Those "passersby" who had previously ignored the Holy Crusaders on the main road stopped in their tracks and all looked in their direction.
At this moment, even without the imposing aura of a Middle Tier expert, the Holy Crusaders still felt a chill run down their spines.
"Charge! Charge now! It'll be too late once they regroup!"
Marba roared and led several Grand Knights to the front to clear a path for the Holy Crusaders. They smashed up anything they encountered, behaving like dump trucks, tearing a path forward for the Holy Crusaders behind them.
"Bang!"
To the left of the Holy Crusaders ranks, the door of a tavern, reminiscent of an old Western movie, was kicked open, and the wooden sign that read " Mortgage Tavern " in Mandarin fell to the ground with a thud.
A dozen or so men wearing stiff hats, dark vests, spur boots, and strange cylindrical objects at their waists rushed out.
The leader held a curled-up yellow paper (a wanted poster), glanced at the intruder in front of him with feigned seriousness, and then shouted:
"Guys, kill these sons of bitches!"
As they were talking, seven or eight people emerged from a wooden hut to the right of the Holy Crusaders that read " Steady and Sure Biology Laboratory ".
They were taller and stronger than ordinary humans, and as they walked, they would pull out thin needles from strange belts around their waists and inject them into their arms.
While smiling, they muttered strange words about dragons bestowing power upon them, their muscles bulging incessantly.
In just a few breaths, these seven or eight people had grown even larger than before, but instead of launching an attack, they stood still and struck a pose.
For real-world gamers, their movements are not unfamiliar; they are simply the muscle-showing moves commonly seen in bodybuilding competitions.
The first person flashed a bright smile and struck a pose with his signature "devil horns," while the second confidently delivered a " War Stomp," and the third turned around, displaying his deeply furrowed back under the streetlights...
Only after the last man swung his arm down, executing a perfectly executed "Logan Cleaver," did this group of men, whom the Holy Crusaders considered madmen, finally begin their pursuit.
For the real-world soul that receives a massive amount of information every day, this is just a trivial act of pranks.
But in a World of Disorder still largely in the Middle Ages, their behavior seemed as eerie to the natives as an ordinary person seeing a ghost in the middle of the night.
The Holy Crusaders leaders, running at the very back, tried their best to quicken their pace, but they were still occasionally hit by strange bullets or tackled to the ground and tortured by a muscular guy.
Although these people were not strong in combat, their behavior was too strange, and their large numbers caused many to fall on their way to the raid.
As the Holy Crusaders advanced, more and more troops joined the pursuit.
Groups of strangely dressed Soul Returner joined the chase, and NPCs, some unaware of the truth and others knowing only a part of it, also participated in this nationwide fitness activity.
Western cowboys, medieval knights, bodybuilders, construction workers, truck drivers, Gungnir, and even a few anglers carrying fishing rods who wanted to change their mood...
Because the raiding party's level is generally higher than the player's, they cannot truly stop this elite enemy force; they can only occasionally capture an unlucky soul who has fallen behind due to exhaustion.
The straight road came to an end, and a simple wooden fence appeared before the Holy Crusaders.
The foundation of the Shattered Castle was not far away, and the pursuers behind them were closing in. This time, they could no longer go around them.
With a wave of his hand, Marba sent two great knights forward who instantly shattered the flimsy wooden fence. Marba led his men into the fenced-off area.
After running several dozen steps, Marba suddenly sensed a change in the situation behind him.
He turned his head, and the two great knights who were following him the closest also turned their heads. They saw that the enemies who had been chasing them like hungry wolves had stopped in front of the wooden fence and were watching them enter the area quietly.
Whether they were bodybuilders or cowboys, they all wisely stood outside the fence, as if something incredibly terrifying existed inside.
Does such a thing really exist?
Marba felt that he did not sense any powerful aura.
But in the next moment, a cry of alarm reached his ears:
"Ah, what is this? Help me! Help me, please!"
The Holy Crusaders kept running, but their eyes all turned to look. They saw a squad leader who had been running at the back lying on the ground, with seven or eight vines binding his limbs and torso like pythons.
With the help of the vines, the squad leader's legs quickly sank into a cave, and he was sinking deeper and deeper. He was completely powerless to resist, and even his cries could not be uttered after the air in his lungs was expelled.
Marba instantly understood the situation.
There are no strong individuals in this region, but there are a large number of weak ones!
Each of those vines, each of those revived plants, was only equivalent to half or even a quarter of the combat power of an ordinary soldier; to my perception, they were almost indistinguishable from dust.
The Aberration plants were aware of their own power level, so they feigned death and let the captains and platoon leaders in front go, instead targeting the Low Tier squad leaders behind them.
This is the " Greenhouse " of the World of Disorder -famous "coal boss"—[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ].
This player, who possesses substantial assets, is currently offline, but this does not prevent her "little guys" from brandishing their claws at the unknown intruders. Rather, it is only when she is absent that these Aberration plants reveal their true nature.
One by one, the squad leaders were left in the Greenhouse by the cowardly and timid Deadwood Vine, Strangler Fig, and various Aberration plants. Only one person, with agility surpassing that of his peers, managed to evade all the attacks and cross this extremely dangerous farm.
The squad leader leaped over the fence at the other end of the farm and landed steadily on the ground. Just as he was about to turn around to check on his companions, he heard a roar coming from the darkness.
"What...?"
"Bang!"
His body slammed into a wall—no, it should be said that a wall slammed into his body.
The squad leader spun back dozens of meters before crashing to the ground and convulsing. His landing spot was inside the Aberration plant farm, where a group of Strangler Fig larvae slowly crawled over, beginning to give thanks for nature's gift.
Amidst the darkness and roar, the outline of a three-tiered mobile fortress slowly emerged, and shouts and curses echoed from the top to the ears of every Holy Crusaders:
"Oh no, I think I bumped into someone."
"Serves you right, for not turning on your headlights."