpse!
There are Blood Corpse in White Wax Town!
As Motley, his mind in turmoil, cast his gaze, the old man also raised a pair of deep, resentful eyes.
Motley instantly became alert after being stared at by those eyes for a moment.
On the other side, Bennett saw the person being beaten up by a mob of righteous people in the distance, and couldn't help but think of how he had been tricked a few days ago.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and a hint of resentment crept into his eyes. The other man merely met his gaze for a moment before adopting an attack stance. Was he going to torment him too?
Bennett's mind raced, and her body trembled involuntarily. The Strangler Fig Number One. 1 wrapped around her immediately became alert and emitted a signal unique to Aberration plants.
The Number Two Strangler Fig instantly pulled the stun controller, and a surge of electricity coursed through Bennett's body, forcibly calming the old Blood Corpse down.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield not far away, Motley felt a powerful surge of Psionic Energy flowing through the old Blood Corpse's body.
He's going to attack himself!
With that thought in mind, Motley adopted a defensive stance towards the wheelchair, his bark armor covering his vital points.
The expected attack did not come. After a burst of Psionic Energy, the old man remained seated in his wheelchair without any change. In fact, he looked even more haggard than before.
Meanwhile, Motley, who was focused on defending the front, was immediately attacked from behind by a group of players.
This is unbelievable!
These vulture-like beings, though incredibly weak in direct combat, are adept at seizing every opportunity.
If it weren't for the fact that part of his armor was forcibly removed to protect his ankles, Motley would probably have been rendered helpless by the treacherous players who had done so much to his feet.
Having killed two greedy Soul Returner, Motley regained the initiative in the battle.
Although he was surrounded, he still felt he had a chance of winning because the individual combat strength of the two sides was so vastly different.
Just then, a flash of light appeared above the battlefield.
That was not the shimmering white light emitted by Xilǐ'er's body fragments when he was resurrected, but a brighter, softer, yet more fleeting ray of light.
After the flash, a figure appeared beside the young puppeteer.
She was a tall woman. Although she looked human, Motley could still tell from her skin color and body proportions that she was a lich as recorded in the ancient texts.
Motley's pupils constricted and his eyes trembled.
Damn it, is this never going to end?
Humans, metallic lifeforms, cyborgs, vampires, and now liches... Are they having a team-building event here?
What unknown treasures are buried beneath White Wax Town?
At this moment, Motley no longer cared about Duolin at all. That inexperienced young man couldn't possibly have caused such a commotion; there must be someone more powerful behind him!
But who exactly is manipulating all of this?
Was he the legendary lich renowned for his wisdom, or the puppeteer who never moved an inch from beginning to end?
Looking at Motley, whose pupils were dizzy with shock, Ed roughly understood what the other was shocked about.
He thought to himself that it was just that the budget wasn't enough this time, otherwise he would have arranged another entire operation to show him what it was all about.
With his Dao Heart Shattered, Motley raised his shoulders and briefly lifted the alchemical golem that was suppressing him, catching Gray's New Year's hammer with one hand as it came crashing down with all its might.
The players and the priests controlled by Ed rushed forward, but were knocked away by Motley's powerful, martial arts-like attacks, and all entered a countdown resurrection mode.
At this point, Motley had given up hope of winning the day, but he felt he still had a chance to survive.
Although I don't know why White Wax Town has inexplicably fallen into chaos, since even Blood Corpse can live here, what difference does one more member of the Tree Worship Church make?
Moreover, given his hidden identity as Stained Ones, surviving was definitely more worthwhile than being killed.
With these thoughts in mind, Motley's fists went limp, and his legs lost their strength. Having lost his desire for victory, he no longer considered this battle his home turf. Instead, he felt that the person manipulating everything behind the scenes was taking pleasure in tormenting him, which caused his stamina to slowly decline.
The Willow Seretima had just completed the teleportation, was a little disoriented, but with Ed's guidance, she confirmed Motley's location.
Ed pointed to the Grand Knight Commander, who was being tortured in turn by players, knights, merchants, and golems:
"So, what's his skill level?"
Willow's eyes flashed with a pale blue Psionic Energy light as she carefully examined the burly man who was unleashing his full power:
"The average one within the lower -Middle Tier."
"Can you beat him?"
Willow carefully observed Motley's attack methods and said:
"It's not difficult."
"Then you'll serve as insurance for this operation. If the plan fails, just kill him."
"Okay, what do you need me to do now?"
"Use 'that move,' and remember to add a time limit."
Why not permanent?
"I still have a great use for him, and the Soul Returner have returned to their deaths should have some fun."
"Good."
The lich nodded, his short staff tracing a graceful arc as he began to chant a spell rapidly.
A few breaths later, she reached out and lightly tapped the air in front of her:
" Disorder!"
The Psionic Energy fluctuations covered the entire White Wax Town Church, yet only one person was affected precisely.
Motley, who was throwing a heavy punch at Xilǐ'er, froze, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.
He staggered back a step, suddenly realizing that several pieces of his armor had fallen off his chest. Then, a layer of scaly skin inexplicably appeared on his leg, and his entire right arm felt as heavy as a rock, making it impossible to lift even an inch.