Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 381 Learning, Evolution

As it turned out, the three assassins were incredibly destructive.

From the toilet behind the Papal Palace to the Papal Palace itself, the two wooden giants stood up and were dismembered on the spot by the three assassins. Such ferocious fighting power not only frightened the priests of the Earth Church, but also left Du Yi and the Seed of Creation, who were watching the live broadcast from a distance, dumbfounded.

"you……"

Du Yi couldn't help but turn his head and look at the wooden figure beside him.

This caused the Seed of Creation to shake its head repeatedly on the spot.

“I wasn’t holding back; I was fighting seriously, but these three long-eared assassins… their fighting style is strange.”

Immediately after a moment's thought, the Seed of Creation found a suitable adjective.

"They look a bit like ants."

Seed of Creation thinks this is very accurate.

Of course, this is not referring to ordinary ants. Although ordinary ants are indeed incredibly strong compared to their light weight, the species that Creation Seed is referring to is a much more ferocious one, known as the "fire ant".

Compared to ordinary ants, fire ants are larger and more dangerous. They can even spray venom from their tails. Small animals that come into contact with the venom usually suffer excruciating pain. If too many fire ants are attached to a person, it is not surprising that they may even die on the spot.

Of course, like ordinary ants, fire ants are also incredibly strong.

"It has a very small body, but it can unleash a power that is more ferocious than that of a giant beast. That's what I'm trying to say."

Finally, after half a day of stumbling and struggling descriptions, the Seed of Creation completed its language practice for the day.

But Du Yi shook his head.

That's not what I meant.

Du Yi raised his long tail and pointed to the image on the screen.

"I mean, what's with this standing toilet? Didn't I say before that you're not allowed to catch compost with your mouth?"

"That...it's not a mouth, it's just a normal wooden toilet."

The Seed of Creation didn't quite understand what its father was struggling with. After all, trees don't have a mouth at all—they can absorb nutrients wherever their roots reach. Wouldn't it be more convenient and faster to weave their roots into a toilet and absorb nutrients directly?
However, the Seed of Creation wasn't foolish enough to talk back at this time. After being scolded several times, the Seed of Creation's blockhead had learned its lesson—at this time, he just needed to listen, since his father didn't care much about these things anyway.

"Next time, let's try a different weaving method, like weaving the roots into a septic tank..."

While thinking this, the Seed of Creation continued to control another body in the distance.

After the Papal Palace collapsed, the Seed of Creation simply manipulated the Medical School to stand up as well. Of course, just like when it made the Papal Palace stand up, it carefully dismissed all the personnel in advance. Of course, some people did not want to leave, so he simply threw them out. Anyway, making a slide out of his body was not difficult for him now.

"I feel like I'm getting more and more skilled at controlling my body... I have to thank my father for his ideas."

Feeling the smooth, effortless movements of the medical school staff, the Seed of Creation slowly nodded.

He used to only know how to take root and bury his roots, and he never imagined that his root system could do so many intricate things—but it is clear that it is these intricate manipulations of the body that have given it unprecedented power.

At least in the eyes of ordinary people, it seems to be very powerful.

Just like it is now.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the medical school threw a punch—a massive fist aimed directly at the students' former dormitory. Amidst the cries of the medical students, the two-person dorm room on Building 15 slammed violently into the ground. Unfortunately, the punch missed its mark.

Those three pointed-eared assassins were more agile than rats; every attack it made only hit the air, never touching the three assassins at all.

Perhaps we still need to use a large-scale killing method, Seed of Creation thought.

It was this idea that led the Seed of Creation to extend another arm, which was the original two-story teaching building, filled with surgical instruments that the students had not yet had time to pack up. In an instant, countless cold lights descended from the sky, one after another, sharp surgical knives carrying powerful kinetic energy.

One sharp blade after another could have easily turned the three assassins into sieves, but after a dazzling display of blade light swept across their eyes, they were all knocked to the ground.

"It seems difficult to handle..."

This is the first time Seed of Creation has encountered such a troublesome combination.

To kill the most aggressive spellcaster, you first need to kill the front-line warriors. But if you can't kill the back-line healers, the front-line warriors won't die. And now, just as it was about to kill the healers, that damned spellcaster started harassing it again, and the relentless attacks were driving it crazy.

"This style of play looks very mature."

The seed of creation is neither sad nor happy.

If it were any normal person, they would have lost their temper in the face of such an attack, but the Seed of Creation is made of wood and rarely has any emotions—moreover, its father often reminded it not to act impulsively.

Furthermore, its father often taught it that rather than getting angry for no reason, it should learn from its failures.

And now, in the Seed of Creation's view, it has indeed learned from experience.

It has already recognized the advantages of this three-person combat team.

"Since we can't take you down using normal methods, let's try something unconventional."

With that thought in mind, the tall medical school student sat back down.

Immediately afterwards, three wooden figures emerged from the medical school, which had fallen back into its original position.

At first, the three cloaked wooden figures looked exactly like the wooden figures on the street, but as they got closer, their appearance gradually changed—until the three wooden figures stood in front of the three assassins.

That exotic chainmail, the long staff and twin swords in his hand, and those signature pointed ears.

These three wooden figures had become exactly like the three elves.

"Varied……"

The leading elven warrior was stunned on the spot.

But on the other side, the wooden figure transformed into an elven warrior did not hesitate at all.

The blade whistled down, aiming straight for the elven warrior's head.

How could you do this!

At the critical moment, the elven warrior parried the blade, but the shock in his eyes had not yet faded.

Simply because he could feel it.

The blade that slashed down was clearly identical to his own martial arts technique.

(End of this chapter)