"Bang!"
The massive, heavy foot stomped on the ground, making the surrounding players almost jump.
Upon learning that a Master pranks was launching an attack from behind, many players wisely made way for them.
If they were accidentally trampled to death in front of that behemoth, which was nearly twice the height of the alchemical golem, they might receive compensation later, but they might also miss this limited-time operation forever.
From the current global perspective, all activities in the World of Disorder are one-off events, and there is no possibility of them being replicated.
With the players making way, the Treant Aggregate strode forward, continuously increasing its running speed.
At the same time, its body leaned slightly forward, assuming a charging stance, and its strongest elbows were positioned in front of its body...
The footsteps grew heavier, the sound grew louder, and the vibrations grew closer...
The Holy Crusaders on the city wall were completely stunned by what they saw, and almost forgot to retaliate against the enemy who was climbing the wall with a short knife in his mouth.
Some players who had already climbed the city walls stopped fighting their enemies, made a truce gesture, and focused on watching the scene below to start recording.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
In a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity, the treant finally completed its final acceleration, crashing head-on into the north gate of Black Pine City at a speed rarely achieved for its size.
"Boom!!!!"
A deafening explosion rang out, and the century-old, solid wood city gate of Black Pine City, more than a meter thick, collapsed on the spot in front of the "Giant of Trees".
The flying wood chips shot towards the city like shrapnel, leveling several houses near the city gate in the blink of an eye.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the terrifying tree-man slowly rose to his feet.
The moment its feet touched the ground, countless roots Spread into the earth, and the hideous wound on the giant's right elbow, caused by the impact with the city gate, began to heal rapidly.
Behind the giant treant, countless Soul Returner, their eyes bloodshot, roared as they rushed through the completely Shattered city gates, flooding the streets and alleys of Black Pine City like mercury spilling onto the ground, colliding head-on with the two Holy Crusaders Knight Order who had just arrived to provide reinforcements.
In the fresh open space near the city gate, after a few breaths, the giant, now fully recovered, turned his gaze to the city wall he had just passed through...
The city gates were breached, the enemy entered, and monsters pressed closer...
Such immense psychological pressure completely overwhelmed the Grand Knight Commander responsible for guarding the North Gate.
He let out a strange cry, and then the symbiotic plants on his body grew wildly, allowing him to slide along the city wall towards another defense zone as if his feet were greased.
The reason for making this decision is simple: the city and its surroundings are now teeming with enemies. If one were to step down from the city walls, one would either die or become a prisoner of the enemy.
The Grand Knight Commander was unwilling to choose either option, so he simply slipped away and chose the yo-yo.
As soon as their commander left, the defenders on the city wall were thrown into chaos. The Soul Returner, who had just chosen to cease fire for taking photos and videos, immediately reverted to their true nature and went back into battle.
Meanwhile, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] standing below the city was not idle either. Seeing that he had scared away the enemy leader with just a glance, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
Actually, he hadn't originally planned to actually go up the city wall.
Although the walls of Black Pine City were long enough, they were not wide enough. In his current state, it would be easy for him to slip and fall if he walked on them.
But this is good, at least the northern city wall has been taken, and we can't control the walls in the other directions.
With over fifty minutes left before the transformation ends, we might as well just take out a few of the city's barracks.
Meanwhile, in the western part of the Black Pine City.
"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
A messenger ran and shouted, panting and drenched in sweat in the early summer of May, as if some ferocious beast was chasing him.
No, that's far more terrifying than floods or ferocious beasts...
The messenger ran to a spacious courtyard and looked through the iron fence at the castle surrounded by various exotic plants. Soon, two unromantic spears appeared in front of him.
"No matter who you are, you are not allowed to go in."
The tall guard shouted sternly.
"What?"
The messenger was greatly surprised upon hearing this:
"I have urgent military intelligence to report to His Excellency the Archbishop!"
"Even the most urgent military intelligence is useless; we cannot let anyone in. This is His Excellency the Archbishop's order!"
The messenger panicked upon hearing the other party's cold response:
"Reporting the latest enemy information at all times is also an order from the Archbishop!"
"That's none of my business."
The guard snorted coldly:
"If you don't fight well, that's your problem; if you don't defend the gate well, I'll lose my head."
When the messenger saw that the guard in front of him was unresponsive, obvious anxiety appeared on his face.
Just then, a somewhat confident voice suddenly rang out:
Do you want to go in?
The messenger turned around sharply and saw a large group of people walking towards the archbishop's house from not far away.
The person who questioned him, the leader, looked somewhat familiar; it was as if he had seen him somewhere before.
After racking his brains to recall, the messenger suddenly remembered—
That was the militia captain, the one personally chosen and received by the archbishop, that incredibly lucky fellow—what was his name again?
"Hello, my name is [ Ginseng Rooster ]."
As he pondered, the Soul Returner had already approached, extended his hand to the messenger before him.
The messenger politely extended his hand to shake his, then asked with a puzzled look:
"What... how did you and the militia get here?"
[ The Ginseng Rooster ] neither answered nor let go, but instead repeated its previous question:
Do you want to go in?
The messenger felt the immense force on his wrist, and a sense of panic welled up inside him, but he forced a calm tone:
"Yes, I have urgent military intelligence and definitely need to go in and present it to the archbishop."
"What military intelligence?"
[ The Ginseng Rooster ] asked casually:
Can I hear it?
"How could I tell you... Ouch!"
The pressure on his hand tightened, and before the messenger could even finish a complete sentence, he was being pinched so hard that he was wincing in Ginseng Rooster.
With a flick of his wrist, the militia captain sent the messenger flying into the crowd.
Several quick-thinking individuals stepped forward and delivered two punches each. Once he was unable to resist, they bound him with vines.
The guards at Fitz's mansion, who had previously paid little attention to the messenger, raised their weapons and shouted at him upon seeing this:
"Militia? What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"
What are you doing?
[ Ginseng Rooster ] gave a light snort and stepped aside, displaying the militiamen, their eyes blazing with anger, to the gatekeepers:
"What, haven't you ever seen armed protesters demanding unpaid wages before?"