Startled, Edward promptly told Mufasa to lead the elven elders away from the battlefield. The relationship between the Players and the wood elves was still delicate at the moment, and while the elven queen was on the Kin Faction's side, the wood elves were generally not fond of humans. If something happened to the elders, there would definitely be a rift between the wood elves and the Players even if the elven queen's stance did not waver.
"Tsk. After asking for so long, all I got is some weird knowledge …"
Edward couldn't help muttering to himself even as he watched Mufasa escort the wood elf elders away.
After all, knowing what the Elven SIN represented didn't help the current situation at all. Instead, simply revealing it would dampen the morale of the other Players, which was why Edward didn't directly post the information to the other Players as he usually did after listening to Mufasa's explanation so that they could exchange information.
All he did was bring his companions up the dragon's back and tell them the information. Be that as it may, Gou Dan had died in battle and couldn't make it back in time, Jessica was still guarding Sefarim, the greatest treasure of the elves, and wasn't participating in the quest. That left only Joe and Eleena, who had just joined the fray.
"That undead elf's obsession seems to be to complete the Elven Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN). The giant tortoise golem itself is a miniature version of a simulated world fortress, and there should be legacy information left behind by the high elves … No, there's not enough information to infer what that fellow was trying to do by controlling the giant tortoise golem."
Edward couldn't help feeling anxious as the giant tortoise golem began to move again.
"You're confused, Edward." Joe said, frowning at Edward. "You have to calm down."
"What?" Edward did a double take. He never imagined that he would be told to calm down by the boorish fellow Joe.
"I don't know what the undead elf's goal is or where that damned tortoise is going, but isn't there only one thing we have to do from start to finish?"
Joe flashed a confident smile at Edward and gave him a thumbs up before leaping off the dragon's back. "And that's to stop them!"
He opened his arms as if to embrace the earth, and the cloak covering his armor bulged like the skin of a flying squirrel, so that he did not fall straight down, but drew a smooth curve in the air!
It was only when he was about to reach the tortoise colossus's head that he changed his posture, grabbing Giant's Toe with both hands and pulling it out. His spirit familiar appeared out of thin air as well, before turning into a streak of light that attached itself to Giant's Toe, buffing it with even more damage!
Just like that, Joe maintained the posture of falling from the skies and swung his greatsword viciously at the tortoise colossus's head with the force of gravity!
Then, he was swallowed whole by the tortoise colossus.
[Player Joe has been turned into tortoise food and has died.]
Edward:???
Well, even though Joe had given up everything for nothing, at least he wasn't wrong.
Now that things had come to this, the undead elf's objective no longer mattered. There was only one thing to do now, and that was to stop the tortoise colossus from advancing.
"Eleena." Edward glanced at the girl who was the only surviving member of his party.
"Hmm?" The girl who had been glaring viciously at the tortoise's head turned to him in confusion.
"I'll do my best to stop them … but the chances of success aren't high. You shouldn't stay here if I die too. Hurry up and retreat with the other Players, "Edward said seriously. "You're different from us. You're the Saintess of the Church of Games. It doesn't matter how many times we die, but you must do your best to stay alive."
Although the status of the Saintess would more or less vary according to different churches — for example, in some religions, there were Saintesses who worked part-time as prostitutes in the name of 'accommodating all believers' — in most positive churches, they symbolized the sanctity and inviolability of the church itself.
Unlike most heartless Players, Edward, who had long since become a devout believer, held the Church of Games in high regard, which was why it was normal for him to see Eleena differently.
"After I revive, I'll contact the other revived Players and form a new battlefront to stop the tortoise colossus. I'll announce the location of the second battlefront on the forums when that happens, so you don't have to feel pressured and just run."
"But …"
Eleena wanted to say something, but Edward didn't listen to her. Instead, he had the Black Flame Dragon put the girl some distance away from the battlefield, while he piloted the Black Flame Dragon to provoke the undead elf and the tortoise colossus.
Compared to Gou Dan and Joe, Edward was clearly more agile as a Skyflare Herald who could freely manipulate flames. He kept changing the form of his flames and kept tangling with the undead elf for a long time.
It was only after ten minutes that Edward ran out of mana and didn't have time to drink a Pepsi to replenish his mana that the undead elf seized the opportunity to freeze one of his hands. He lost his chance to escape, and was eventually blasted into pieces by the Pyrocrystal Cannon on the tortoise colossus's body.
It wasn't just Edward. At this stage of the battle, many first-rate Players had died in battle. If it weren't for the Players' combat will far surpassing other combat systems of this era, any army would have long since been routed and scattered.
Eleena had intended to follow Edward's instructions and retreat at once, waiting for him and the others to prepare the second battlefront before heading there.
But that was when she noticed that many Players were still beneath the tortoise colossus's feet, doing their best to retaliate and protect the civilians who couldn't escape in time.
Most of the Players were newbies who had yet to change their class or had just recently. Even if they knew that their attacks would barely tickle the tortoise colossus, they were still working hard for the sake of the civilians and to fight for even the faintest chance of survival for them.
Eleena was speechless.
Was it really right to abandon the believers of the God of Games and run for their lives just because of the Saintess?
She couldn't help hesitating.
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Simba was at his limit.
He had finished all his potions and most of his skills were on cooldown. Even so, the Players with him were still attacking with all their might, raining down all sorts of special effects on the giant tortoise. And yet, the giant tortoise's foot didn't slow down at all.
It seemed that this was as far as he could go.
While he and the Players could revive, the civilians who had trusted them and listened to their orders to take refuge wouldn't be able to escape.
Simba felt an indescribable pain at the thought, feeling as if he had betrayed their trust.
Everyone's vision darkened as the tortoise's mountainous foot stomped down, but the impact they expected never came.
Simba couldn't help opening his eyes, only to find that the tortoise's foot was stopped by a translucent barrier of light. Even if the barrier was full of cracks, it still withstood the force of the tortoise!
Simba looked towards the source of the light and saw a young lady with silver hair in two ponytails. She was clearly younger than him, but under the illumination of the Holy Light, her silver hair danced in the wind. She was as majestic as the Valkyrie in the myths.
"I am Eleena, Saintess of the God of Games! Eleena Meredith! Believers of the God of Games, raise your weapons and charge with me if you still have a shred of strength left in you! O Game, grant us new life! "
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