Even Howard himself was stunned for a moment. He stared at the figure enveloped in the blood mist, gripping the axe in his hand tightly.
"Attack with me!"
The players who make up the Treant Aggregate have an average level of 8, which is already considered to be among the top level in the player community.
From this perspective alone, even if the aggregate of six players is multiplied by the coefficient of 0.8 designed by Ed, it would still have a combat level of approximately 38, which is close to the Middle Tier Intermediate.
Combat strength in World of Disorder cannot be judged simply by numerical sums; it is also influenced by factors such as special abilities or techniques.
A classic example is Ed himself. Although his numerical level is only around level 40, with the support of three innate special abilities, his combat power is still enough to crush all the Middle Tier players.
Aside from this type of advantage, in normal Middle Tier and Low Tier games, the situation of one force overcoming ten skills is still quite common.
Therefore, even though the Treant Aggregate doesn't have any particularly impressive skills, its strength and physical attributes alone are enough to put it on par with the enemies in front of it.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Howard was not an overpowered character, but a Middle Tier Grand Knight Commander who had undergone years of training.
But players clearly dismissed this, and this [ Good Times Don't Last n't last long] prompted a classic comment within the Treant Aggregate's mindset:
"Don't worry, everyone. Howard can't beat us in a head-on collision. His strength and muscles are all from his own hard work, and who knows how many hidden injuries he has from bad habits."
"But our power comes from the game system. This is the kind of power that we truly gain through our own talent and hard work, the kind that's unique in the whole world. So we're sure to win."
Faced with [ Good Times Don't Last ]'s shameless statement, the other five players expressed their agreement.
You're right, buddy! That's how you use the power of players!
What's the point of talking about fairness when facing an enemy? Go talk to my Treant Aggregate!
Under the influence of his companion's fallacies and heresies, [ Howling Pothos ] manipulated the Treant Aggregate to clench its fist and smash it down toward Howard's location.
This time, he caused a large number of tree roots to Spread from under the treant's feet, to prevent a repeat of the previous incident where he stumbled and fell.
"Bang!"
The falling fist collided head-on with the swinging long-handled axe, producing a loud bang.
Thanks to [ Howling Pothos ]'s prior preparations, the Treant Aggregate's body did not show any obvious Imbalance this time. Only its right arm, which it was swinging, suffered several cuts and lacerations due to the immense force of the impact.
On the other hand, Howard wasn't in as good a condition as the Treant Aggregate.
The full-force strike aimed at the ground earlier had already made the webs between his thumb and forefinger tremble slightly. This time, after the head-on collision, dozens of fine, dense cuts had appeared on the surface of his heavy hands, with blood seeping out from these wounds, forcing him to use even more force to grip the weapon in his hand.
However, the somewhat bent and deformed long-handled axe in his hand continued to slide downwards. Howard looked down and took a closer look, only to find that several tendons in his hands had completely broken, and several fingers had lost the ability to grip, merely following the movements of the fingers around them that still had strength.
In his previous battle with Gorn, Howard hadn't been entirely unscathed. Facing his enemy, he began to consider how long it would take for his hands to recover.
However, the Treant Aggregate didn't give him that much time to think. Noticing the blood dripping from Howard's hands, [ Howling Pothos ] was surprised to discover that the laceration on one of his hands could temporarily disable both of Howard's hands for a period of time.
He was overjoyed and swung his other hand at Howard.
This time, the Grand Knight Commander could only barely resist, while the players became even more excited at the sight, and their attacks became even more ferocious.
Overwhelmed and struggling, Howard couldn't help but think of the Holy Crusaders, and forced himself to glance at the soldiers during a lull in the attacks.
As it turned out, those soldiers were not entirely cowards; many of them still dared to fight even when facing such an enemy.
However, their attacks were destined to be futile. Faced with an enemy with formidable defenses, they could only manage to break through the armor at a few key joints.
The treants' rapid movement also makes it difficult for them to react appropriately.
In this world without "3D Maneuver Gear," they find it difficult to quickly switch positions using their own strength, and can only watch as the Grand Knight Commander and the enemy are locked in a fierce battle.
"Bang!"
Taking advantage of Howard's momentary lapse in balance, the Treant Aggregate launched a kick.
The Grand Knight Commander coughed up blood and flew backward.
Although it didn't embed itself directly into the wall like the priest before it, it still rolled around on the ground several times before finally stopping in the corner.
While Howard was flying, the Treant Aggregate was not idle; instead, it chased after him like an arrow released from a bow.
As the boss [Iron Thorn Knight - Ripper Howard ]'s health bar dropped significantly, the players cheered within the treant's consciousness:
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Chase after them and keep fighting!"
"Quick, he's collapsed and can't get up! Use that move!"
"Which move is it exactly?"
"It's that move from the Hulkbuster Armor Hulk!"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] shouted out in his mind, and [ Howling Pothos ] understood what he meant.
The Treant Aggregate leaped and landed next to Howard. The Grand Knight, coughing up blood, was about to get up when he was pinned to the ground by a giant hand with only three fingers.
Three fingers passed under his left and right armpits and groin, respectively, pressing his chest with their palms, making it impossible for him to stand up.
Meanwhile, the Treant Aggregate had its other hand raised high, about to unleash a barrage of heavy punches.
If you hit him hard enough, Howard's head will explode like a watermelon.
Howard coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You... you bunch... lunatics... kill me if you want..."
After a brief silence, a long gash appeared below the eyes of the Treant Aggregate in front of them, and a voice came from within:
" Howard, answer my questions truthfully, and you'll suffer less."
The voice came from [ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ], who had gained Domination of his mouth and was now able to complete his initial mission upon joining the raiding party.
Ask more valuable questions.
Howard remained noncommittal, neither agreeing nor refusing, seemingly waiting for the question to be asked.
Upon seeing this, [ the Great Wei Boxing Champion ] asked:
Do you know Mick, Kyle, and Borg?
A look of shock flashed in Howard's eyes, then he turned his head away from the Treant Aggregate.
"Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] cursed under his breath, and [ Howling Pothos ] had already given the order. A sharp thorn emerged from the palm of the half-tree man, pinning Howard to the ground.