With a creaking sound, the castle gates slowly opened.
Ed pointed to the location of the hall:
"Everyone, let's go inside. Someone will handle things here."
These words were clearly addressed to the players. Finding the gate behind them open, the players, squeezed through the blood and stairs, chose to heed Ed's suggestion and began to push and shove their way into the castle.
Behind them were the Symbiotic Tree that had already demonstrated their loyalty. The group of people and the trees entered the castle in one go, while Ed was responsible for bringing up the rear to prevent any Holy Crusaders officers who sensed something was wrong from trying to sneak in.
The gate closed in front of the Holy Crusaders, and the alchemical golem plopped down in front of it to prevent anyone from opening it. Then it extinguished its fire and went into hibernation, bringing a rare silence to the tree wall barrier.
At this moment, no one died, no one was resurrected, and no one fought; it was as if their mission was already complete.
"Commander."
A Holy Crusaders asked anxiously:
"What should we do now?"
Marba gritted his teeth and said:
"Run!"
He turned and placed his hand on the tree wall behind him. The trees that made up these walls were all Life-Claiming Camphor, symbiotic plants of the Marba.
As long as these guys are obedient, they can squeeze together to make a passage for everyone to escape.
Are there rebels outside?
There are definitely more, but it's better than being trapped here and dying.
"Make way."
Marba placed his hands on the wall and issued the command.
The tree wall remained completely still.
Marba's expression Solidification for a moment, then he issued another command in his mind:
"Make way."
The tree wall remained unresponsive.
"Commander..."
The Holy Crusaders behind him asked anxiously.
Shut the hell up!
Marba, in a fit of rage, issued the command in his mind:
"Get out of my way!"
This time, instead of silence, the hundreds of Life-Claiming Camphor forming the tree wall seemed to enter a brief state of empathy, their wills converging to ultimately transmit a message into Marba's mind:
Who are you sending it to?
Marba stared in astonishment at the tree wall in front of her, wondering how these plants could communicate with her, and with such impolite language.
The two symbiotic plants within him cannot betray him because of his own constraints, but these tree species have clearly been imbued with his power; even so, will they turn against him?
That person's power far exceeded my imagination...
Marba took a breath, turned around, and looked at his subordinates, his face full of a relieved expression of victory over defeat.
He was about to say something to conclude Marba's performance when he suddenly heard the howling of a strong wind.
Cheers mingled with the storm, adding a touch of surprise to the howling wind.
"Bang!"
The ground trembled, and something enormous fell.
Seeing the circular waves ripple from the outside in on the surface of the blood, Marba subconsciously raised his head, and the rest of the Holy Crusaders followed suit, looking up at the dome of the tree wall barrier.
Through the riddled-with-holes Resurrection Tree, they saw a huge, sharp eye, golden with a hint of black.
Seraphina perched atop the tree wall, casually poking at the hemispherical object with her dragon claws.
The two were like a house cat and a ball of yarn; her entire dragon body almost completely surrounded the tree wall barrier, while at this moment, there were still a large number of players engaged in battle on the dome.
When Seraphina fell from the sky, everyone cheered. The addition of a dragon could directly change the course of a war, and the sense of security when a dragon was on one's side was indeed unparalleled.
Seraphina squinted one eye and peered through the hole in the Resurrection Tree, and sure enough, she saw a large number of Holy Crusaders still floundering in the blood.
"It really is that bubble tea," the dragon thought, nodding in satisfaction.
What Ed said was really interesting.
Ed had previously introduced this drink during a break in " Teacher Ed's Little Economics Class ".
Later, Seraphina saw some players holding similar items, and even blowing air into the cups, causing the pearls to float up and down with the bubbles. She found this quite interesting.
Her gaze briefly met the pearls before her dragon claws gripped the perforated Resurrection Tree.
With a little effort, the dragon pulled the entire Resurrection Tree out of the ground.
Seraphina, seized by a playful impulse, grabbed the top of the "straw" of the Resurrection Tree with her dragon claws and began to stir it.
This disturbance caused trouble for the Holy Crusaders inside the tree wall. The Resurrection Tree, which had Incarnation a straw, transferred its immense power into the bloody mud, and a vortex quickly appeared.
Without the help of the symbiotic plants, all the elite Holy Crusaders were caught in this vortex, rising and falling like things thrown into a washing machine.
They wailed and screamed in agony. Without the symbiotic plants, they lost the ability to hold their breath for long periods, and soon some began to cough violently from inhaling the mixture of soil, tissue, and blood.
Seraphina's stirring is completely unpredictable; she might be turning the straw clockwise one second and then change direction the next.
Those Holy Crusaders were unfortunately hit by the straw due to the change in direction were instantly bleeding from their heads, but they were still alive and continued to struggle.
Marba, too, rose and fell with the waves, but he still possessed the ability to protect himself.
The scene before him, however, shocked him somewhat; the eye contact they had just exchanged had allowed him to glimpse the other person's identity.
A dragon, a real, genuine dragon, is right here in Valhalla.
Logically, once I entered Valhalla's territory, I should have sensed its presence, but why couldn't I feel anything?
The dragon concealed its aura, its power, and its territory, curling up in the area like a harmless little animal.
Who is it?
Seraphina?
The Holy City's archives clearly state that the Red Dragon Seraphina and the Tree Worship Church have a non-aggression pact, so theoretically she shouldn't be able to attack the Holy Crusaders.
Who could it be?
A name popped into Marba's mind--
Nige Ganhuo!
That's right, this mysterious Black Dragon that appears and disappears without a trace is it!
No wonder the resurrected god was able to handle things so easily; it turns out he had a trump card up his sleeve...
However, this dragon seems to have never been registered by any of the various factions, so where did it come from?
The crimson waves rose and fell, and Marba fell into contemplation of life—no, of demonic existence.
Just as he was lost in thought, the waves suddenly grew lower and lower until they finally disappeared, and the surface of the blood returned to calm.
Seraphina stopped spinning the straw, but she wasn't done playing; she'd just stirred it enough.
Now, she's going to start blowing.