In ancient movies and TV series, there was a certain type of movie that wasn't very popular, but still had many loyal fans.
Alright, that was a special feature film.
In the eyes of the unloved, two people wearing monster outfits and leather outfits rolling around and fighting in an obviously fake setting would seem especially silly. This was especially true in the new era where CG and 3D synthesis technology were already mature. These things were just like puppet shows for children.
But for special feature film enthusiasts, this was a type of history, a type of knowledge, and a type of life. Whenever they gathered together, they would have countless topics to talk about, from the species of monsters to their origins, from the inheritance of leather outfits to the materials used. The more they talked, the more they had to talk about. A special feature film fighting scene that was only half an hour long would take more than five or six hours to explain.
The reason why Rorschach mentioned special features wasn't because he was a fan of special features, nor was his age at all appropriate. Rather, it was because the current battle scene reminded Rorschach of the battles in special features.
* Whoosh! *
Every time the gigantic wooden sword was swung, there would be a strange light red flame. Any seawater that came into contact with the sword would instantly evaporate.
Every strike carried a tremendous amount of power. The strength of the swing was simply a weapon used to attack cities and demolish buildings.
But in Rorschach's eyes, the God of Wood was still like a special actor wearing leather outfits. Its movements were so slow that he could clearly see every single one of its movements. Every time it jumped up into the air, it would kick its tail in the air.
This wasn't just a mistake caused by the gigantic body's seemingly slow but actually fast movements. It was something that Rorschach had to reflect on …
"… There's a problem with the nerve connection. There's also a problem with the arm gears. The movement system is a complete mess. Should I console myself by saying that it's already pretty good to be able to do this for the first time?"
This was completely different from creating the Army of Nature. Creating large wooden puppets was completely unfamiliar to Rorschach.
The Army of Nature was a magical transformation of plants. They evolved on their own with the help of external forces. They were living creatures that didn't require much personal design. But this time, every single part of Rorschach's God of Wood required Rorschach to design, create, and copy.
Although Rorschach believed that he had some understanding of magic armor, there were still some differences between a wooden puppet and a metal puppet. No matter if it was the material, design, or power transmission, there were huge differences. Rorschach's one-step design was actually quite problematic.
The fact that the God of Wood was still able to move and fight was already an unreasonable effect of magic.
However, Roxia felt that the main reason why it was still able to display such a level of combat strength was because of the soulfire burning in its eyes.
"… He's alive? No, that's not what I meant. I know that it's an undead creature, but I can sense the soul within it … I apologize for giving you life in such a situation. "
For some unknown reason, Rorschach felt rather guilty.
As the creator, he had designed an overly crude blueprint that created a substandard physical body, and then awakened a soul that desired to fight.
* Crack! *
This was the crisp sound of wood cracking. Rorschach didn't even dare to look at where the wood had completely cracked.
The wooden God of Wood was now covered in wounds. None of its limbs were missing. However, wooden shards kept falling into the sea, and the lower half of the wooden boat was already leaking water. The entire God of Wood was on the verge of collapsing at any moment. Yet, the God of Wood continued to fight more and more valiantly.
"… Hey, hey, can't you think of something?"
Roxia could only silently shake his head as the noisy princess kept asking him questions behind his back.
Right now, the two of them weren't standing on a wooden puppet. Instead, they were standing on a large piece of wood floating in the air. There were rotating blades all around the piece of wood. This was a wooden helicopter that resembled a simple drone.
It wasn't that Rorschach was finally being kind enough to create a safe platform for Seviala. It was that he discovered that he was nothing more than a burden to the wooden puppet.
"… Didn't I say that large humanoid robots aren't reliable at all? Just the way they're wildly swinging left and right is enough to make the pilot vomit his or her stomach out."
Helplessly, Rorschach confirmed that he was unable to fight at all in his current state. He would only be a burden rather than a combat strength. He could only choose to create a simple wooden helicopter and keep a safe distance from the wooden puppet.
"I can't watch this any longer …"
Even though the God of Wood's combat strength had far surpassed Rorschach's expectations, it was evident that the wooden puppet was in a state of disintegration as the fight went on. And, this was because the God of Wood was still absent-minded.
That's right, the God of Wood was absent-minded. Even though the gigantic wooden puppet was furiously attacking like a battering ram, the gigantic sea monster didn't seem to feel anything at all.
The God of Wood simply stared blankly into the distance as if she was thinking about something or recalling something.
Occasionally, she would feel annoyed and would counterattack with her tentacles, which easily knocked over the wooden puppet.
The current situation was just like a child "fighting" against an adult. The child was unable to reach the adult's waist no matter how hard he tried, while the adult simply read a book and used a single hand to immobilize the child.
"… The difference in power level is far too great."
Rorschach closed his eyes. He already knew what was going to happen next. He had also confirmed the difference in power level between the two of them.
The God of Wood had indeed helped to share some of the pressure on Ariel, giving her time to rest. As long as the gigantic sea monster got serious, no matter if it was the God of Wood's battle puppet or Ariel, they probably wouldn't be able to last more than one round.
Actually, there was nothing to complain about. No matter how powerful the God of Wood was, he was still only a summon summoned by a level 5 job class that had exhausted all of his mana. Meanwhile, Ariel would only count as a level 6 job class at most. As for the God of Wood …
"… I can't even tell just how strong she really is. The difference in power level is far too great."
Rorschach was already certain that there was basically no way for him to play this game. This was basically a case of a king fighting against a bronze, or a dragon bullying a newbie.
Rorschach even hesitated. If he continued attacking like this, would he really anger Ariel? Should he take advantage of the fact that Ariel was obviously in a bad state to turn around and run?
"Although I don't know why she became so passive after shouting out 'Roland's Sword' … perhaps it's best for us to run away."
After making up his mind, Rorschach was about to take action. Just as he was about to tell Ariel to run away, the sound of an ambush and cannon fire suddenly interrupted everyone's attention.
* Boom! *
* Boom! *
"This is bad!"
Rorschach reflexively exclaimed. This might not necessarily be a good thing.
The gigantic explosions were the fireworks sent over by a distant airship fleet. The dragons escorting the airship fleet were also the symbol of this airship fleet.
The Aulanders had finally arrived.
"Rorschach!"
Now that they were close enough, Roland's Faith System interface activated once again.
Rorschach could sense that Su Nanna was trying to contact him on the largest airship in the airship fleet.
"Rorschach."
An airship magic armor arrived even faster. Isabella was waving at Rorschach from the open cockpit.
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