"Wuu—!"

The resounding roar echoed across the battlefield, as the One-eyed Giant's war cry rekindled the wavering morale of the Heart-eaters, filling them with renewed hope for victory!

A withered great tree was uprooted where it stood, hurled like a trebuchet stone fiercely towards the Demon King's frontline.

Dozens of skeleton soldiers were sent flying!

The players shouted in exhilaration and admiration, but Luo Yan could only twitch his brows and continuously chant the Spell—

"Rise, my servants!"

Eerie green light enveloped the foggy forest, fallen corpses shook the mud from their bodies, and staggered up from the ground.

Meanwhile, Luo Yan, with his MP nearly depleted, hastily retrieved a blue flask from his bosom and poured it into his mouth.

It was also strange that these players had been too reckless—

His magic had almost all been tied up in reviving them, leaving him no chance to cast offensive spells to support the frontline.

Although a few players seemed to have grasped the intricacies of unleashing magic, their few and far-between fireballs in such legion-level confrontations were almost petty, hardly comparable to the adventurers' occasionally flamboyant Spells.

In the blink of an eye, the One-eyed Giant uprooted a second great tree, gearing up for another round of javelin throws.

Yet the threat faced by the allied forces of the Demon King and humans was far from over—

The tentacle-waving Nightmare Wanderer also approached the battlefield!

At the same time, more and more Heart-eaters charged from within the forest, their piercing screams like a prelude to death and conspiracy under their singing.

The opposing frontlines again collided solidly!

Those monsters, adept with their long tongues, were best at breaking through stable formations!

Fortunately, standing before them were the players from Earth, who hardly had any stable formations to begin with, only managing to march in relative order.

As close-quarters combat commenced, both sides soon plunged into a chaotic battle with no distinction between front and rear ranks!

The individually fighting players and the bloated, comical monsters clashed, managing for the time to hold their own, and even gaining a slight upper hand!

In particular, the Magic Energy Shooters mingled within the sea of skeletons fired consistently, taking down one or two Heart-eaters with each shot until their Demon Crystals were exhausted.

Noting the skeleton soldiers' distinctiveness, Mel's eyes narrowed slightly as the sword in his fourth hand slashed forward.

"Go, Verne!"

A roar pierced through the entire forest as the rampaging flesh chariot tore through obstructive trees like a tornado, sweeping toward the sea of skeletons.

Seeing their former comrades turned into such a desecrated war machine, the eyes of the Trident Knights reddened with rage, nearly grinding their teeth to dust with fury.

"Omnipotent Holy Light, please dispel the evil before me!"

Charles, lifting his warhammer, shouted the Spell loudly; the Priests following him also raised their staves high, pouring their sorrow and rage into their prayers.

Milky white light cascaded down like a waterfall from the sky, shining directly onto the roaring flesh chariot.

Scorched by the divine light, twisted heads stitched onto the chariot wailed in agony.

A flicker of mercy crossed Charles's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and carried the Spell through to the end, until the sinister red glow entwined around the chariot was fully dispelled.

The magical shield enveloping the chariot was removed!

Trees that had been easily shattered now hindered the chariot's advance, flesh exposed beyond its armor continuously lacerated by dry tree branches!

At the same time, a Lizardman Warrior mounted on an Earth Cave Spider roared as he charged forward, brandishing his harpoon.

"National server! Shoot it!"

"HE—TUI—!"

A web nurtured for over ten minutes shot from his mouth, striking unerringly at the left wheel of the flesh chariot.

The cotton-white web, stubborn as unchewable gum, was dragged around several times by the flesh-stitched wheel until eventually, the speed began to slow.

The wheels turned at no longer the same speed!

Under the force of the differential, the rampaging dual-wheeled chariot suddenly spun on the spot, veering toward the side where the wheel was turning slower.

Not missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Dragon Roaming Wanli tucked the harpoon under his arm and, squeezing his legs tightly around the national server sibling, excitedly yelled,

"Now! Charge!"

Squeezed by the sheer force of those dozen points, the national server sibling, scuttling through the forest on eight legs, nearly lost his breath to Wanli's tight grip.

Considering this guy was the boss, he barely held back his urge to retort, sucking in his last breath to rush forward.

"Aoaoao!!!"

In the blink of an eye, two figures crossed paths!

The harpoon tucked under Dragon Roaming Wanli's arm pierced directly into the central head of the flesh chariot, the damaged wound hissing sharply!

That was the curse carried on the harpoon!

A pained expression surfaced on Verne's face, ultimately returning to a silent serenity.

The red threads stitching the corpses snapped one by one, the eleven-person flesh chariot collapsed with a crash, scattering on the ground like torn shreds of fabric.

Seeing his creation destroyed, Knight Mel's expression instantly darkened, his pupils flickering with frightening ferocity.

"Utter waste..."

Indeed, it seemed he had to take care of it himself.

With a sword drawn in each of his four hands, Mel's gaze locked onto Luo Yan, who was provocatively watching him from a distance, as he drove his tentacles forward, racing ahead.

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