Under Ed's imposing presence, the vine-like plant displayed remarkable intelligence, extending two branches to the left and right near its tip, while the clump of roots behind it split in two from the middle.
Overall, this plant looks no different from a human swimming freestyle.
It swam through the liquid composed of pure blood and biological tissue, arriving at the center of the tree wall barrier like a devout Devout Ones.
It climbed up the Symbiotic Tree that Ed had temporarily created, using its own branches and roots to grow upwards, and soon reached a position close to Ed.
But once it reached this point, the plant stopped growing upwards.
As if contemplating how to treat this being who was like a king or a god, the Aberration plant hesitated for a moment, then lowered its head and rubbed against Ed's instep.
This behavior resembled both a docile puppy and a faithful follower offering their loyalty to the Pope. In any case, as the first Aberration plant set an example, more and more Aberration plants began to leave their original companies.
They completed the handover in an unfriendly manner, then rushed towards Ed like a group of pilgrims.
For a moment, the entire area within the tree wall barrier was filled with the sounds of Aberration plants diving and swimming.
A Holy Crusaders officer watched in astonishment as his symbiotic plant left without a second glance. He looked at his body; his Symbiotic Tree was gone, the Aberration balsam flower implanted in his body had been ejected from his arm, and even the deadly Life-Claiming Camphor that had fought alongside him in his other hand was beginning to stir.
But at this moment, he felt no anger, nor was he pondering betrayal; rather, he was thinking of—
If my Symbiotic Tree and Aberration plants are both summoned away by that enemy, then does that mean I... won't die?
This is obvious; multiple symbiotic plants would fight each other inside their bodies and eventually kill the symbiotic host. But now, these plants have been removed by this person in an unimaginable way, so doesn't that give him a chance to survive?
The next question is even more straightforward: if you fought so fiercely before because you had no other choice but to die, and now that you don't have to die, should you still fight?
Such thoughts crossed the minds of more than one Holy Crusaders officer. Even though they outwardly maintained a fighting stance, the idea of cowardice was like a virus; once it took hold, it would begin to spread rapidly, leaving no room for maneuver.
The players who had gathered near the castle gate steps watched this scene in astonishment, and someone shouted:
"I know, isn't this 'get rid of your stuff'?"
"Oh my, there's also the old Beijing Harry Potter thing?"
"Hey you filthy mud-brat, is it your place to call an adult by their name?"
"Which version did you watch?"
"That must be the most authentic version."
"..."
Although the players were in an uproar, no one left the area of the stairs near the gate.
In their eyes, what was unfolding before them was clearly a pre-arranged scene.
Such scenes are actually quite rare, so why not record a segment and save it for later appreciation?
Within the tree wall, on the battlefield, the movements of the Holy Crusaders officers had become extremely stiff.
Not to mention that the absence of symbiotic plants would accelerate the erosion of them by the Demonic Tide, the sheer weakness they felt after leaving the Symbiotic Tree was something not everyone could endure.
But at this moment, Ed's attention was no longer on them; he looked at Marba, who was being harassed by the alchemical golem and refusing to use her true abilities:
You've already lost.
Marba raised her Life-Claiming Camphor sword and pointed it at Ed:
"Not yet! I haven't lost yet!"
All the Holy Crusaders turned their gazes towards him. Marba's symbiotic plant was still on him? Could he really turn the tables?
Marba's symbiotic plants did not follow Ed not because he was more worthy of loyalty, but because Marba used her body to restrain these symbiotic plants.
As a High Tier demon, Marba was able to manipulate plants, which are almost devoid of intelligence, to a certain extent. He had previously succeeded in controlling these plants by making them believe that his body was a warm and nurturing environment.
Just now, when Ed used that Supreme power to eliminate the enemy's weapon, Marba used her ability again.
He did his best to block out the senses of the two Aberration plants and consciously tightened his muscles to prevent them from leaving.
Such efforts were naturally effective. Although the two Aberration plants sensed something, they ultimately could not leave despite Marba's various attempts to persuade them to stay.
He picked up his weapon and swore at Ed, seemingly still capable of fighting.
But the demon knew very well that, given Marba's fighting prowess, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.
Unless he intends to shed this disguise and fight the guy in front of him who has already displayed divine power, there is absolutely no chance of turning the tide.
But there was absolutely no need for me to do this; the raid on Valhalla was, in fact, a test of this suspected Tree God's intentions.
The tactics employed by the opposing side in this game included instigating the Zerg to block roads, sending cavalry to slow their advance, and constantly harassing them along the way.
He could have done better and more thoroughly; he could have moved the battlefield outside of Valhalla, but he didn't, precisely because he wanted to use Valhalla as bait to lure himself, the big fish.
Earlier today, even though he had entered Valhalla's territory, he still concealed his strength, leading him to predict that his resurrection would take a long time.
But this is all fake. In the battle just now, Marba saw some rebels at least seven or eight times, with intervals of less than a minute between each encounter. This is enough to demonstrate the power of his resurrection method.
Her skills and temperament perfectly matched my expectations, but now that things have come to this, how can I extricate myself without seeming too abrupt?
Marba pondered this, but Ed had already lost interest in playing anymore.
He reached out and gently tapped the branch of the Little Green near his temple twice, sending a message to someone who was waiting on standby:
" Seraphina, come over here and see something interesting."
"Should we just leave this place alone?"
"No need, let him take his final bow here."
"Good."
Suddenly, a large amount of steam appeared in the dark forest, and in the swirling white mist, the enormous body of the dragon slowly emerged.
The dragon's wings enveloped a large amount of air, squeezing it downwards with tremendous force. In an instant, the giant dragon rose from the ground and disappeared from its original spot, leaving only a thunderous explosion echoing in the outskirts of Valhalla.
High in the air, Seraphina saw the complete castle and the enclosed hemisphere in front of its gates. She thought of some interesting things Ed had mentioned and let out a loud, guttural laugh.