Thread the vine through the pull ring, Lion Hidden in the Eyes, shout:
"I'm going!"
He took two long strides, then leaped into the air, plummeting towards the horde of Blood Corpse outside.
Behind him, the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], which had already Incarnation a fishing rod, continued to intensify its Directed Alienation.
At this moment, he was like a harpoon gun emplacement on a whaling ship, firmly anchoring himself to the deck beneath his feet.
As for "[ Good Times Don't Last ]", it refers to carefully calculating the extent of the vines' growth.
The vines can't be too short, otherwise they won't be able to grab the Blood Corpse's neck; nor can they be too long, otherwise the cold brothers will become warm Blood Corpse food when they fall directly to the ground.
Having calculated the length, he leaned back like a seasoned sea angler, gripping the vine tightly and carefully controlling it.
The Dragonborn was performing a trapeze act, felt as if he had turned on a claw machine simulator, looking down at the countless heads thronging around him from the claw's first-person perspective.
Which one should I choose?
Just kidding, there was no choice at all!
In just a moment, the vines and ropes were stretched to their limit. [ The Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] felt a sharp tug on his lower back, and then began to fall in an arc.
The horde of Blood Corpse below had already spotted him as a fresh piece of meat and reached out to help the poor Dragonborn escape the vines' restraints.
Among the constantly shifting figures, the Dragonborn quickly selected the lucky one who was somewhat unattractive.
"I've chosen you!"
Using the horizontal speed as it was about to fall to the bottom of the arc, [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] forcefully swung his hands, and [ Good Times Don't Last ] on the high platform behind him immediately began to try to control the Blood Corpse.
The [ Plant Compatibility ] skill accumulated over the previous dozen levels finally paid off at this moment, with two vines wrapping around the hands of a Blood Corpse, one on the left and one on the right, with precision and speed.
The Dragonborn's warm (and burning) powerful hands gripped its throat with the precision of a hunting eagle.
"Ugh!"
The Blood Corpse only had time to let out a low growl before it felt a powerful vertical force acting on its neck and hands, pulling its entire body upwards.
From a real-world perspective, what the three are currently doing is perhaps more like a mutated form of hanging than playing claw machines or fishing.
Fortunately, the vines on both sides shared the weight of the Blood Corpse, which prevented the Dragonborn from snapping its neck in one swift motion...
The Blood Corpse's body began to slowly rise, its two legs kicking wildly in all directions, like a human being strangled.
However, everyone knows that they have long since become part of the Blood Corpse horde and have no need for respiration.
The Blood Corpse's body rose higher and higher, its feet kicking the heads of the other Blood Corpse.
The two Blood Corpse seemed to be annoyed by its wild kicks. In the last second before the Blood Corpse left the horde, they leaped up and, in full view of everyone, each grabbed the leg of one of the unfortunate Blood Corpse.
The number of Blood Corpse hanging from the ceiling instantly increased from one to three.
"Holy crap!" ×3
The three of them spoke in unison in their warm hometown dialect.
The [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], which had already lost its human form, instantly contorted its expression as if it were constipated. Its outward-stretched upper body creaked like wood under excessive load. [ Good Times Don't Last Long]'s arms bulged with veins as if it were trying to pull the earth. As for [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], perhaps because it was hanging upside down, its face was now even redder than usual, almost as red as the bottom of a hot pot.
A fishing rod, two vines, three Blood Corpse...
An awkward silence, punctuated by the faint groans of the three, echoed across the top deck.
At this moment, everyone wished they could have taken another companion with them when they set off, but it was too late for regrets.
" Master, please come quickly and save us!"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] was sandwiched between the two, so the pressure was relatively less. He took a deep breath and shouted as loudly as possible.
"What is it? The background noise is too loud, I can't hear you!"
"Help! The fish is pulling a person into the water!"
"What? Is that true?"
This time, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] truly heard clearly. He glanced at the road ahead, which was still relatively normal, gritted his teeth, threw off the control lever, and rushed towards the rooftop where the three of them were.
He was immediately stunned by the sight before him.
A few minutes ago he had three companions, but now the three of them have become a fishing rod, a reel, and a bait.
What do you want me to do?
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] asked with a solemn expression, and [ the Good Times Don't Last ], his face flushed, managed to stammer out a sentence:
"Catch one at a time, throw the rest away."
Redundant?
The experienced driver glanced at the Dragonborn's location and quickly understood the meaning behind "[ Good Times Don't Last ]".
Before he could even think, vines began to grow on the right side of his body, while his left hand began to undergo Directed Alienation into a cleaver.
From afar, [the one with the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] saw his reinforcements arrive, saw the knife in their hand, and roughly guessed their tactics.
So the Dragonborn, whose face was already as red as a brick, began to shake the three Blood Corpse beneath him with all his might, trying to bring them closer to the [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
Meanwhile, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] had already completed the Directed Alienation of the cleaver, wrapping it with vines and swinging it fiercely towards the Dragonborn, attempting to cut from a greater distance.
Be careful!
[ The Good Times Don't Last long] He said, his face flushed:
"Don't cut off their legs; we want people with intact legs."
"Do you need to tell me?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] carefully wielded his extended knife, attempting to remove the creature below without harming the target, the Blood Corpse.
The two worked together seamlessly, quickly slicing a Blood Corpse down its elbow.
The Blood Corpse let out a howl and fell into the horde of corpses below, one hand still gripping the leg of the Blood Corpse above.
"Pretty!"
With one less Blood Corpse, the three of them felt much less burdened, and their complexions looked slightly healthier.
With one leg free, the Blood Corpse began kicking wildly again. With its indiscriminate attacks, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] completed the slicing of the second Blood Corpse within a minute.
The initial goal was perfectly achieved. [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] spun its body and threw the Dragonborn, along with the Blood Corpse corpse, onto the deck.
The group then rushed forward and quickly disposed of the captured lucky individual.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and take it down!"
Looking at the fresh, Blood Corpse before him, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] wore a satisfied smile.
"I'll leave the rest to you guys; I need to get back to driving."
You can't leave.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] She grabbed his shoulder with her other hand:
"There are still two empty spots; we need to grab two more."