While the players were hotly debating who should get the larger portion, the outcome had already been decided in the West Tower BOSS room.
In terms of combat prowess alone, the more talented priests were not afraid to face the Holy Crusaders.
Unfortunately, it was precisely because of their superior talent that the number of priests was less than that of the Holy Crusaders.
When both sides fight recklessly, the numerical advantage outweighs the difference in their apparent strength.
In short, the Holy Crusaders of the West Tower defeated the priest patrol of the East Tower. However, considering that they were all colleagues before, the Holy Crusaders, who had the upper hand, did not finish them off. Instead, they cornered the priests in a corner of the BOSS room. After all, the battle between the two leaders was not over yet, and the final outcome was still unknown.
Meanwhile, near the exit of the connecting corridor, the battle between the two bosses had already been decided.
Gorn was eager to know why Howard was the Grand Knight Commander of the Second Order of Knights, and Howard gave him a direct answer.
After using all his strength to pierce Howard with three through wounds, Howard's mace was finally smashed to pieces by the great axe.
Howard shifted his grip towards the end of the axe handle, increasing the pressure in his hand to gain more speed.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of cold light appeared, and a deep, long horizontal wound appeared on Gorn's abdomen.
The armor he had painstakingly Alienation to protect his abdomen was like butter meeting a hot knife in the face of a bloodthirsty Howard.
Gorn looked down in disbelief and saw the gash open, his internal organs slowly spilling out.
The axe blow did not injure his spine, Gorn was still able to stand.
But with all that debris flowing down the ground, he was no longer able to fight.
Seeing this, Howard had no intention of actually killing him. After all, everyone was trapped in the church and being used as punching bags. Even if he killed him, Gorn would be resurrected soon. It was better to leave the wounds and let him experience the excruciating pain.
A triumphant Howard kicked Gorn aside and looked around, glancing towards a corner of the BOSS room.
Seeing that it was Gorn's Holy Crusaders had suppressed his priests, he showed no anger, but simply asked in a gruff voice:
Do you still recognize me?
How could they not recognize them? Some of the Holy Crusaders here were members of the Knights of Howard.
Seeing their former boss triumph, they felt a complex mix of emotions: they wanted Howard to recognize them, yet they didn't want him to.
Regardless of whether the Holy Crusaders nodded or shook their heads, Howard pointed his long-handled axe at the corridor he had come from, and looked at the Holy Crusaders with a stern face:
"There are still enemies here, let's kill them together!"
"Yes!"
The specific orders were given, and the Holy Crusaders responded with a resounding roar.
All eyes turned to the BOSS room on the top floor of the East Building on the other side of the corridor. The Holy Crusaders, who had just completed their acceleration, slowed down their pace little by little, their pupils dilating in shock.
"What, what is this?"
One of them blurted out in disbelief, and many others in the Holy Crusaders, like him, were momentarily speechless, yet none of them could offer an answer.
Standing behind Howard at this moment was a giant tree-man slowly rising up.
Although its body is tall, it is not thin. Its limbs are almost as thick as its waist, and one glance is enough to be awe-inspiring by its power.
What truly left them helpless was that the giant tree-man's entire body was covered with a thick layer of bark armor, even its joints were fully covered.
The armor was grayish-white overall, with cracked surfaces revealing brown cross-sections.
The depth of the cracks gave a simple indication of the armor's thickness. The Holy Crusaders looked at their swords and then at the bark armor, which was at least as thick as a hand, and a wave of despair washed over them.
They are just ordinary Holy Crusaders, and the Directed Alienation they can use is limited to the few types specified in the regulations. They have neither the qualification nor the ability to develop their own Directed Alienation Directed Alienation.
Bark armor is a common technique used by Middle Tier priests, and it can vary subtly depending on the symbiotic plants they use.
However, none of the people present could tell what kind of Alienation plant the armor was a product of. It seemed that even the bark armor of Motley, the former Grand Knight Commander of the First Knight Order, who was known for his defense, could not reach this level.
Seeing the Holy Crusaders slow their pace and their eyes flicker, Howard's brows furrowed instantly.
He turned to look at the other side of the corridor, finding it hard to believe why the Holy Crusaders were so wary of six weak enemies.
The next moment, Howard felt an unbearable dryness in his throat, and he seemed to be hallucinating.
How could there be such a gigantic treant charging towards me?!
Half a minute ago, in the East Building BOSS room.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a loud, clear cracking sound, [ Howling Pothos ] whispered:
"Note that Howard has the upper hand."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] squinted and looked carefully for a moment:
"What do you mean? Should we observe him further? Gorn shouldn't be that bad, right?"
"Bang!"
In the distance, a layer of Gorn's gauntlet had been shaved off by a long-handled axe.
"Holy crap, it's too late! That noob Gorn is about to lose! Transform! Transform!"
"Huh? I'm going to beat Howard? Really?"
Some players panicked, some remained calm, and some even pretended to panic and had the chance to use an old joke.
In short, the row of mushroom-headed figures quickly retreated into the East Building BOSS room. This time, [ Clear Soup Master ] did not hesitate at all and immediately took out the purple item [ Citrus Aggregate) ] from his pocket.
Watching him pull an orange from his pocket, [ Howling Pothos ] thought for a moment and asked:
"Can't you store this rare item inside your body?"
"Huh? Take it into your body? How is that possible?"
[ Howling Pothos ]'s tone carried a hint of pride:
"My previous Character Blessing Card could be stored inside my body."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] glanced at the oranges:
What is the quality of this product?
[ Clear Soup Master ], who was peeling an orange, immediately replied:
"Purple is rare."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] looked at [ Howling Pothos ]:
Where is your Character Blessing Card?
[ Howling Pothos ] cleared her throat and answered in an exaggerated tone that everyone had heard before:
"The Golden Legend!"
The other five people. "..."
With the lightning-fast reflexes of someone showing off their kumquats during Chinese New Year, [ Clear Soup Master ] peeled the kumquat in less than two seconds, then cut it in half and handed three segments to [ Howling Pothos ].