The music of the battlefield flows
Follow me now
I'm singing to the brink of death.
Weed had not practiced the lyrics beforehand. Weed turned his eyes to the floor.
There are four warrior helmets.
Time for you to die.
Is that a knight I see over there.
Are you exhausted?
I'll give you twenty seconds to rest
I'll be taking your armor
Those are some very nice thing that you have
I'd like to have them!
You have such luxurious items.
I, Weed, will fight you.
While looking at the floor, he came out with improvised about looting items live on the screen. There were quite a few users in the mid-300s that he could sweep up. Last night he had spent a lot time to give life to two sculptures. The King Hydra and the Black Snake. The effects were not worth it to Morata but he gave life to them since it was an emergency. As a result Weed's art stats dropped and he gave life to a level 429 and a level 441 super monsters. Even with Weed's charisma and leadership, it was very tough to control these new creatures.