Players' Siege Battle

Viscount Horace stood atop the castle tower, gazing at the distant row of black dots, his legs beginning to tremble.

"They've arrived."

"It's the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!"

"They're coming!"

Mitra Knight stood quietly to one side, his hand on his sword, his expression resolute—he was ready to die for the lord he served.

"Are we going to die?"

"Tempus Above"

The soldiers in the castle were terrified. The army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom had become a force that could stop children from crying at night, and even a symbol of death. In legends, they were invincible.

In the distance, majestic and stirring music rose, as if foreshadowing the arrival of a terrible enemy.

These guys had no idea that some bored gamer was carrying a speaker, humming a song, and playing the BGM of "Victory".

The air inside Belon Castle became deathly still; everyone held their breath, silently awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

"Has it finally arrived?"

"What exactly is the legendary dragon army like?"

Mitra Knight muttered to himself, a suffocating scene already forming in his mind—

Countless ferocious dragon-transformed Hobgoblin and Ogre appeared on the horizon, unleashing menacing battle roars that shook the earth and terrified the mountains.

This was not merely his conjecture, but rather the words of the fleeing soldiers themselves.

However, what happened next was far beyond their expectations, leaving them feeling—

It's a bit inexplicable?

A hundred or so people appeared sparsely on the distant horizon.

They had no formation; they just charged forward headlong, like a swarm of headless flies.

"What exactly is this?"

"What are those things?"

As he carefully observed the enemy in the distance, the seasoned Mitra Knight was utterly perplexed.

Normally, well-made standard armor is an important standard for measuring the combat power of an army, but the enemies in front of us are dressed in all sorts of different outfits, and some are even completely naked.

"Are you kidding me? This messy bunch can wipe out the coalition forces?"

"Is the legendary Scourge really just like this?"

"What? They're not even as good as the city's guards."

The soldiers on the city wall relaxed from their tension and even started chatting.

Nearly six hundred family soldiers are stationed inside Belon Castle. According to the military custom of the the North, it is difficult to conquer such a strong castle without more than three times the number of troops—unless the enemy can fight against a hundred men.

But looking at the players' lazy appearance, no one could associate them with the invincible "Dragon Legion".

The only thing to watch out for is the Wyvern in the air.

"WHAAAAA!"

"The siege has begun!"

"You little thief from the the North, prepare to die!"

At this moment, the music had reached its climax, and the players began to cheer loudly, howling like ghosts.

The soldiers on the city walls and towers raised their bows and arrows, all aimed at the players on the ground.

Mitra stood at the very front, coldly observing this "rabble," and loudly proclaimed:

"Get out of here, outsider!"

"This is the territory of the Lott Family!"

"Even with the help of the Evil Dragon Kin's retinue, you bandits and rabble cannot break through the impregnable Belon Castle!"

Among the players, a player nicknamed [Gustav] stared at the knight on the city wall and said angrily:

"This NPC is so arrogant. We've already fought our way to the door, and he's still being stubborn."

"You like trash talk, huh?"

"Damn it, give him a good blast!"

Gustav pushed the cannon beside him, calculated the angle, and began loading the shell—he was a member of the Church of the Machine God and was very familiar with these things.

A deafening roar echoed across the desolate wilderness.

"Boom!"

The black cannonball traced a graceful arc through the air, heading straight for the city wall.

"I, Mitra, the Knight of Honor, hereby offer you this advice."

Mitra was still speaking eloquently when he heard a piercing shriek. The next moment, a huge shell landed a few meters away from him and then exploded violently.

"Boom--"

A cloud of smoke and dust billowed up.

Half of the city gate had collapsed, and there were broken stones everywhere. The entire castle seemed to be trembling.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and charred corpses; dozens of soldiers had been blown to death.

However, the Mitra Knight survived the explosion thanks to his full plate armor and the presence of several people acting as human shields.

"Cough, cough."

Mitra crawled out of the ruins, looking at the mess around him, feeling the excruciating pain all over his body, his face full of disbelief.

"What... what is this?"

Mitra's heart sank to the bottom. He finally realized that he had been deceived by appearances and understood why the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom was "invincible".

What is this?

"How could it be... such a long distance?"

"Gods, the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom is indeed invincible."

The players' mere probing had terrified all the soldiers inside the castle, and the sense of security they relied on to defend it had vanished.

"Ta-da!"

The majestic background music started playing again, this time it was "aLIEz," which is known as the "nuclear explosion anthem."

"Ahhh—"

"Brothers, prepare to charge!"

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

The players cheered and charged forward eagerly.

Gustav, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, patted the hot cannon barrel and muttered angrily, "Damn it, it missed!"

"Don't let them get close!"

"Kill them!"

Despite the excruciating pain coursing through his body, Mitra raised his longsword and shouted loudly.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

"Release the arrows!"

Faced with these players who charged forward with strange cries, the soldiers on the city walls and Arrow Tower frantically fired arrows and hurled boulders from their elevated positions.

These tactics have been virtually invincible in previous defensive battles.

But this time it failed.

Most of the players participating in the siege were veterans from the Internal Beta, and their strength was generally at the level of a level 5 or higher professional. Ordinary attacks could not harm them at all.

For example, the somewhat well-known Monk player, [Dawei Tianlong].

He used the high mobility of the Monk to dodge the rain of arrows pouring down from the city walls, and occasionally used the ability to Deflect Missiles the arrows back.

"Wall Climbing!"

With a fierce shout, Dawei Tianlong easily scaled the city wall several meters high with just a light touch of his toes.

"This humble monk is back to grind monsters again!"

Surrounded by more than a dozen elite armored soldiers, he remained calm and instead laughed loudly as he unleashed countless punches, each punch carrying a wisp of energy that penetrated the armor and flowed into the soldiers' bodies.

"Resonance Qi: Charge Punch!"

Immediately afterwards, Dawei Tianlong shook his hands, detonating all his energy.

"Resonance Qi: Explosion!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the internal energy within the soldiers was suddenly detonated, and almost all of them bled from their seven orifices, turning into bloody corpses and falling backward.

A ring of smoke spread out, leaving only Dawei Tianlong standing around, who even smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Haha, this humble monk has just finished another big spender, that feels so good."

Mitra watched the players displaying their unique skills, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his mind.

They are not fighting.

They were playing.