The Holy Crusaders ' defeat and escape were an irreversible fact.
After the two Grand Knights were surrounded by the enemy, the entire army was like a snake with its head cut off; it could still move, but it was no longer of any use.
Without their superiors to keep them in check, some company commanders and squad leaders, even if they wanted to maintain order, were simply unable to stop their men from routing and soon began to flee back the way they came.
The reason for choosing this path is simple: these two Holy Crusaders Knight Order were originally reinforcements from Laurel Town to support Ginkgo Town.
I heard that the bishop of Ginkgo Town had even prepared a military camp for them in advance, waiting for them to move in.
But at this moment, no one missed the military camp that had never belonged to them. The soldiers now had only one thought: to escape back to Laurel Town.
Whether we must regroup or accept punishment, as long as we can survive, that's all that matters.
Driven by this almost plague-like thought, they finally rushed to the battlefield where they would first achieve victory.
The corpses of the hundreds of enemies they had slaughtered with such ease still lay scattered on the ground, but unfortunately, there was no time left for them to reminisce.
No one noticed that several Aberration trees, which didn't belong here, had appeared around the battlefield littered with severed limbs...
Human limbs are actually quite soft, and it's easy to twist your ankle if you step on them indiscriminately.
The Holy Crusaders were experienced in this, so they kept an eye on their feet even while fleeing.
The person at the forefront dodged several arms and legs, carefully searching for a place to land.
Just as he stepped next to someone, he suddenly felt a chill on his ankle.
He initially thought it was just a slight illusion, but the moment he lifted his foot, he felt a gripping force strong enough to obstruct blood flow in his leg.
A chill crept up his ankles and up his back, eventually turning into a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
The Holy Crusaders looked down in disbelief and saw an arm gripping his left ankle tightly.
The torso to which the arm was attached, with its head hanging by only a thin layer of skin, was now staring at him with hateful eyes.
"Ah!"
He yelled and tried with all his might to pull his foot out of the man's hand.
However, with a forceful tug, he somehow managed to pull the enemy, who should have been dead, out of the pile of corpses on the ground.
The man looked to be about thirty years old; he was a fellow with no particularly striking features.
But at this moment, that face was already etched into the mind of the Holy Crusaders, because the corpse he had just dragged out was not intact.
The entire body had been cut into several pieces, and each section was now connected by a thin layer of plant tissue.
These plant tissues looked incredibly soft, and when he pulled hard, the corpse's limbs moved randomly like a puppet without its ropes.
The other fleeing soldiers heard the screams and looked over, only to see a soldier forcefully stomping on the enemy's corpse.
With each step he took, the corpse would become a little healthier.
First the neck, then the arms, and finally the waist, abdomen, and thighs...
The soft, thin plant tissue acted like the finest adhesive, reconnecting these fragments of the enemy together.
By the time the soldier had kicked the corpse five or six times, the corpse had already stood up from the ground.
"What... what exactly are you?"
The deserter's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and he stared with trembling eyes at the enemy who had come back to life.
"I am..."
The man spoke in a hoarse voice:
"We are the Wild Hunt!"
A surging aura swept in, and all the corpses on the ground began to rapidly piece themselves back together, thus coming back to life.
The leader, a burly, thick-skinned man, casually picked up a slender arm from the ground and inserted it into the severed wound on his left side, spitting it out with obvious disgust:
"If it weren't to lure you deeper in, we would have beaten you to a pulp long ago!"
As he spoke, he swung his arm, and the temporarily spliced arm grew thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon covered with a layer of rough bark armor.
The man clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, and shouted at the terrified enemy before him:
" Wild Hunt, charge!"
In the woods some distance from the battlefield, two players put down their binoculars.
"No, can't you just buy one yourself?"
"Hey, why are you being so stingy? This is your binoculars, isn't it? Lending me half won't stop you from looking."
"The main problem is that the dragon scales on your face are really itchy..."
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], having put down his binoculars, scribbled in his notebook for a while, then, after thinking for a moment, said:
"The effect doesn't seem very good."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] Watching the Holy Crusaders being chased like chicks by the Wild Hunt, he couldn't help but feel puzzled:
"What's wrong with it? How quickly does it work...?"
I wasn't talking about the battlefield.
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] put down his charcoal pencil and pointed to several trees in the distance that were visibly withering and dying:
"I mean, the revival effect of these trees isn't good."
"Hey, I thought you were going to say something else."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He doesn't care about this:
"Isn't this just the way things are? The Wild Hunt's best fighting are actually within the territory of the Second Holy See. As long as they are within Ed's domain, they can resurrect at the fastest speed and in the best condition."
"This is the Fitz Province; we're already doing well if we can revive them all at once using these few Aberration plants..."
"Yes, that's exactly what I've been thinking about. Is there any way to overcome the limitations of a particular domain?"
What do you mean by that?
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] was somewhat puzzled by this, but [ Shit Appraisal Master ] said:
"What I mean is, I want us to have resurrection points outside of the Second Holy See."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He pondered for a moment and shook his head repeatedly:
"I don't think this is scientific, at least... not mystical, or rather, not disorderly."
"On the contrary, this is extremely disorderly!"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] gets more and more excited as he talks:
"Do you remember when Gray came to the Second Holy See for the second time?"
"The second time? Was it when he was bitten in half by the Blood Corpse?"
Yes, that was the one time.
"Do you remember why Ed could only heal his injuries and couldn't piece him back together as a whole person? Instead, he had to keep him inside a tree stump to grow slowly?"
Isn't it because it's fun?
"What? What's fun about that? It's clearly because Gray's main attribute is Mechanical Compatibility, Plant Compatibility attribute isn't high, so he can't use the Second Holy See's readily available body."
"Oh, I see. I always thought it was just for fun. So what are you trying to say?"