I'm not saying who's getting impatient.
Marba glanced at the battle unfolding within the tree wall, his smile barely concealed.
Insects are indeed annoying, but if people take them seriously, in the end only the insects will die (except for Aberration bees).
While the Holy Crusaders were targeting Ed, the players who kept harassing them were indeed annoying. However, after Marba took over the battles related to Ed, the Holy Crusaders finally had time to deal with these despicable guys.
Blood and flesh splattered among the tree walls, and lives Passing one after another.
Ed and Marba had barely exchanged blows for less than a minute when the players had already suffered heavy casualties. Their blood and flesh mingled with snowflakes and mud, making the entire area inside the tree wall resemble hell.
The Holy Crusaders trudged through the blood and mud-splattered substance, shaking off the player's body tissue that clung to them, their menacing gazes fixed on Ed.
The tree wall not only blocked the players' way in, but also made it difficult for them to escape.
Now that things have come to this, all the officers of the Holy Crusaders have used the seeds of " Cannonball Balsam " and " Life-Claiming Camphor ".
Three symbiotic plants intertwined and competed within their bodies, their lives were nearing their end, and there was nothing left in the world worthy of their awe.
All eyes were fixed on the sky. Regardless of whether the boy was real or not, they were determined to accomplish the feat of slaying a god today.
Marba looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, a smug look on his face. He pointed a finger at Ed and began his deduction:
"I already know your secret. Your resurrection ability is indeed very strong, but it will take some time to unleash it."
"As long as I keep you occupied here, those dead rebels will have no chance to rise again!"
As he spoke, the Life-Claiming Camphor that formed a wall of trees began to grow upwards again, but this time the direction of growth was not directly upwards, but diagonally upwards towards the core.
These enormous camphor trees quickly formed a hollow hemisphere within the tree wall, trapping the players' corpses, the bloodthirsty Holy Crusaders, Ed, and Marba all inside this gladiator cage.
"Holy crap, the gate is closed!"
"No, it's nothing, I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"
"Do any of the guys inside know what's going on?"
"Open it quickly! I want to fight alongside the lord!"
"... It's not going to be a boss battle Dungeon with a limited number of players, is it?"
The players' lively discussion filled the air. Ed listened to their voices with his left ear and Marba's logical reasoning with his right, marveling at how many extraordinary people were around him.
Ed suddenly opened his mouth as if to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Marba:
"Wait, I know what you're trying to say. You're trying to say that you have a lot of reinforcements on the way, right?"
"You're right, but if I'm not mistaken, the reinforcements have already been intercepted by Gorn on their way and won't be able to get back here anytime soon."
At this point, Marba's expression became even more resolute:
"In order to prepare for my surprise attack, you abandoned Fir City, which was already under siege. We will certainly die here today, but the Archbishop can also take this opportunity to consolidate his power."
"If you die here, it will be a good thing for everyone. But if you don't die, you'll have to face the armed Fir City again. Does the Aduolin Province really have that many people left for you to command?"
Listening to Marba's logical analysis, Ed genuinely thought he was going to lose for a moment. In a very short time, he switched between the perspectives of hundreds of players and indeed found no reinforcements returning from Fir City.
Upon closer reflection, he realized that this was the other person's histrionic personality disorder at work.
As a true veteran artist, Duma is currently immersed in the role of Marba.
So, as the legion commander, what should Marba do now?
Of course, it's to boost morale and increase the chances of winning!
Did Gorn manage to stop the reinforcements? Did Antiya Lisi manage to defend Fir City?
The truth of the matter is not important; what truly matters is convincing the subordinates that they have accomplished it.
This is why Marba's logic began to falter from the very beginning; he realized that regardless of whether he won or lost today, the role of Marba would come to an end.
He's trying to make his costume more noticeable...
Ed sighed inwardly, causing the alchemical golem that was wreaking havoc to stop what it was doing.
He looked at Marba and said:
"Very good reasoning, but I also have three things to say—"
"First, the fall of Fir City was inevitable. I had already ordered that army not to return to reinforce it no matter what happened. I hope that old Antiya Lisi will outlive you."
Marba's expression changed from arrogant to calm, and Ed extended another finger:
"Secondly, resurrecting them would be as easy as drinking water if I wanted to. As for why I don't resurrect them immediately... I think you can understand the reason."
Ed winked his one eye at Marba, indicating that her identity had been exposed and that he, too, enjoyed having fun.
"I know you don't believe me, so..."
Ed slowly raised his right hand, allowing Marba and all the other Holy Crusaders to see the gaps between his fingers.
There is a seed there.
Ed casually tossed the seed downwards, and it landed in the puddle formed by the players' blood with a crisp "pop".
Nourished by blood and flesh, the seed quickly took root and sprouted, growing at a speed that was difficult for those present to comprehend.
Ed had already manipulated the alchemical golem to trample countless Aberration plant seedlings during tonight's battle, so when many Holy Crusaders officers saw him also planting trees to help in the battle, they immediately took a step forward, intending to nip them in the bud.
However, the plant's growth rate far exceeded their expectations. Its seemingly delicate roots absorbed the surrounding flesh and blood, and in a short time, they actually drew out a vortex from the blood-covered ground.
A thick sapling sprouted almost instantly, like a kayak being inflated, directly dodging the kicks and trampling of several Holy Crusaders around it.
The seedling steadied itself like an animal, then began to grow wildly towards the dome.
The players' flesh and blood, along with the nutrients in the soil, were absorbed at an extremely rapid pace. The Aberration plants, which no one present had ever seen before, grew to the height of the dome in just a few breaths.
The moment it touched the dome, its top began to become sharper, and propelled by the growing tissue below, it forcefully pierced through the tightly closed dome.
On the trunk of this Aberration plant, holes are constantly growing, and the entire tree is filled with holes, as if it were a hollow sponge.
"Thump!"
A strange thing fell from the tree hole into the bloody mud on the ground. The thing stood up from the mud, looked around in surprise, and said:
"This is the new respawn point?"