Gray lowered his voice just so the players wouldn't hear his mutterings, but Bennett in his wheelchair heard it all clearly.
But he didn't show any doubt about the "captain's" opinion. Having been in the crew of the Antasia for so long, Bennett had figured out how these people operated.
He gets shocked whether he talks too much or too little; the only way to avoid being shocked is to lower his profile and pretend he doesn't exist. But even then, he gets shocked if people discover he's slacking off.
In short, he has now completely resigned himself to his fate. Since he can't really die anyway, he'll just live one day at a time. Maybe one day the progenitor Antos will be resurrected and save this little shrimp of a man.
The progenitor probably hasn't forgotten himself, after all, he was Blood Corpse personally transformed by the other party...
Inside the tree wall, the fierce battle continued.
Although Ed had already advanced to the Middle Tier, he couldn't compete with the numerous Grand Knights in front of him, all of whom were at the Middle Tier.
Even with his extraordinary talent and the help of Willow's modified alchemical golem, he still found it difficult to determine a victor from his enemy in a short period of time.
However, while it would be difficult for Ed to defeat all his enemies, it would also be no easy task for these people to capture Ed.
With his alchemical golem and anti-gravity spell, Ed leaped around the space enclosed by the tree wall and the castle. Whenever a Grand Knight was about to scatter seeds on the ground to summon the branches of the Symbiotic Tree to fight, Ed would ride on the alchemical golem and leap up, stomping the newly sprouted plants to death like an unreasonable brat.
The pain of the Aberration plant breaking was synchronized with those who manipulated it, Ed would seize the opportunity each time to kick the man away.
But what concerned Ed the most was the presence of Marba. He took the initiative to cover the rear and focused his attention on the players who were about to climb over the tree wall.
Ed knew that Marba's attention was always on him; he seemed to be watching him all along, but he was unwilling to take the initiative.
Is the old fox still hiding?
Ed chuckled inwardly, his control over the alchemical golem growing ever more skillful and confident—his reinforcements had arrived.
Have you ever heard of a palm strike that falls from the sky?
The first player to rush to the treetops from the Antasia shouted and jumped from the highest point.
His posture was indeed very elegant, and although his hand was not a standard Buddha's Palm, its power should not be underestimated.
His target was Marba, who intended to intercept all the players.
At this moment, the legion commander's expression was relaxed, and his body language showed complete ease.
He deftly turned his body to dodge the player's attack, and with a casual lift of his leg, he slammed his hard knee into the player's abdomen.
The player let out a muffled groan and spun away, followed closely by a second, a third...
More and more players appeared above the tree wall, falling into it like dumplings being pushed to the side of a pot.
Marba was not puzzled by this. Although he did not know how the players had climbed up that row of large and thick Life-Claiming Camphor, he had already prepared for the defense line to be breached. After all, these enemies could not be categorized by common sense.
The circular tree wall created by Marba was only a few dozen meters in radius, and as more and more players poured in, the battlefield began to become very crowded.
The Grand Knights, who used to be able to move freely, no longer had as much room to dodge. Low Tier enemies were shouting and attacking them with weapons that were hardly offensive.
However, this doesn't mean that players are completely powerless to influence these powerful individuals. They are like mosquitoes in the real world at night; they swarm around and annoy people when they want to sleep, but disappear without a trace the moment they get up and turn on the lights.
The powerful members of the Tree Worship Church always rely on the growth of plants during battles, and the most Fragility stage of a plant is the first few seconds after it is born.
Now that these despicable guys have joined the fray, the Aberration plants don't even need that big guy (the alchemical golem) to trample them; they can't even grow a single sprout.
The players took over the matches against the Holy Crusaders officers from Ed, and Marba naturally found herself facing Ed as her new opponent.
The Holy Crusaders and the Soul Returner tacitly agreed to give up an area for the two to duel, and Ed and Marba accepted this arrangement quite naturally. After the players joined in, the area within the tree wall gradually began to boil like a pot of water.
"Smack!"
A loud bang accompanied by a strong gust of wind shook off a large number of leaves from the tree wall, and even the ground trembled briefly as a result.
This attack came from the alchemical golem's " Facebreaker," but unfortunately, Marba was too agile and was not caught by the huge metal arm.
With a light leap, he stepped onto the side wall of the tree wall that was completely perpendicular to the ground, and with his agility, he kept dodging and weaving.
The alchemical golem took a step back, its right hand outstretched, aiming at Marba. As a Psionic Energy Circuit dimmed, an invisible net enveloped the legion commander who was desperately trying to evade it.
"Good tactic."
Just as the net was about to fall, Marba used the momentum of his descent to suddenly accelerate his body and squeeze into the narrow gap between the two Life-Claiming Camphor that made up the tree wall.
This skill originally belonged to the real Marba; surrounded by his symbiotic plants, he could greatly alter the shape of his own body without causing harm.
This actually involves some aspects of Psionic Energy, but Marba himself is unaware of this, simply believing it to be his special ability related to plants.
After peeking into the memories of this Holy Crusaders officer, Duma used his Psionic Energy to mimic the ability, successfully evading Ed's trap.
His figure flickered a few times and then emerged from another gap in the tree.
The legion commander stood in the middle of the tree trunk, facing Ed directly at eye level for the first time.
A rare hint of curiosity appeared on his face:
"What kind of being are you? Where does your power come from?"
Ed, upon hearing this, did not answer but instead asked:
"And what about you? What kind of being are you?"
Marba looked at the boy in front of him, a slow smile curving his lips:
Want to know? Beat me and I'll tell you.
I'm not interested.
Marba's smile Solidification on his face, and his expression turned somewhat sinister.
"Imitation, watch me tear off your mask myself!"
Ed pointed at Marba with a beaming smile:
Are you getting a little too hasty?