Ashen Dragon-Chapter 365 - 289 The Last Struggle

Chapter 365: Chapter 289 The Last Struggle

“A true knight will never surrender to monsters like you!”

Knight Mithra continued to shout, but he did not realize—his actions had already attracted several greedy eyes.

“Well said!”

A sudden applause erupted on the battlefield, and Knight Mithra turned his head in shock.

He saw a strong half-dragon, over two meters tall, with blood-red eyes and bulging muscles, leaping more than ten meters into the air while holding a great axe.

“Then come fight!”

Natural War Maniac roared.

After the lesson from being killed last time, he spent a fortune enchanting his axe and activating his berserker’s [Brutal Strike] ability, determined to take down his enemy.

This strike unleashed all his strength. The axe tore through the air, and even the blade was surrounded by a dark red aura.

This was the Barbarian’s “Triple Axe.”

More accurately, it was a single axe.

“Damn, War Maniac Bro got in first again.”

“It’s over, this mini-boss is targeted by Natural War Maniac, no chance for us.”

“No doubt about it, a former professional player strikes fast.”

Voices of disappointment rippled through the players, all feeling frustrated by not being able to claim the boss—a foregone conclusion that the knight would be killed.

“You dare underestimate a knight!”

Knight Mithra gritted his teeth, his expression a mix of anger and tension as he swung his longsword with all his might.

This was the move he was most skilled with, honed through a lifetime of relentless, day-after-day, year-after-year training.

He had decapitated many bandits and brigands with this very strike, earning the name “Sharp Sword” Mithra across Viscount Ferenc’s domain.

“Come, let me witness the strength of an Evil Dragon Kin!”

“This is a duel of destiny!”

In an instant, countless thoughts flitted through Mithra’s mind, his expression becoming ever more resolute.

“Dieeeeeeee——!”

Natural War Maniac also came down with unstoppable momentum from high above.

“Swish——”

The sound of the axe blade slicing through metal and flesh.

Under that immense force from above, Knight Mithra was split in half, head to toe, along with his armor.

He had not even realized his impending death when the axe cleaved his skull; his separated eyes still held a determined gaze.

The bloodstained great axe’s power did not stop, carving several feet deep into the hard stone bricks.

[You killed an [Ordinary Noble Knight (Challenge Level: 2)] and gained 100xp]

Natural War Maniac struggled to pull out his axe embedded in the ground, his face full of astonishment.

The players also cried out.

“No wonder he’s War Maniac Bro!”

“One-shot kill?”

“Looked tough, but that’s it?”

“I thought with such fancy armor it was at least magic equipment, turns out it’s as thin as paper, totally all show.”

“Just this?”

Natural War Maniac picked up a piece of armor from the ground, pressing it slightly to create a dent. Scratching his head, he started cursing.

“Using a big move on a small fry, what a waste.”

“I need to make up for it!”

Natural War Maniac’s eyes turned blood-red as he looked toward the soldiers.

The soldiers immediately felt like they were being targeted by a predator, trembling all over.

A furious roar echoed across the battlements.

“Die!”

“Help! Ugh——”

“Quick, retreat! Don’t go near him!”

Natural War Maniac charged into the crowd, entering a mode of unstoppable carnage.

Summer Night Autumn Rain gracefully flew to the city walls. She was not armored, but wore the latest red dress from the “Elegance Boutique” of Northwind Castle.

The soldiers seemed to notice this “soft persimmon,” avoiding the daunting Dragon Vein Monsters and surrounding Summer Night Autumn Rain.

“Ah, finally here.”

Summer Night Autumn Rain observed the approaching soldiers with a look of excitement, her golden pupils flickering with fire.

She lightly extended her slender hand, and a dazzling fireball shot from her finger towards the soldiers, exploding into a blast of flames and a low boom.

“Boom!”

“It’s a spellcaster!”

“Dodge!”

Before they could react, the soldiers were all down, leaving only charred, burning corpses.

But this was not the end. More Dragon Vein Sorcerer players appeared behind Summer Night Autumn Rain, also unleashing fireballs, bombarding the soldiers relentlessly.

“Hey! Once the fireball is out, you are all toast!”

“Fireball, invincible in the universe!”

These Dragon Vein Sorcerer players cheered in excitement. They were part of the recently emerged [Five Fireball Cult].

A player named “Solitary Magic God” proposed on the forum that a team of five mages could kill anything instantly by casting fireballs together.

Thus, this whimsical cult was born.

“Attack——”

“The castle is ours!”

“For the Ashen Kingdom!”

With the players’ fierce onslaught, in just over ten minutes, the seemingly indestructible castle became riddled with holes, virtually a ruin.

The defending officers and soldiers were nearly annihilated. Even those who survived had lost their will to fight, some becoming completely deranged.

“An owl bear, an owl bear is flying!”

A despairing officer shouted.

Then, he leaped off the top of the battlement. Unlike the players, without their constitution, he splattered into a mass of blood and flesh.

“Swish——”

A Bipedal Wyvern swooped over the castle again, this time someone leaped from it—that was Mantou.

He rolled a few times on the ground, bypassing layers of defenses, and landed in the heart of the castle.

These nobles still living in the feudal era had never considered how to prevent airborne infiltrations. To Mantou, this castle was wide open.

“Open up! Water meter check!”

Mantou shouted, kicking down the door.

He was greeted by the sight of Viscount Horace, cowering in a corner, shivering all over.

“Don’t, don’t kill me!”

“I beg you, sir, the Lotte Family will give you many things…”

Viscount Horace groveled on the ground, begging piteously.

“Just kill.”

“What’s a Lotte Family?”

Mantou strode forward, thrusting his sword through the Viscount’s chest.

A translucent protective barrier appeared around Viscount Horace but was pierced directly by the sword, penetrating his body.

“I won’t make the same mistake as Rogue Beast.”

“Tsk, his failed show-off video was leaked by a traitor.”

“This is Anti-Magic Oil, costs five gold coins for a small vial, very expensive.”

Mantou pulled out the bloodstained sword, looking at his gaining contribution value on the panel, he said smugly.

By now, the siege was wrapping up, the castle grounds filled with soldier corpses.

Players roamed the castle, rummaging through everything, even pulling up bricks to check if there were any treasures hidden inside.

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