Black Pine City, the Soul Returner launched their charge towards the city walls.
On Black Pine City, the Holy Crusaders, terrified by the sheer number of enemies, are launching a counterattack using various methods.
Needless to say, they can use traditional logs and boulders, and with their symbiotic plants, they can also organize defensive shooting tactics.
In the midst of this battlefield, there seemed to be a small group of people who didn't care much about attacking or retreating, but instead stood motionless in the middle of the battlefield like stone pillars in a great river.
Compared to the more than 20,000 people, these dozen or so individuals seemed so insignificant that no one even noticed they were... eating.
"Here, take one petal."
"You are a petal."
"And you, have one too..."
In the center of the group of a dozen or so people, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] was generously sharing his food.
What he shared with those around him was no ordinary product, but the largest quantity of Citrus Complex that Ed could currently produce—a full eighteen segments!
Seeing that everyone had eaten their oranges, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] also threw one into his mouth and began to chew it vigorously.
"Brothers, bottoms up with this nutrient solution!"
He shouted, then took out the [ Nutrient-Rich Resin ] he had prepared beforehand, and threw it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously. The others followed suit.
Based on previous research on the special item [ Citrus Complex ], [ Shit Appraisal Master ] discovered that the more nutritious the hybrid being is, the taller and more majestic the resulting " Soul Returner Treant Complex " will appear.
Although such enhancements have certain limitations, as a whale in the game " World of Disorder," he always intends to give himself the best.
As a strange sensation coursed through his body, he knew that the long-awaited fusion was about to begin.
He turned to look at the group of people who had been standing motionless not far away and shouted:
"Play well, and you'll definitely get a reward!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, all the Soul Returner who had eaten the citrus fruits struggled and collapsed to the ground. The people around them thought they were performing some kind of performance art, and they all walked around them as if avoiding fools.
The dozen or so people quickly transformed into a dozen or so giant worms. Although Ed had already made some improvements to their appearance, the combined intermediate state still looked rather unappealing.
Eighteen enormous worms wriggled together and began to freely coalesce and deform like clay sculptures.
Just a dozen or so breaths later, a grayish-white tree-like figure, at least ten meters tall, stood up from the crowd.
Aside from its humanoid form, this tree-like being has nothing in common with being "human."
Its dense canopy is its hair, its thick branches are its limbs, and with each step it takes, countless roots quickly Spread downwards, absorbing the few nutrients available in the nearby soil.
As nutrients were supplied to all parts of the tree-man's body, its body and limbs began to grow stronger and more robust.
Despite its body being covered in tree bark, the outline of muscles is already visible, making it look like a bodybuilder with paint applied, captivating the eye.
The moment the treants rose from the crowd, the concepts of attacking and defending the city seemed to become irrelevant.
Countless Holy Crusaders, upon witnessing this scene, could barely hold their weapons and quickly made to flee, having almost completely lost their courage.
Below the city, as the treant stood up, a deep yet stirring melody began to play among the crowd.
"And there are accompanying musicians?"
Hearing the long-lost music, many players were curious and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a band of more than twenty people slowly advancing in the procession of the Soul Returner.
Judging from their attire, these people should all be priests from the Aduolin Province and Fitz Province, which have been occupied—no, liberated. Because of their musical talent, they were able to avoid the labor in the Dungeon and the High-Quality Charcoal Processing Plant.
However, this doesn't mean that being a musician is an easy job. If you look closely, you'll see that many of them are still wearing shackles that suppress their abilities, making them look like prisoners in labor camps, only their work methods differ from those of ordinary prisoners.
Some familiar music echoed among the group of Soul Returner, causing many to frown in confusion.
Does this song sound familiar? Does it ring a bell for you?
"I think I heard it a few times when I was little. Is it the opening or ending theme of some anime?"
"Wait a minute? The imagery is so vivid, it might be background music from some famous scene, right?"
"Holy crap, buddy, you're a genius! Thanks to your reminder, I remember what anime this theme song is from."
"What?"
"Hey bro, have you heard of the 'Transformation Song'?"
Upon hearing this, many players in the game felt as if they had been struck by a dead memory, and they all exclaimed "Oh~".
Why is it called a "transformation anthem"? Is someone transforming right now?
A player looked around in confusion, and suddenly felt that the surrounding brightness had decreased.
Looking in the direction from which the shadow was cast, one could see a tree-man, over ten meters tall, covered in sturdy bark armor, striding rapidly towards the city wall.
"Now we know who's transforming... It's the Giant of the Gate."
The player muttered something, then roared and charged after the treant.
At this very moment, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] is experiencing an unprecedented gaming experience: a perspective from over ten meters high, a sturdy and powerful body, and seemingly inexhaustible strength...
His five senses were constantly telling him one fact—he was now very strong!
Even with all the average attributes of the Treant Complex, formed by combining the strengths of eighteen players, and despite the game's balance debuffs, its combined stats are still comparable to those of a decent Middle Tier powerhouse.
And this is just the data on paper. Although it doesn't have any outstanding skills, the treant is enough to crush a group of ordinary Middle Tier warriors with no special characteristics simply by virtue of its towering size and the power contained within its body.
Although this power only lasted for an hour, it didn't stop [ Shit Appraisal Master ] from going all out.
Having already decided to splurge, he had begun making plans for today long ago.
At this moment, the Treant Aggregate stood in the center of the crowd, and he could guess just how many people were taking pictures of him with their cameras.
After today, he might enter the CG footage of the liberation of Black Pine City and achieve cyber immortality with the seventeen partners he recruited.
Now, the Treant Aggregate is only one step away from achieving godhood!
Thinking this, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] looked towards the city gate not far ahead...