Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] saw that the person who had appeared was none other than [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ], whom he thought was dead. The other person was standing up from the ruins, revealing his bloodied and mangled face.
Thinking of the impact force that was almost equivalent to jumping off a building, he felt as if he had seen a ghost and couldn't help but open his mouth wide to ask:
Dude, you're not dead?
"Sigh, I'm not dead."
[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] wiped the blood from his face, revealing his left eye blazing with murderous intent:
"Then they deserve to die."
Seeing that the other person was in high spirits, [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] pointed to a corridor to one side:
"Let's go first, we'll talk on the way."
"Okay, please check around for me. My injury is quite serious."
After saying that, the two formed a makeshift team and jogged in another direction, bypassing the dying, fallen priest.
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] knew that her throat-slitting was basically a death sentence for ordinary people, but not for the Tree Worship Church members whose vitality was as tenacious as plants.
If we leave it alone, the priest should be able to survive.
It's good to survive, because only by surviving can I see him more often in the Dungeon.
The two walked one after the other, with [Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows] leading the way and [Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] bandaging his own wounds behind him.
His superior physique allowed him to survive the full-speed impact with the city wall a few minutes earlier, instead of dying immediately, he stubbornly crawled back to the ranks.
This scene moved many Holy Crusaders to tears, making them realize just how far behind the Saint of ancient times were in their understanding.
A group of players immediately rushed over, some bandaging others, others splinting their legs.
[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ]'s health bar was quickly raised from the danger zone to almost full.
The Holy Crusaders watched as this Saint body was riddled with countless broken bones, went from being on the verge of death to being full of energy again, and their faces showed expressions of utter disbelief.
Under their awe-inspiring gazes, the Saint once again walked towards the giant slingshot.
He said to [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ]:
"Dude, let's try again, aim properly this time."
As he spoke, he lay down on the Oil Vine, looking as if he were ready to die.
[ The Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ] looked at him in surprise:
"Again?"
[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] scoffed dismissively:
"I've endured so much hardship, I must be allowed to fly in today."
As he spoke, he leaned back, and several players immediately began to pull his hands and feet to release the slingshot.
This time, the experienced Soul Returner did not fail. [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] was successfully launched into the church, but its head was positioned too high and made brief contact with the stone wall on the window frame before being pulled into the church by its body's inertia. This is what [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] saw.
He covered his right eye with softened vines, and forcibly straightened his crooked nose, [ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] opening his only remaining eye:
"Dude, how do we fight now?"
[ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] Spreading both hands:
"If we stand still, someone will come and deal with us. We have to keep moving no matter where we go."
"I think so too. Let's go explore the map."
The two reached an agreement, and [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] also sent a third message to the Soul Returner outside:
"We've rendezvoused with ' Warm Brother.' There are at least ten enemies on the second and third floors. We can continue firing scouts."
"Received. Be careful. Delivery will continue."
Outside the church, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ], having received the news, arrogantly pointed towards the church:
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows! No, fire, fire! Keep dropping them! The third floor is safe for now. They need to defend the main gate and don't have time to gather enough men. The more men we have, the safer we are! Quick, let's take the church in one fell swoop!"
Several players who volunteered to become engineers immediately began setting up new launchers. Some were busy Cultivation ironwood with their bodies, while others were consuming their life force to continuously produce Oil Vine.
Before Nuolun and his team, one after another, simple yet powerful slingshots appeared like fortifications in a strategy game. Many experienced gamers watching this scene had the illusion that they had been transported into the world of "Color Alert 2," as if they had become a reconnaissance unit next to a base vehicle...
One by one, the players arrived at the launch position with a death wish, and then flew towards the church amidst distorted howls.
For a while at the beginning, most players were shot against the church wall by the launcher, making a series of eerie "poof" sounds.
However, as their skills improved, the players responsible for launching the slingshots quickly mastered the knack, and their accuracy began to improve little by little.
One by one, players were launched by the giant slingshot and entered the church through the windows, while many of the Holy Crusaders, led by Nuolun, were moved to tears (although they didn't know what they were moved about).
The Grand Knight Commander rode his Hoofed Beast before the leading group of Soul Returner:
"Esteemed seniors, I've seen quite a few... the bodies of those who failed to enter the church and returned to their former Soul Returner. Could you please allow us to help bring them back?"
She paused, as if suppressing a sob in her throat:
"We also want to do something for this battle."
[ Zhongde ] glanced at Nuolun and her dozens of men riding Hoofed Beast, then pointed to [ Western Sharpshooter ] to the side:
"No problem, you can follow his example and reclaim the body."
Nuolun looked in the direction [ Zhongde ] was pointing, and saw [ Western Sharpshooter ] riding Hoofed Beast, looking like a real cowboy, wearing a somewhat rough cowboy hat and whistling as he galloped away.
His right arm swung overhead, the lasso in his hand extending like an extension of his arm, continuously dragging corpses from below the church toward the battle lines.
And the spot where he swung the lasso was hooked... his neck.
At this moment, a Soul Returner was being dragged behind Hoofed Beast by the [ Western Sharpshooter ]. He was clearly not quite dead yet (but not far off), his hands tightly gripping the noose embedded in his neck skin, his legs kicking weakly, emitting a series of suffocating "hoarse" sounds.
Judging from this scene alone, it's really hard to imagine that these two people belong to the same camp...
Nuolun's eyes widened in shock, feeling as if he were a native who had stumbled into another world, completely bewildered by its rules.
This series of actions will undoubtedly turn minor injuries into serious injuries, and serious injuries into death, but on the other hand, it is also very efficient...
It seems that the Soul Returner are not only ruthless to their enemies, but also show no compassion to their own people, prioritizing efficiency above all else.
Nuolun muttered, "We won't be so rough," before leading his cavalry to join the Soul Returner' quest for retrieval. It was unclear whether he was speaking to the Soul Returner or to himself.