The Final Struggle
"A true knight will never surrender to monsters like you!"
Mitra Knight continued shouting, unaware that his actions had already attracted several greedy gazes.
"Well said!"
A burst of applause suddenly rang out on the battlefield, and Mitra turned his head in surprise.
A strong, Half-Dragon, over two meters tall, with bloodshot eyes and bulging muscles, suddenly leaped more than ten meters into the air, wielding a giant axe.
"Then let's fight!"
"Born Battle Maniac!" roared.
Having learned his lesson from being killed last time, he spent a lot of money to enchant his axe and activated the Fighter's [Savage Strike] ability, determined to take down his enemy.
This strike unleashed all of his power; the axe tore through the air, and even the blade was covered with a dark red aura.
This is the Barbarian's "three-pronged attack".
More accurately, it was a single, drastic measure.
"Damn, War Maniac Bro got there first again."
"It's over. This little boss has been targeted by Born Battle Maniac. I'm afraid we won't be able to get it."
"As expected of a former professional player, he's quick on the uptake."
Several frustrated voices came from among the players, all feeling disappointed at not being able to snatch the boss, and almost accepting that the knight would be killed.
"How dare you look down on a knight like this!"
Mitra gritted his teeth, his expression angry and tense, and swung his longsword with all his might.
This is his most familiar move, which he has mastered through rigorous training day after day and year after year since childhood.
He used this technique to behead bandits and outlaws on several occasions, which is how he earned the reputation of "Sharp Sword" Mitra in the Ferenc Viscount Territory.
"Come, let me see the power of the Evil Dragon Kin!"
"This is a duel of fate!"
In an instant, a jumble of thoughts flashed through Mitra's mind, and his expression became increasingly resolute.
"Die! Aaaaaah!"
Meanwhile, the Born Battle Maniac descended from the sky with unstoppable momentum.
"Whoosh—"
The sound of an axe blade cutting through metal and flesh.
Under the immense force of the falling air, the Mitra Knight was cleaved in two, head and all, armor at the same time.
Before he even realized he was about to die, the axe cleaved his head in two, and his separated eyes still held a resolute look.
But the power of the blood-stained giant axe did not stop, and it cleaved deep into the hard stone bricks several feet deep.
[You killed an ordinary noble knight (Challenge Rating: 2) and gained 100 XP] The Born Battle Maniac struggled to pull the axe out of the ground, his face full of astonishment.
The players exclaimed in surprise.
"As expected of War Maniac Bro!"
"Seconds?"
"Looks impressive, but that's all?"
"Damn it, I thought that with such fancy clothes, the armor would at least be some kind of Magic Equipment, but it's as thin as paper, just for show."
That's it?
The Born Battle Maniac picked up a piece of sheet metal from the ground and pressed it into a small dent with a little force. He scratched his head and couldn't help but curse.
"It's really annoying when your ultimate skill is used on minions."
"I have to earn it back!"
The Born Battle Maniac man, his eyes bloodshot, turned to look at the soldiers.
The soldiers immediately felt as if they were being watched by some kind of predator, and they trembled all over.
A furious roar echoed through the city walls.
"Prepare to die!"
"Help! Ugh—"
"Quickly, retreat! Don't get close to him!"
The Born Battle Maniac also charged into the crowd, unleashing his unparalleled mowing-down-enemies mode.
Xia Ye Qiuyu lightly drifted onto the city wall. She wasn't wearing armor, but rather a brand-new red dress she had bought from the "Huanyan Boutique" in North Wind Fortress.
The soldiers seemed to have noticed this "easy target," and instead of dealing with the troublesome dragon vein monsters, they surrounded Xia Ye Qiuyu.
"Ah, it's finally here."
Xia Ye Qiuyu stared at the soldiers not far away, his expression somewhat excited, and firelight appeared in his golden pupils.
She gently extended her slender hand, and a dazzling fireball swept from her outstretched fingers to the soldiers before exploding into a burst of flames accompanied by a low rumble.
"Boom!"
"Ah, it's a spellcaster!"
"Get out of the way!"
Before the words were even finished, all the soldiers fell, leaving only charred, still-burning remains.
However, this was not the end. One after another, Dragon Vein Sorcerer players appeared behind Xia Ye Qiuyu, also releasing fireballs to bombard the soldiers.
"Hey! Once the fireball is unleashed, you'll all be reduced to ashes!"
"Fireball is invincible in the universe!"
These Dragon Vein Sorcerer players shouted excitedly; they were the recently risen [Five Fireball Divine Sect].
A player named "Dugu Fashen" posted on the forum that a team of five, all mages, could instantly kill anything by casting fireballs together.
Thus, the magical sects emerged.
"Kill them!"
"The castle is ours!"
"For the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!"
And so, with the players' rapid onslaught, in just over ten minutes, the seemingly indestructible castle was riddled with holes and almost became half a ruin.
The officers and soldiers defending the city were almost all killed. Even those who survived had long lost their will to fight and some had even gone mad.
"Owlbear, Owlbear is flying in the sky!"
An officer cried out in despair.
He then jumped off the top of the city wall, but unfortunately he didn't have the physical strength of the players and was smashed into a bloody mess.
"Whoosh—"
The Wyvern swept across the castle once more, but this time someone leaped off it—it was Steamed Bun.
He rolled a few times on the ground, bypassing the heavy defenses, and landed in the very center of the castle.
These nobles, still living in the feudal era, never thought about how to prevent the infiltration of paratroopers; the castle was wide open to Steamed Bun.
"Open the door! I need to check the water meter!"
Steamed Bun shouted and kicked the door open.
The first thing that came into view was Viscount Horace, who was huddled in a corner, trembling all over.
"No, don't kill me!"
"Please, sir, the Lott Family will give you many things."
Viscount Horace knelt on the ground without any dignity and pleaded in a low voice.
"Kill them."
"What exactly is the Lott Family?"
Steamed Bun strode forward and stabbed the viscount through the chest with his sword.
A semi-transparent protective shield emerged from Viscount Horace's body, only to be pierced directly by the longsword, which then penetrated his body.
"I would never make a mistake like that of Lang Chu."
"Tsk, his failed attempt to show off was leaked by his traitorous underlings."
"This is Spell Breaking Oil; it costs five Gold Coin for a small jar, it's very expensive."
Steamed Bun pulled out his blood-stained longsword, looked at the increased contribution points on the panel, and said smugly.
The siege was nearing its end, and the corpses of soldiers were everywhere.
Players wandered around the castle, ransacking everything and searching for treasures, practically lifting every brick to see if any were hidden inside.