Seeing the massive, three-person-tall tree-man rushing out of the corridor, Howard, who had just won a match, felt a surge of pride and a desire to compete with him.
"Let's fight!"
He raised his long-handled axe and charged at the treant in front of him, like a fearless knight.
"Bang!!"
The Grand Knight Commander and the Treant Aggregate collided violently.
The next moment, the burly tree-man, who was as tall as three people, was knocked backward and fell to the ground.
A deathly silence fell over the West Tower BOSS room. Everyone was stunned for a second before they began to cheer for Howard as if he were some chosen champion.
Howard himself was equally bewildered. He hadn't expected this seemingly formidable enemy to be so easily defeated. He had merely raised his axe and struck the opponent from the side; how could he have fallen so easily?
This feels as absurd as a human in some work knocking down a five-meter-tall giant with a single impact.
Meanwhile, within the mind of the Treant Aggregate, the six were exchanging information without any delay:
"Oh my god, what happened?"
"Go ask your legs, left leg and right leg, what's wrong with you two?"
"Is this a problem with the legs? Or was it that the torso was swept away and Imbalance?"
"What does it have to do with the torso? Imbalance, you could just stumble a little and that would be enough to fix it; you wouldn't just fall to the ground, would you?"
"Then I could say that my right hand didn't block?"
"Stop arguing!"
"Control of the body is transferred to [ Howling Pothos ]. We will cooperate and proceed according to the original plan."
"Receive!"
The dispute was resolved in a very short time, while outside, Howard, having recovered from his bewilderment, had already leaped high into the air, wielding a long-handled axe.
The half-tree man's posture while lying on the ground looked rather unseemly, and Howard's offense was equally unsportsmanlike, clearly aimed at the groin.
If this attack succeeds, a groove will appear on the lower back of the Treant Aggregate's torso, something everyone has. Howard is clearly planning to use a knife to shave its rear end, giving the Treant Aggregate a dent.
Seeing their commander's incredible prowess, the Holy Crusaders who had been intimidated by the treants' enormous size gripped their weapons again and began to attack.
At this moment, the Treant Aggregate resembled a herbivore being besieged by a pack of hyenas, about to be defeated by these beasts in the most despicable way.
Just as the giant axe was about to fall, [ Howling Pothos ] finally took control of all body parts.
Although there is a slight delay, it is still within an acceptable range. The field of view is very clear, and the refresh rate is not low, but it is not at the level of playing a three-frame esports game with one frame.
The next moment, he suddenly pushed off with both feet, propelling his body backward a step.
"When!"
The hard, long-handled axe head slammed into the ground, and the heavy axe blade, made of hardwood, instantly shattered into a pile of wood chips.
[ Howling Pothos ]'s actions instantly saved the entire Treant Aggregate. Seeing that they no longer had any tasks to perform, the group started chatting in the Aggregate's mind:
"Holy crap, this guy's tactics are really insidious."
"Why do I have such a strong sense of déjà vu? What if you replaced Howard's long-handled axe with a straight knife with replaceable blades, and placed two gas canisters beside him..."
"You know what, you really do know, Howard's coaching robes are even dark green."
"Good heavens, does that mean we've turned into giants?"
"Nonsense, we are Titans now, and Titans without a weak point in the back of the neck."
"This is amazing! I've always played as a human in related games before, and I've been wanting to try something different!"
Howard was oblivious to the players' enthusiastic discussions; at that moment, he was racking his brains to secure victory in this battle.
He tossed aside the broken axe with a backhand motion, his hands trembling slightly at the base of his thumbs. He had clearly used all his strength in that strike, but he never expected his enemy to be able to dodge it.
New long axes were constantly being generated, and a dozen Holy Crusaders quickly rushed out from around Howard.
[ Howling Pothos ] manipulated its body to quickly stand up, but the Holy Crusaders had already rushed to its side.
One of them held a sharp axe, raising it sharply before slamming it down, looking like he was skilled at chopping trees.
And the spot he aimed at was precisely the bend of the Treant Aggregate's knees.
It seems they weren't entirely without brains. Faced with the heavily armored Treant Aggregate, the Holy Crusaders abandoned their swords and opted for axes to attack the joints.
However...
The Treant Aggregate bent its back slightly, and a long arm swung out rapidly, grabbing the priest's waist and abdomen.
The Treant Aggregate grabbed the priest and slowly raised him in front of it for close examination.
A short, sharp axe; a desire to attack tendons and joints; a terrified expression on his face; a sense of weakness as he tries to break free but is powerless to do so...
This feeling is so real; for a moment, players can almost empathize with the giants, and the World of Disorder seems to have become a game with a different worldview.
However, they do not have the habit of eating humans.
To be fair, the difference in body proportions Treant Aggregate is only three people tall, and humans is not outrageously large.
However, the tree-man's body proportions are quite unique. Its hands, with only three fingers, are unusually large, and when it swings, they make a whooshing sound like a meteor hammer.
With a powerful grab, the treant seized the Holy Crusaders was about to launch a sneak attack on the knee, and [ Howling Pothos ] manipulated the half-treant to swing its body.
The body drives the upper arm, the upper arm drives the forearm, and the forearm drives the hand. Under the effect of the whip tip, the Holy Crusaders being held in the hand begins to accelerate continuously. At the moment when the speed reaches its peak, [ Howling Pothos ] chooses to let go.
"Whoosh!"
The soldier flew backward at an incredible speed, so fast that he left no afterimage. His flight, skimming close to the ground, even caused the Holy Crusaders along the way to feel a brief gust of wind.
"Bang!"
The Holy Crusaders slammed into the wall of the West Tower BOSS's room. The sound wasn't like an impact; it was more like the popping of a water balloon with liquid splashing everywhere.
The rest of the Holy Crusaders turned around in disbelief; for the first time in their lives, they witnessed a true "blood mist."
That wasn't an exaggerated description from some books, nor was it some kind of magical effect; it was simply the result of immense force acting on an ordinary soldier.
At this moment, blood mist swirled around the corpse. The Holy Crusaders, who had been flattened, was clearly dead beyond any doubt, and the roots on the ground were even Spread to collect the body.