High-Quality Charcoal Processing Plant —a name that strikes fear into the hearts of many Stained Ones.
Here they need to work twelve hours a day, and that twelve hours does not include meal times.
The Stained Ones insert Aberration plants into their bodies on an assembly line, using their own nutrients to shape them into the form inside the mold. Finally, they are stamped with their prisoner numbers so that if quality problems arise, the responsible party can be identified.
Among these Stained Ones, there are certainly those like Motley who confess and accept their punishment, but some inevitably harbor resentment in their hearts.
Ed knew all of this, so after thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a good way to resolve these people's resentment.
After all, these resentful Stained Ones never considered one question: where did those whose crimes were even more serious than theirs go?
When these priests arrive at the assembly line to "enjoy their blessings," those resentful prisoners will naturally realize what kind of heavenly life they are living.
Motley already knew where these priests had gone, because he had previously served as a hidden boss in the event for a period of time, and naturally knew that some of the priests had been used by Ed to create Dungeon.
But because his working hours were not long, he did not expect that these priests had been tortured into this state.
Looking at these tainted beings whose bodies seemed about to split open and turn into a pile of rotten Stained Ones at any moment, Motley's expression remained cold:
"I don't need to explain why you've come here. With a great battle imminent, let us bring victory to Son of God! He has bestowed upon our army a new name— the Wild Hunt!"
Six hours ago, Marba led his "special forces" into a jungle, signifying that he had left the Wilderness of Chaos and entered the territory of the Tree Worship Church.
Although the winter bushes obscured his vision, he was still able to pinpoint his Psionic Energy marker's location to the northwest of the area.
"Everyone, go on high alert! We are about to launch our final attack."
"Yes!"
The officers responded in hushed tones, their pace quickening.
After traveling for a while, Marba vaguely saw a castle spire on the horizon, but below the spire was not the castle itself, but rather nothing at all, floating there.
He was certain that his mark was near that spire, a place that must be the heart of the rebels.
The raiding squad continued forward and emerged from the woods a few minutes later.
The boundary of the forest here was unusually clear, with obvious signs of logging. In front of this cleared area, a small group of troops were eyeing them menacingly.
This small group was about the same size as Marba's men, yet they all exuded a sinister aura, as if they were about to tear anyone in front of them to pieces at any moment.
These people are generally thin and do not show obvious signs of training; by any measure, they cannot be considered a strong army.
The only one who caught the eye of these professional Holy Crusaders was their leader. He was tall and strong, covered in a layer of bark armor, which made him appear even more imposing in contrast to his thinner companions.
However, someone quickly realized something was wrong. A Grand Knight Commander from Fir City exclaimed in surprise:
"Isn't that Motley?"
Upon hearing this, some officers from Fir City realized that this physique, this armor, this fighting stance—wasn't it Grand Knight Commander Motley of the First Knight Order?
But how did he end up here?
Wasn't he sent by Archbishop Antiya Lisi a few months ago to defend several towns near the Wilderness of Chaos, and then died in Corpse Tide?
But there wasn't enough time for them to think. Motley's hands slowly clenched, making a creaking sound. Everyone who knew him knew that he was about to launch an attack.
The battle, which involved only about two hundred people, was not governed by any clear command. The already numb priests were unwilling to obey Motley's orders.
Motley was well aware of this, after all, this unit was called the Wild Hunt, so it had to be wild. Therefore, he responsibly took on the role of the vanguard, charging ahead of the enemy, with his target being Marba, who was in the center directing operations and was clearly a core member.
Marba had already informed the officers, and everyone knew the plan had been exposed, so they had anticipated this battle.
After recovering from the shock of seeing their old colleagues, the officers of the Marba Legion quickly adopted their pre-arranged tactics.
Because his raiding forces were generally composed of members of different ranks, there was still a clear command structure during the battle.
The legion commander commands the Grand Knight Commander, the Grand Knight Commander commands the Company Commander, and the Company Commander commands the Platoon Leader. It seems to be a fairly disciplined unit.
Seeing Motley charging towards him with the Wild Hunt, he immediately relinquished command to the various Grand Knights, preparing to confront the man head-on.
But is it really a head-on collision?
Duma, disguised as Marba, was well aware of the Grand Knight's strength; he had to suppress his own power to reach a similar level.
He had previously deceived the seeds using some Psionic Energy Formula, making them believe that their bodies contained warm and fertile soil, which led to the scene where he personally implanted the second symbiotic plant in front of the officers.
Now, Marba is going to launch an attack using symbiotic plants.
Plant tissue grew rapidly on his arm, and soon a structure resembling a gun barrel appeared.
He aimed at Motley ahead, and with a light flick of his finger, dozens of bullets shot out.
The other Holy Crusaders followed suit, quickly activating the symbiotic plants implanted in their bodies and launching a barrage of fire at Motley.
Despite the countless sharp projectiles, Motley showed no sign of slowing down.
He quickly held his left arm across his face, which temporarily limited his vision but ensured the safety of his vital organs.
Bang bang bang!
A series of impacts rang out, and seven or eight tiny dents appeared on Motley's body. Then, nothing more happened, because the first salvo had ended. Even such a powerful symbiotic plant is always Fragility when reloading ammunition.
The opponent's attack has been neutralized; it's now Motley's turn.
The Resilient Beechwood provided him with extremely strong defensive capabilities; even when faced with an attack that could pierce through the chitinous shell of Soldier Bee, he only felt a dull ache.
With unparalleled momentum, Motley crashed headlong into the defensive line formed by the Holy Crusaders officers. The squad leaders were no match for him and were sent flying backward with cries of pain after this blow.