The fat worm stiffened for a moment, then let out a heart-wrenching scream, its body writhing wildly.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Surrounded by four Middle Tier fighters, Muller's defeat was now inevitable.
He realized this himself, so he no longer had any intention of pursuing the matter further.
Seeing the alchemical golem's hands gripping his insect legs tighter and tighter, Muller made a snap decision and severed his connection with the four insect legs.
Willow's hands, which were manipulating the alchemical golem, suddenly plummeted in mid-air for a moment. Looking down, she realized that the four insect legs had completely detached from the worm's body, leaving it utterly rootless.
The golem shrugged off its now-useless insect legs and threw a punch at the worm in front of it.
Muller's insect body had already left the ground, and when it was hit head-on, it was sent flying towards the rock wall behind it.
At this moment, Silvis had already landed on the nearby ground and was rushing towards his knight's sword, which was stuck in the stone wall.
Meanwhile, the players also recovered from the shock they had just experienced.
Compared to the several Middle Tier fighters who were constantly active, their contribution to this battle was not significant.
Muller's body was too large, making it difficult for them to attack.
Coupled with the opponent's spinning and crushing attacks, several players were unexpectedly crushed into "soul-snatching cookies."
But following Silvis's fatal sword strike, players were surprised to find that Muller's health bar below their field of vision had suddenly shortened.
Moreover, behind that string of titles and names, there also appears to be an icon of a Shattered shield.
Experienced players immediately understood what the system meant: it was a warning that a friendly NPC had broken Muller's defenses—a physical breach.
In other words, now is the time for these Low Tier players to exert their strength; it's time to let Muller taste what it means for ants to kill an elephant.
"Blood sacrifice for Willow, skull offered to Ed!"
Someone shouted that, and then all the players joined in.
Among dozens of players, there are always a few who like to use the translation function when speaking.
Willow, suspended in mid-air, undoubtedly heard the somewhat terrifying slogan. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she manipulated the golem to beat the drowning dog while looking down at Ed with a questioning gaze.
The boy raised his hand to shield his forehead, avoiding eye contact with the lich in mid-air.
The scene was a little awkward...
These players are clearly having a blast, they're even shouting out these weird and weird nicknames?!
If someone who has never experienced World of Disorder heard this, they simply couldn't tell who the good guys and who the bad guys were!
Thinking of this, Ed, who was already concerned about his reputation, suddenly felt his face getting hot. The lich in mid-air, seeing that the other party was not making eye contact with him, immediately changed his method of communication.
In Root Network:
"Is there something wrong with their slogan...?"
"I didn't teach them!"
Ed immediately chose to clarify the facts, then, after thinking for a moment, began to defend the players:
"You know, the Soul Returner have always been like this. They're just a little crazy, a little hot-blooded, a little reckless, but they're not bad at heart."
Willow didn't spend much time with combat-oriented players; she mostly interacted with research-oriented players who were interested in Psionic Energy.
Faced with this group of pure battle maniacs, Ed guessed that the liches might be a little uncomfortable.
After a moment of silence on the other end of the network, Willow replied to the message:
"What I mean is, their slogan is problematic."
"W-what's the problem?"
Ed was increasingly confused, while Willow explained earnestly:
"You're the one who needs the Grand Duke's Blood to become stronger, and I'm also somewhat interested in Wens's head, so isn't this slogan a bit of a slang term for our names?"
"Ah?"
Your focus is so strange...
Is there a problem here?
That doesn't make sense, does it?
Ed felt as if his multi-threaded, highly advanced brain had momentarily crashed the instant he saw that sentence.
Wow, amazing! So that's how it's interpreted?
At this moment, Ed realized two facts: first, liches are creatures with a strong ability to adapt to their environment; second, spending too much time with players can indeed lead to assimilation and infection.
Players wielding sharp blades had surrounded Muller in the center of the rock wall. Every time their weapons struck, the BOSS's health bar, which stretched across the entire bottom of the field of vision, would decrease almost imperceptibly.
From Willow's perspective, Muller and the players were like caterpillars surrounded by a swarm of ants. Although the caterpillars were large and strong, they were inevitably worn down little by little by an enemy with an overwhelming numerical advantage.
What a formidable group of warriors!
Willow sighed inwardly, then manipulated the alchemical golem to begin a new operation.
She hadn't forgotten her promise to Ed; now that she had borrowed the alchemical golem, she was obligated to help him capture Muller alive.
Although Muller's tail armor was Shattered, the remaining parts were still very sturdy. While enduring the attacks of dozens of people, Muller was still able to find the right moment to launch a precise counterattack.
With a flick of his long tail, Muller sent a player flying, but he struggled to retrieve the weapon.
Looking back, he saw that the alchemical golem had firmly grasped the damaged part of his tail.
Even you dare to bully me?
Enraged, Muller detached a fleshy tentacle, curled up a worm's leg on the ground, and swung it back at the alchemical golem from behind.
"Whoosh!"
The saw blade on it rotated at high speed, skillfully cutting through the connection between the alchemical golem's head and body.
"Clang--"
The enormous golem's head slammed into the ground, extinguishing dozens more Psionic Energy Circuit, and the alchemical golem instantly became a headless statue.
Although the golem, having lost half of its circuits, was slightly sluggish, it was still under Willow's control.
No matter how human-like a golem is designed, it is ultimately not a creature with its own thoughts; its head, as an ornament, naturally outweighs its actual function.
Muller only realized this after he knocked the golem's head off. He had been too quick to treat the golem as a human. If that blow had severed one of its arms, he might be in better shape now.
Just then, he suddenly felt a piercing, tearing pain.
Muller looked back and saw that the alchemical golem had torn off a long piece of flesh from its tail and stuffed it into the empty body where its head had fallen off.
"What are you doing?"
After dozens of mutated vocal cords died simultaneously, the lich in the sky revealed a cruel smile:
"You Blood Corpse enjoy eating other races so much, aren't you prepared to be eaten yourself?"
As he spoke, the alchemical golem's hands were imbued with Psionic Energy, and the propulsion array at its elbows was activated once more.
"Sizzle!"
Another strip of meat was torn off and then shoved into the alchemical golem's neck at lightning speed.