It was an oval-shaped object, about the size of a goose egg, with a dark brown net-like structure on the surface, inside which was a black mass.
[ Easily Soluble in Water ] He used his Psionic Energy to ignite a small flame, then threw it forcefully at the insect monster.
The ellipsoidal body was hurled into the worm's enormous mouth. The worm monster paid no attention, casually pressing down with its two rings of sharp teeth, and a "bang" was heard from its mouth.
In the next instant, flames Spread outward from the depths of its throat, and its once fragrant maw instantly transformed into a ball of fire.
The giant worm, like a toddler who had accidentally bitten into a firecracker, began to wriggle its body explosively after a brief moment of confusion.
What was just thrown into the worm's mouth by the [ Easily Soluble in Water ] grenade was none other than the recently released player-developed item – the " Wooden Caltrop Grenade ".
The principle behind this device is not complicated; the main materials used are [ Cannonball Balsam ], [ Oil Vine ], and [ Blood-Drinking Thornbush ].
Players in the World of Disorder had tried making explosives long ago, but unfortunately, the Oil Vine weren't very effective.
After discovering this, they turned their attention to the area of creating explosion-like effects through biological structures.
The first plant they used was the newly Aberration plant, the Cannonball Balsam, which had only recently appeared in the encyclopedia.
The fruit of this thing is like a spring compressed to its limit; it will burst open instantly and blast everything around it away with the slightest external influence.
Players used other Aberration plants to forcibly bind and wrap the fruit in the center, and then poured a layer of Oil Vine fire oil on the outer layer of the plant tissue responsible for binding, and finally wrapped the outermost layer with a layer of Blood-Drinking Thornbush thorns to form a shell.
And so the Wooden Caltrop Grenade was born.
With proper guidance, players with Psionic Energy Compatibility of 10 can generate flames out of thin air.
Although it only lasts for a few seconds, it is enough to ignite the oil.
The flames will first burn away the plant tissues responsible for restraint, and then the suddenly bursting balsam fruits inside will instantly propel the burning oil and the Blood-Drinking Thornbush on the outside to the surroundings.
After several revisions and experiments, this product now has mature blueprints, but it is not yet ready for mass production, hence the high price.
At this moment, under the combined effects of the scorching flames and the Blood-Drinking Thornbush, the worm emitted a sharp, explosive sound once again.
"Holy crap, awesome!"
The player who had just experienced the "[ Easily Soluble in Water ]" debuff praised it, only to find themselves once again afflicted with two debuffs.
The players' status bars once again displayed the two negative effects: Temporary Deafness and Temporary Imbalance. However, at this moment, these debuffs, which did not cause direct damage, were no longer important to the players.
For the terrifying upright apes, the real battle begins when they stop caring about whether they can clear the level without taking damage.
At this point, aside from the [ Easily Soluble in Water ], half of the players were using vines to forcefully control the monster, while the other half were using weapons to vigorously stir it inside. Neither side could gain the upper hand.
At such a crucial juncture, if anyone were to retreat in the face of battle, resulting in defeat, they would be forever vilified by others.
"Hold on!"
Sensing the increasingly frenzied monster, [ The Retreat Drum Player ] didn't care whether other players could hear him, and gritted his teeth as he let out a low shout to encourage himself.
"Hold on! I'm coming!"
Another deep voice reached his ears, and the [ Retreat Drum Player ] shouted with veins bulging on his forehead:
"I've been holding on! Do you need to tell me?"
Amidst the flashes of sparks, a chilling sword light slashed through a gap in the carapace at the very front of the worm's body.
Like a hot knife through butter, the sword light pierced through the insect monster's body and landed lightly on the ground.
The sharp, explosive sound stopped abruptly at that moment, and the next instant, the head of the worm, which was nearly as thick as two people, or the first segment of its body, fell to the ground with a "thud."
Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react to what had just occurred.
Even the worm itself didn't realize what was happening; its head, which had fallen to the ground, was still throbbing and trying to extinguish the fire.
The headless worm descended into a final frenzy, indiscriminately attacking everything in its path like cunning wide rice noodles in a hot pot.
"No need to attack anymore, everyone get out of the way, it will die in a while."
The deep voice rang out again, and for some reason, the players felt they could trust it. The players on either side of the worm's body drew their weapons and jumped aside, watching the worm die bit by bit.
Only now did the players realize that the voice they had just heard was not the language of the real world they were familiar with, but rather... the pure royal language of the World of Disorder.
Realizing this, everyone turned to look at the spot where the insect's head had fallen, and the first thing they saw was a sword.
A knight's sword, about two meters long, was stuck in the ground. The Psionic Energy patterns engraved on the heavy blade lit up and dimmed rhythmically, illuminating a small area around it.
The Psionic Energy patterns slowly lit up, and the eerie blue light illuminated the withered hand holding the sword, which resembled a piece of dead wood.
The firelight from the insect's head flashed for a moment, as if the grease between its teeth had been Ignite by the embers, and the figure of the swordsman slowly appeared from behind the greatsword.
Thin! Almost extremely thin!
In an instant, only this word appeared in the players' minds, as if a gentle breeze would cause the person in front of them to collapse and never get up again.
The swordsman stepped out of the shadow of the longsword, his body hunched over, revealing a face with sharp features due to age and thinness, and somewhat disheveled gray hair and beard.
The firelight illuminated his body, creating alternating lines of light and shadow on his ribs.
His short-sleeved shirt was worn and thin, the holes in his trousers were larger than the trousers themselves, and he only had one shoe whose style was indistinguishable.
Rather than calling him a swordsman, it would be more accurate to say that the longsword was his true master.
The players watched this scene in silence. Although this person had just helped them, his attack power was truly astonishing, making it difficult for them to let their guard down at first glance.
The old man holding the sword was about 1.8 meters tall. He effortlessly drew the knight's sword, which was even taller than him, and then dragged it behind him as if he had suddenly lost his strength.
The sword blade struck the stone slabs of the ground with a crisp sound like metal clashing. The old man took a few steps forward to the insect's head, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy eyes.
He glanced at the crowd, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and disdain:
"Are you the reinforcements for this mission? How could you send such weak soldiers to such a dangerous place? This is a serious dereliction of duty! Whose troops are you under?"