"Is there only one minute left?"
The King of Domination's tone sounded somewhat indifferent, as if he regretted not being able to witness the outcome of the battle.
The Immortal King thought for a moment and said:
"Well, if you don't want to take back this knight, then you have three minutes left."
"It's up to you to choose."
After a moment's thought, the King of Domination said with a hint of regret:
"Then one minute it is. I think this is one last chance—I know Adelaide."
"Good."
Having said what he needed to say, the Immortal King turned to the remaining knights and squires, waving his hand to signal them to prepare to leave together.
On the distant battlefield, Adelaide watched the King of Domination's body, which had deliberately kept its distance, and knew that the other party had no intention of continuing the fight.
Turning her head to look at Margaret, who was kneeling on the ground respectfully offering her spoils, Adelaide waved her hand dismissively, indicating that she didn't need such trash.
Upon seeing this, Margaret immediately adopted a respectful expression, but looking at the mangled body of the enemy she had so painstakingly defeated in her hands, she couldn't resist biting into the body of the dead young knight, beginning to devour this body that the Immortal King had already used to its fullest extent.
Her injuries were too severe; she didn't know how long it would take to recover by eating ordinary Blood Corpse, while the powerful enemies who had died were no different from blood packs to her.
Hearing the sound of the armor shattering, Adelaide turned to look at the somewhat greedy Margaret, and her face immediately darkened:
"Spit it out and throw it away; it's worthless, and most likely..."
Just then, another voice suddenly rang out. Unlike Margaret's excitement and boastfulness, this voice was filled with fear and resentment:
"Father, save me!"
The one who uttered such a degrading line was none other than Cuiske was perfectly restrained by Ed.
Adelaide glanced in Xilǐ'er's direction, confirming once again that he had no intention of attacking, and then immediately looked in the direction of Cuiske.
A brutal battlefield unfolded before Adelaide and Margaret's eyes.
In the center of the battlefield, a scene of carnage and bloodshed, both the large and small Cuiske were at a disadvantage.
The giant, over twenty meters tall, was surrounded by dozens of slightly shorter tree-men. All five of its intact arms were tightly held by one or two tree-men, making it difficult for it to launch any further attacks.
A tiny alchemical golem, dwarfed by the giant, now moved like an elusive assassin. With a flash of cold Psionic Energy, it severed the tendons in Cuiske's hands and feet that had just been repaired. Cuiske's limbs were now no different from a marionette out of control.
Even with its gigantic Incarnation, it began to falter after killing nearly a hundred half-tree beings, not to mention the black assassin constantly weaving through it.
Death is not a bad thing for players; on the contrary, it means that their physical condition has returned to its peak.
Thus, in this tactical cycle that resembled "enduring the old man's toil," Cuiske gradually became covered in accessories called Half-Tree Man.
As for the plant dragon, which was even larger than the giant Incarnation, it roamed the edge of the battlefield, occasionally wielding its terrifying claws to tear off pieces of armor from the surface of Cuiske's giant Incarnation.
The armor on a plant's body grows naturally from its own flesh, so the effect of Noya's claw strike was almost the same as having all the scabs ripped off a person with a large abrasion.
That exhilarating feeling could be sensed from the low growl of the gigantic Incarnation.
Seeing this, Adelaide couldn't help but fall into a brief moment of thought.
Cuiske's abilities are extremely powerful; in theory, he shouldn't have been reduced to this state by a group of half-tree beings.
Where did all those fancy, Aberration plants of his go?
What about those plants that once served him so well?
Adelaide quickly found the answer: it came from the feet of Cuiske's gigantic Incarnation.
If it weren't for the obvious fluctuations in energy, Adelaide would have almost overlooked the other battle taking place at the giant's feet.
It was a battle between a normal-sized Cuiske and a young leader of the Tree Worship Church.
At this moment, the boy had already placed one foot on Cuiske's chest, and his palm slowly opened into a ring-shaped mouth full of sharp teeth, reaching towards Cuiske's neck.
The trumpet-shaped flower that could shatter city walls, the poisonous thorn that could pierce enemies into the air, and the poisonous mist flower bud that could perfectly conceal one's figure and aura—all these things now appeared on that inconspicuous young man.
Cuiske was like a robbed merchant; not only were all his goods stolen, but even his underwear was taken away.
In Cuiske's case, not only has he lost all his Aberration plants, but now he is about to lose his life and his True Blood!
Adelaide had assumed the other side of the battlefield would proceed as smoothly as Margaret's Margaret, or even more smoothly.
After all, Cuiske was the more powerful of the two dukes.
But now it's clear that he misjudged the power disparity between the two sides.
While the half-tree people from the Tree Worship Church were completely unable to get close to him, they seemed to have a unique skill in dealing with Cuiske.
So, can Cuiske be abandoned?
The answer is no.
This is not only because Cuiske is a duke who has received his True Blood, but also because he is indeed a once-in-a-century talent.
Blood Corpse capable of withstanding True Blood are everywhere, but those that can combine the powers of the two systems so perfectly are one in a million.
He wants to rule the world; he can't afford to lose Cuiske!
Unless... he can infect the guy who defeated Cuiske.
Adelaide's mind is racing:
By this time, the knights brought by his blood relative had been driven off the card table, and the only enemies left were these Tree Worship Church.
In this chaotic battle, the vampires were the ones who had the last laugh!
" Margaret!"
He gave a low shout, and the spider monster behind him quickly finished the last bite of Tim, using the body Descent by the High Tier descent to repair its injuries.
"Attack."
Adelaide gave the order in a deep voice, and six of Margaret's eight newly grown eyes instantly burst open. At the same time, all the players in their half-tree form, as well as Noya, felt an discomfort originating from the depths of their souls. Under the effect of Margaret's " The Whole World Is an Enemy " ability, the Corpse Tide began to regroup and strengthen, charging towards them.
However, the Corpse Tide horde was only meant to delay the cannon fodder of the half-tree minions. Adelaide knew that only she could defeat the young man from the Tree Worship Church.
So he launched his own attack, with the limping giant spider close behind.