With this in mind, one person soon completed the Directed Alienation.
However, his result of the Alienation was not the simple ladder that everyone imagined, but... a long pole.
The player charged towards the church, the wooden pole braced against the corner of the wall, his body continuing to move forward.
The long pole bent under the pressure, then propelled the player into the air, accurately sending him into a window.
The others were startled by this astonishing feat, and someone immediately exclaimed:
"Holy crap, you can do that? I want to try it too!"
The person next to him pressed down on his shoulder:
"Let's be realistic. I remember that guy was an athlete, and his pole wasn't ordinary either; that kind of flexibility isn't something you'd expect from normal ironwood."
"Has it become this professional? I'm looking forward to the World of Disorder Games; I want to see professional athletes battle against these technologically advanced half-dragons."
"You can just inject performance-enhancing drugs anywhere, huh? I'd like to see that too."
Meanwhile, a player carrying a bulging bundle also found [ Zhongde ]:
"Boss, is our all-out offensive about to begin?"
"Yes, we'll launch a full-scale attack once their ladders are built."
Upon hearing this, the player immediately stood up straight and shouted:
"Reporting, a few of us would like to request to play music for everyone!"
"Play music?"
[ Zhongde ] then realized that the player he was talking to was the one who wasn't carrying a weapon but was instead carrying a war drum.
Behind him were three or four other people carrying strangely shaped packages; they were clearly a band that had already formed...
Seeing the expectant looks on the players' faces, he suppressed a laugh and said:
"We're all players, do whatever you want, you don't need to tell me."
The player shook his head:
"Playing games is all about immersion. Right now, I'm just an ordinary cultural soldier, so boss, will you approve it or not?"
"I approve it, I approve it."
[ Zhongde ] awkwardly agreed twice, then composed himself and said rather formally:
"Listen up! When we charge in a bit, give us some exciting music!"
When the band members saw that their leader was also so engrossed in the role, they all immediately straightened their backs and puffed out their chests to an exaggerated degree:
"Yes, sir!"
A few minutes later, the players had a lot of ladders in their hands.
Given their current average skill level, it would be quite difficult for them to place the ladder directly to the third-floor window, but if their target is the second floor, it wouldn't be a problem at all.
Seeing that the players were ready, [ Zhongde ] stood in front of them and gave the order:
"Prioritize clearing the second and third floors, then storm the first floor last! This is for future Dungeon runs; you can torment the enemies, but don't kill them! If anyone is seriously injured, jump off the building; Holy Crusaders will bring you back! The medical team will treat your wounds, so don't be afraid!"
A burst of excited shouts erupted from the players, and [ Zhongde ] continued to yell:
"Medical team, stand by! Attack team, set up ladders! Slingshot team, keep firing!"
At this point, [ Zhongde ] felt he had forgotten something, until he caught a glimpse of a familiar war drum out of the corner of his eye and suddenly realized what it was. He then shouted with all his might:
"And there's a band, play some music! Give us an upbeat song!"
"Yes, boss!"
The players, armed with various items, charged towards the church to launch an attack, while the five men, after advancing some distance, also arrived at a central position on the battlefield.
Here, their music can reach the vast majority of players.
So the group unpacked their backpacks, took out their instruments, and began tuning them. One of them asked:
"Dude, the boss wants us to make some upbeat music, any recommendations?"
"There's plenty of great music, but we only have a limited number of instruments, and these are instruments from the game world, so their timbres are quite different from what we're used to."
"But at least the drums are about the same. Do you have any recommendations for something with a heavier rhythm?"
"Is it heavy on rhythm? There's one that everyone's heard."
Which song is it?
"..."
The music, consisting of three long and four short notes, played rhythmically, and many players instinctively felt a sense of familiarity.
Two players, one in front of the other, carried the ladder forward and charged forward. One of them asked:
"What kind of work is this atmosphere-building team doing?"
"I don't quite remember, but it just feels very familiar."
After a few seconds of silence, the two exclaimed in unison:
Holy crap, it's "Boating on Dry Land"!
The two turned to look at the atmosphere group in the center of the battlefield, only to see that they were completely immersed in their art.
" That's Good Then," he said after thinking for a moment.
"You know what, this song is really fitting for this occasion."
[ That's Really Bad ]: "What do you mean?"
[ That's Good Then! ] His facial expression was priceless:
"Think about it, what color clothes should we, as members of the Tree Worship Church, wear?"
[ That's Really Bad ] and gradually figured out the ins and outs:
"... green."
What are we doing right now?
"... rebellion?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? We're clearly vying for the orthodox status of the Tree Worship Church."
"Yes, yes, you're right."
[ That's Really Bad ] After thinking for a moment, I asked one last question:
"But how can you use the word 'struggle' for this? Aren't we the rightful heirs?"
"Yes, that's right, bro, that's it! I declare you Green Luo."
" That's Good Then!" he laughed, the ladder in his hand shaking.
"Only with this kind of thinking can things get done."
Players' enthusiasm soared after discovering some striking similarities between the game's setting and real history.
As the echoes of "Dry Land Sailing" reverberated, players erected ladders next to the church windows, launching an attack on the storeroom and other rooms.
The main prayer hall is on the first floor of the church.
The bishop of Black Locust Town had his eyes closed, and grayish-white roots were constantly moving in and out of his ears.
He carefully discerned the sounds his men heard, comparing the loudness and direction of the sound source to different people's senses to pinpoint the enemy's exact location.
After listening carefully for a while, the bishop finally made a judgment.
The enemy's organization was not very tight, and their numbers were probably around twenty.
Instead of rushing down, they were... looting?
He raised an eyebrow, sensing that things weren't so simple.
The bishop wanted to send reinforcements, but since the main prayer hall on the first floor was the first point the enemy wanted to attack, he had to leave enough people to guard it.
Sigh, how did things turn out like this?
To think that a bishop who excels at manipulation but not combat would encounter something like this...
With a sigh of indignation, the exhausted bishop looked at a priest beside him who looked anxious and said:
"Tax officer, take three small teams up to investigate, and make sure they don't stray too far from each other."
The priest, whose expression had been off, instantly lit up with delight upon hearing this:
"Yes, Your Excellency."
He quickly led the fifteen men toward the back of the church, not because he realized the enemy was in that direction, but because... his room was in that direction.