Ashen Dragon-Chapter 363 - 287: Players’ Siege Battle

Chapter 363: Chapter 287: Players’ Siege Battle

Viscount Horace stood atop the castle tower, staring at a trail of dark spots in the distance, his legs beginning to tremble.

“They’re coming…”

“It’s the army of the Ashen Kingdom!”

“They’re coming!”

Knight Mithra stood quietly by his side, hand on his sword, his expression resolute—he was prepared to die for the lord he served.

“Are we going to die…”

“Tampas above…”

Inside the castle, the soldiers were also filled with fear, as the army of the Ashen Kingdom had become a presence that could stop children from crying at night and even a symbol of death in legends, said to be utterly invincible.

In the distance, a grand and impassioned musical sound began, almost heralding the arrival of a terrible enemy.

Little did they know, this was the doing of a bored player carrying a speaker, humming along and playing the BGM of “Victory.”

The air inside Belonne Castle became deathly silent, everyone holding their breath, quietly awaiting the enemy’s arrival.

“Have they finally come…”

“What will the legendary Evil Dragon Legion be like?”

Knight Mithra muttered to himself, already picturing an incredibly suffocating scene in his mind—

Countless fierce dragonified Great Goblin and Ogres appeared on the horizon, letting out deafening battle cries that made the earth tremble and mountains quiver.

This was not just his pure imagination but what those fleeing soldiers had described firsthand.

However, the next scene far exceeded their expectations, making them feel—

A bit puzzled?

They saw about a hundred people irregularly appear on the distant horizon.

There was no formation, just a mindless charge, like a group of scattered headless flies.

“What in the world is this…”

“What kind of things are these?”

Observing the distant enemies, the battle-seasoned Knight Mithra felt even more baffled.

Normally, well-crafted standard armor was an important measure of an army’s combat strength, yet the current enemies were dressed in a mishmash of styles, some even fighting fully naked.

“Is this a joke, this disorganized mess can defeat the Allied Forces?”

“Is this the famed Scourge Legion?”

“What the, they seem even worse than the city’s guard.”

The soldiers on the battlements also began to relax from their tension, even starting to chat.

Belonne Castle housed nearly six hundred family soldiers, and according to military norms in the North, without a force three times this size, it would be tough to breach such a sturdy castle—unless the enemy could fight a hundred men at once.

But looking at these players’ lazy demeanor, no one could link them to the invincible “Evil Dragon Legion.”

The only potential threat was the bipedal wyverns in the sky.

“WHAAAAA!”

“Attack the castle!”

“Northland scoundrels, meet your end!”

At this moment, the music reached a climax, and the players began to shout and howl.

The soldiers on the walls and towers raised their bows, aiming at the players on the ground.

Knight Mithra also stepped to the front, coldly watching these “rabble,” and shouted:

“Leave this place, outsiders!”

“This is the land of the Lotte Family!”

“Even with the help of the Evil Dragon Kin, you rabble—cannot defeat the indestructible Belonne Castle!”

In the group of players, a player nicknamed [Gustav] glared at the knight on the battlements, angrily saying:

“This NPC is so arrogant; we’re at their doors, and they’re still being stubborn.”

“Like to talk big, huh?”

“Damn it, fire a shot at him!”

Gustav maneuvered the cannon beside him, calculated the angle, and began loading the shell—he was a member of the Mechanical God Cult, all too familiar with such devices.

A thunderous roar shook the wasteland.

“Boom!”

The black cannonball drew a beautiful arc in the air, heading straight for the battlements.

“I, Honor Knight Mithra, advise you all…”

Just as Mithra was about to continue his valiant words, he heard a piercing whistle, and the next moment, a massive cannonball landed a few meters away from him, exploding instantly.

“Boom—”

Rolling smoke and dust erupted.

Half the battlements collapsed, shattered stones everywhere, the entire castle seemed to tremble.

Broken bodies littered the ground, charred remains of soldiers killed by the blast.

However, Knight Mithra narrowly escaped with his life. Clad in plate armor and shielded by several others, he survived the explosion.

“Cough, cough.”

Mithra crawled out of the rubble, looking at the devastation around him, feeling the severe pain all over his body, his face full of disbelief.

“What is this…”

Mithra’s heart sank to the bottom; he finally realized he was deceived by appearances and understood why the army of the Ashen Kingdom was “invincible.”

“What is this thing?”

“How can it… hit from such a distance?”

“Gods above, the army of the Ashen Kingdom is truly invincible.”

Just a trial strike by the players had struck terror into all the soldiers within the castle, and the safe haven they relied on now felt anything but secure.

“Doo doo doo doo—”

The grand BGM resumed, this time it was the “nuclear explosion anthem” of “aLIEz.”

“Ahhhh—”

“Brothers, prepare to charge!”

“Get fired up, get fired up!”

The players cheered, competing to charge forward.

Gustav, with a cigarette in his mouth, patted the overheated cannon barrel, muttering angrily: “Damn it, I can’t believe I missed.”

“Don’t let them get close!”

“Kill them!”

Mithra, enduring excruciating pain, raised his sword high and shouted.

“Quick! Quick!”

“Release the arrows!”

Faced with the screaming charging players, the soldiers on the walls and towers hurriedly shot arrows and threw large stones from above.

These tactics had always been effective in past defensive battles.

But this time, they failed.

Most players participating in the siege were veteran beta testers, with strength generally at Level Five and above. Typical attacks had no effect on them.

For example, the well-known Martial Monk player [Mighty Heavenly Dragon]

Using the high mobility of a Martial Monk, he dodged arrows pouring down from the walls, occasionally reflecting them back with his [Deflecting Projectile] ability.

“Wall Climbing!”

Mighty Heavenly Dragon shouted fiercely, merely tapping his toes and effortlessly leaping several meters up the wall.

“Time to farm some mobs again!”

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Surrounded by a dozen elite armored warriors, he didn’t panic; instead, he laughed and launched numerous Rushing Punches at those around him, each punch carrying a thread of qi force that penetrated their armor and entered the soldiers’ bodies.

“Resonating Qi: Rushing Punch!”

Next, Mighty Heavenly Dragon shook both hands, detonating all the qi force.

“Resonating Qi: Explosion!”

“Boom!”

With a loud noise, the qi force within the soldiers’ bodies suddenly exploded, causing nearly all of them to bleed from all seven orifices and fall back as bloodied corpses.

A ring of smoke expanded, leaving Mighty Heavenly Dragon the only one standing, smiling and revealing his pearly whites.

“Haha, another good farm run, feeling great, feeling great.”

Mithra watched the various displays of abilities by the players, a peculiar thought suddenly rising in his mind.

They were not fighting.

They were playing.