Chaotic Battlefield

"Ready to launch!"

Several players excitedly pulled out a huge trebuchet, but their ammunition was not stones, but living people.

And he is still naked - that is Freedom Wings, who is respectfully called "Holy Light Bro" by many players.

The onlookers questioned, "Is this really okay? You won't fall to death directly, right?"

"Of course not."

"We have invited the boss of Church of the Machine God to take a look. There is absolutely no problem."

"Don't worry, we have calculated it a long time ago. When Holy Light Bro turns into a bear, it will have rough skin and thick flesh, and will only have residual blood at most."

The players who controlled the trebuchet patted their chests confidently and spoke boldly.

"Activate!"

They turned the trebuchet's roller winch hard and pulled the rope, maximizing the power of the long arm.

The long end of the trebuchet lever slopes downward while the counterweight end lifts upward, like a beast poised to strike.

Holy Light Bro curled up with his bare buttocks in the bowl-shaped container and whispered:

"For freedom."

"For freedom!"

The players who controlled the trebuchet and the large spectators who were not too embarrassed to watch the excitement all shouted excitedly.

The BGM "aLIEz" in the background was right at the climax, with an impassioned melody.

With the roar, the player quickly released the rope, and the counterweight end quickly fell under the action of gravity, while the long end of the lever lifted up with Holy Light Bro at an alarming speed.

After reaching the highest point, it was thrown out at an extremely high speed.

He was launched! Holy Light Bro drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and headed straight for the castle.

The players all looked up and saw that the holy light covering important parts also formed a dazzling trajectory in the blue sky.

"Honey, come out and see God!"

"Look, a rainbow!"

"Holy crap, what a holy light meteor!"

"Roar——"

Holy Light Bro roared wantonly and turned into a strong and huge Owlbear at the highest point.

"Look! What is that?"

"Gods - don't tell me that's a flying Owlbear?"

"Damn, what a joke!"

"It, it's going to fall!"

The soldiers on the castle Arrow Tower looked up, their faces full of fear, and shadows cast on their faces.

However, it was too late at this moment, and they could only watch helplessly as Owlbear fell from the sky, and the black shadow it cast became bigger and bigger, and finally fell directly on top of their heads.

"Boom!"

The whole Belon Castle was shaking.

For a moment, dust flew up and gravel flew everywhere.

The tower was directly hit and collapsed. A dozen soldiers who could not escape were crushed into pieces, and more people were buried in the pile of rocks.

"Roar!"

A black shadow rushed out from the dust and smoke - it was Owlbear incarnated by Holy Light Bro.

This huge beast rampaged across the city wall, crushing the soldiers guarding the city into pieces. The beast's powerful power allowed him to knock several people away with one swing of his claws.

Just two people, Holy Light Bro and Dawei Tianlong, messed up the city defense of Belon Castle.

Several city towers and Arrow Tower were destroyed one after another, and hundreds of people were injured and killed one after another.

However, this was just the beginning. Dozens of players charged one after another. They cast various spells and even threw bombs into the city, making the soldiers defending the city miserable.

They had never encountered such an unorganized enemy.

"Heaven!"

"Get down quickly!"

The retinue knight Jia En·Ben Demin sharply noticed the attack from the sky and shouted quickly.

"Shua——"

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the howling wind, several Wyvern flew through the air, spitting out blazing flames and burning all the soldiers on the city wall.

"Fire! It's on fire!"

"Help!"

The soldiers howled, their bodies burning with flames, and they kept rolling on the wall.

Jia En cut off the soldier's head with a sword, ending the soldier's pain early. His expression was extremely solemn. "Everyone, beware of what comes from the sky -"

Before he finished speaking, a strong player suddenly jumped out from behind him, raised a hammer and smashed his head.

"Bang!"

"Eighty!"

Brains splattered and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Before the retinue knight could respond, his skull was smashed and he fell straight to the ground.

"No-"

"Lord Jain!"

The guards and soldiers, with their eyes wide open, rushed forward to besiege the enemy.

However, the player smashed the soldier's head to pieces with one hammer, and more players screamed and jumped up the city wall, rushing towards the soldiers with fearful faces.

"Your father is here!"

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"I cower in the face of the boss, but I punch hard when I'm unparalleled in mowing the grass!"

All kinds of flames, frost, and acid were mixed together and poured towards the soldiers. Some even used Kobold's smelly leather pants as weapons, making the players around them disgusted.

There is no rules and no tactics at all.

But even so, the soldiers of Belon Castle were already unable to resist.

They are used to guarding the city, shooting and throwing arrows from a high position, so that the enemy who attacks the city can shed a layer of skin even if he does not die.

However, these players have various methods. Some fall from the sky, some are teleported directly, and some even emerge from the hole in the ground. They feel that they are unable to defend themselves and have almost lost the will to fight.

"How could this happen?"

Mitra Knight Looking around at this chaotic "battlefield", I felt extremely ridiculous.

He and his soldiers fought bloody battles and continued to lose their lives, but the enemy did not feel even a trace of awe about this, but instead had more fun.

An uncontrollable anger suddenly burst into Mitra's heart.

How dare these guys treat war like this! Such treatment to a noble knight!

The aristocratic knight education he received since childhood taught him that even when facing an invincible enemy, he must have courage, charge bravely and die with the glory of his family.

And the enemy will show respect to such a knight.

But now, these soldiers from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom have completely shattered his original concept.

They treat the battlefield like a joke, treating all tactics as if they are nothing and just acting recklessly. They don't care about the existence of the enemy at all, or even their own death.

Knightly Spirit is just a fart to them.

Mitra Knight raised his sword, raised his voice like an opera chant, and cursed condescendingly.

"Monsters, you monsters!"

"Guys from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, you are wearing human skin, what is your heart like under that skin? A devil's heart dripping with pus? Or a hot evil dragon's heart!"

Little did he know that Born Battle Maniac not far away had already set his sights on him, his eyes full of fighting intent.

"Another mini-boss"

"Tsk, the equipment is so good-looking, it will definitely explode a lot of Reputation Points."

Born Battle Maniac thought so, and he licked the blood on his lips with interest.