The enormous slingshot quickly came to a taut state, and the crackling sounds of the material deforming due to external force constantly reached her ears.
Although he didn't know how Oil Vine were, judging from [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ]'s expression, Nuolun knew that the other person must be in great pain at that moment.
The slingshot was pulled to the designated position, and one of them shouted:
"Ready."
"Start aiming!"
"Second window on the left on the second floor, aim complete!"
The [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] who came up with this ingenious idea waved his hand—
"Emission!"
At the command, everyone released their grip, and the taut Oil Vine instantly snapped back, bursting forth with tremendous elasticity.
[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] flew out with a howl, and everyone could even intuitively feel the presence of the Doppler effect from the change in tone.
After tracing an arc in the air, [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ]'s howl abruptly ceased.
He crashed heavily into the high wall of the church in Black Locust Town, leaving a bloody, mangled Shadow, before falling heavily from mid-air to the ground.
Nuolun's brain immediately went into a shutdown mode, unable to think of anything other than that he was born of his mother.
She imagined the Soul Returner wreaking havoc in the church, and she also imagined the Saint, though he died again, brought back crucial information.
But to her utter surprise, all that effort by these Soul Returner resulted in someone crashing into a wall and dying.
Unfortunately, Nuolun, at a loss for words, didn't know the word "abstract" and was still racking his brains for a suitable adjective to describe the scene before him.
Watching the mangled, lifeless corpse fall below the church, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ], the instigator, scratched his head:
"Is the aiming faulty? Whose Oil Vine are growing unevenly? Or did someone release them at the wrong time?"
Players remained silent about his issues, not because they were shirking responsibility, but because the overly realistic gameplay made them unaware that they sometimes made operational errors.
[ The Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] thought for a moment and said:
"Calibrate, relaunch, and send another scout!"
The player chosen this time is called [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ].
He had just witnessed the entire death process of [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] and felt that being cannon fodder wasn't so bad; even if he died, he could still get compensation for his body.
Besides, how can war be fought without casualties? Sending a few more of our own soldiers can actually highlight the cruelty of war.
Thinking of this, he was quickly pinned to the giant slingshot by the players.
Feeling her body about to tear apart, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] shouted:
"I'll get the information for everyone as soon as I get in, so... make sure you don't go astray!"
Everyone let go, and [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] flew towards the second window on the left on the second floor of the church with an "ah" at the end.
Behind the church windows, pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the enemy outside.
Just now, those people did something and smashed someone hard against the outer wall of the church.
They all guessed that it was the bishop's assistant who had been arrested and tortured, but he looked a bit thinner, and they wondered if they were mistaken.
This bloody scene filled many of the Fallen One with dread, making them feel that they were the kinder ones compared to the group outside.
The bishop of Black Locust Town was utterly astonished. The dull thud and the sound of bones Shattered, brought to his attention by his symbiotic plant offspring, sent chills down his spine.
"Using human bodies as weapons?"
His voice was a mixture of shock and anger, as if he were standing beside an abyss looking down, inspiring both fear and a hint of excitement.
The bishop waved his hand and commanded:
"Everyone, stay on defense! That man was already dead; our enemy did it to intimidate us! No one is allowed to retreat!"
As he loudly relayed his orders, a sound of Shattered wood came from above him, and the bishop instinctively looked up at the church ceiling.
Cough cough cough!
Amidst the shattered fragments of the wooden window, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] coughed and gagged.
Even if most of the physical discomfort is blocked out, reflexes such as gagging and coughing are still unavoidable.
His body first struck the bullseye, shattering a third-floor wooden window (he was aiming for the second floor), and then crashed into the stone wall behind the window.
If it weren't for the broken wooden window absorbing some of the kinetic energy, he would probably be a pile of rotten flesh just like [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] by now.
Because the bishop predicted that the enemy would attack from the main gate, the defenses were mainly concentrated on the first floor, with the rest of the forces positioned behind the windows on the second floor. The third floor was completely unguarded.
Realizing this, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] immediately relayed her first intelligence message:
"The third floor is poorly defended; continue dropping supplies."
After sending the message, he heard footsteps getting closer and closer from the stairwell.
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] chuckled and took two spherical objects from her breast pocket:
"Let me show you what a prop Master really is!"
Ahead of him, a priest wielding a weapon climbed the stairs, looked around, and immediately pinpointed his location.
"Here!"
The priest shouted, and a sharp wooden arrow without a metal head or fletching shot from his palm, heading straight for the face of the Soul Returner.
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] dodged the attack by sidestepping and simultaneously threw out a spherical object. The fragrant spherical object bounced on the ground and then exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of pale pink mist.
The priest instinctively reached out to cover his face to protect his eyes, but unexpectedly inhaled a large mouthful of sleeping powder.
The sweet floral scent instantly filled his respiratory tract. Just as he was about to provide more information to his arriving companions, he felt a sudden weakness throughout his body, staggered a couple of steps, and collapsed.
As his strength waned, the priest vaguely saw a masked figure emerge from the smoke, and a short knife silently sliced across his neck.
The bishop on the first floor had his eyes closed, his ears twitching incessantly, as he and his symbiotic plant tracked down the intruder on the third floor.
He suddenly sensed one of his men's signals weakening, realizing he was probably about to die, so he immediately shouted:
"Third floor, right corridor! Quickly!"
The five-person priest squad immediately sprinted from the second floor to the third floor, while above them, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ], who was constantly gathering intelligence about the interior of the church, had already sent out her second message:
Enemy reinforcements are arriving; proceed with caution.
The next moment, the window to his right suddenly shattered, and a figure, his face covered in blood, crawled up from the ground beside him.
"Haha, I'm back again!"