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Chapter 320: Battle of Okgaral (II)
Yet, behind the Kingdom’s military formation, Marshal Dolo watched the reckless charge of the players on the distant front with a cold smirk. He gave a quiet, dismissive order:
“Artillery Barrage.”
“Fools. Truly, they don’t know death.”
The Kingdom’s army had fully embraced Napoleon’s doctrine—simple, brutal, and effective: First, bombard with cannons. Then, cavalry charges. Finally, infantry cleans up.
Upon receiving the command, Artillery Captain Daitou barked out, “Target the enemy across the river—annihilate them!”
Instantly, the Ogre tribesmen—trained in mathematics and geometry—began calculating trajectories. With their towering, muscular frames serving as living gun platforms, they adjusted angles with precision. Some veteran artillerymen relied on instinct alone, their eyes sharp as steel.
Three or four Ogres coordinated a single Heavy Cannon. Well-trained and calm, they moved with the composure of seasoned veterans.
The cannon’s maw, carved with intricate patterns resembling the blood-filled jaws of a Dragon Giant, loomed dark and imposing.
“Fire!”
“Open fire!”
As Daitou raised his War Banner and roared like a storm, the Heavy Cannons thundered to life. The entire Okgaral Snowfield trembled beneath the deafening roar.
For years, the Ashen Kingdom’s armory had been refining its research—now, for the first time on the vast Anzeta Great Wasteland, the fruits of their labor were revealed: the Dragon Roar Cannon, a fusion of magical craftsmanship and industrial crystal mechanics.
Round after round, massive shells—each weighing hundreds of jin—sliced through the sky in perfect arcs, their metallic sheen glinting under the pale sun.
The shriek of Spines ears pierced the heavens.
A Teutonic Knight, charging forward with eager determination, looked up just as a shell—larger than a man—descended toward him. His jaw dropped. For a moment, silence. Then, out came two words, barely audible:
“…Damn.”
“You call this medieval warfare?”
Before he could finish, the black shell detonated beside him. The blast hurled him through the air, sending him flying dozens of meters. Blood and shrapnel sprayed in all directions. His torn flesh nearly landed on the far bank—almost achieving his own twisted wish.
The poor Teutonic Knight died before he could even experience what war was. No battle, no glory—just a sudden, brutal end from the sky.
“Are we being beaten by aliens?”
“What the hell is this?!”
“How do they even have cannons?!”
“I’m reporting—Ashen Kingdom is cheating!”
“They’ve got a cheat, how can we fight? I’m surrendering!”
The Allied Forces’ players were torn apart. Wails echoed across the battlefield. Each shell claimed dozens of lives. The charge, once bold and spirited, now looked laughably futile under the relentless Artillery Barrage.
“By the gods!”
“What is that?!”
“How could they possess such weapons? Is this divine punishment?!”
In the ranks of the Allied Forces, soldiers whispered in terror, their faces pale with dread.
Craters dotted the snowfield—deep, gaping wounds in the earth. The relentless bombardment had transformed the once-flat plain into a shattered wasteland. War, never before so violent, had reshaped the land itself. To the common soldiers, even some minor nobles, it felt like the wrath of the gods.
Duke Leo stood solemnly, hand on his sword.
“I know that weapon. A cannon.”
“Yes,” Trelshka replied, eyes narrowed with concern. “But their power… it’s terrifying now.”
“We’re not defenseless,” Duke Leo said firmly. “We have countermeasures.”
The barrage continued—shells falling like rain, deepening into the heart of the formation. If the Ogre artillerymen could fine-tune their aim, those hundreds-of-jin shells would devastate the tightly packed Allied troops.
Meanwhile, the Dragon-Beast Cavalry of the Ashen Kingdom, shielded by the storm of cannon fire, charged across the river—heading straight for the Alliance’s frontline.
Bridges stretched across the churning waters.
Under the command of the exalted Asmo, celestial beings ascended into the sky. Righteous Angels raised their Silver Swords, weaving a radiant Barrier of Light above the Alliance’s formation. And miraculously, it held—shattering each incoming shell into golden ripples that danced across the air.
Even more, they launched a counterattack. The Pengyu Angel flapped its wings, and sacred feathers—charged with divine strength—flew like arrows, piercing the hearts of monstrous foes.
“Fear not!”
“Remember—we are the righteous!”
“Those monsters are bluffing! They have no real strength!”
Trelshka rode through the ranks, shouting to rally the troops. The miraculous defense by the Celestial Legion reignited hope. Morale soared. Soldiers, once broken, now gripped their weapons with renewed fire.
Wyverns and Chimeras roared, unleashing torrents of flame. They surged through the sky toward the enemy’s formation, clashing with the Angels in a storm of fire and light. Crimson and white clashed—red and white torrents merging into a chaos of battle that turned the heavens into a battlefield.
Numerically, the Wyverns and Chimeras—swarming in their thousands—held the upper hand. But these celestial warriors, born beneath the radiance of Heaven’s Mountain, were far stronger individually.
Stuffed Bun and Flying Noodles let out furious roars, preparing to unleash their Dragon Roar Charge, a tactic they’d used countless times to devastating effect.
“Noodles!”
But before they could dive, arrows—infused with tracking magic—shot upward from below, tearing through their bodies like a sieve. Then, feathers of radiant light rained from all directions, striking them from every angle.
“I’m gonna crash!”
“What can I say?”
Stuffed Bun, riddled with holes like a hedgehog, let out a long, agonized roar. He plummeted from the sky—along with his Two-Headed Dragon companion—crashing into the ground. The screen went black as the respawn interface appeared.
As Stuffed Bun fell, a familiar tune—a slightly overused version of “See You Again”—played from his fallen armor. Though it felt like a tired meme, it was undeniably memorable.
“Stuffed Bun, out!”
His Crimson Scale Conqueror teammate cried out in euphoric relief.
A Reversionary Two-legged Dragon unleashed a torrent of fire, incinerating a Pengyu Angel into charcoal.
But in an instant, a Cloud Giant’s fist smashed down from behind. The Justiciar’s Silver Sword plunged into its still-beating, molten heart.
“Aaargh—!”
The scream echoed through the sky.
Yet this was only one moment in the sky’s endless war.
With dazzling magical auras, blood, severed limbs, broken corpses, and scorched feathers rained down. Occasionally, a falling body struck a mortal below—adding to the horror.
The brutal aerial battle left the common soldiers below trembling in fear.
But their war had only just begun.
Ogre Great Shieldmen and Earth-Crawling Dragonbeast Cavalry had already crossed the river. Their massive shields and armored bodies deflected wave after wave of arrows. The Kingdom’s frontline advanced like a living wall of steel—unstoppable, unyielding.
To the Alliance’s soldiers, these monsters were like mountains. And they were crushed beneath them—reduced to meat paste in an instant.
“Evil wretches!”
“I am your unbreakable shield! The wall of Justice and Order!”
Then, a towering figure stepped forward—Steadfast Shieldbearer, clad in heavy armor, standing at the front. With his Great Shield glowing with holy light, he braced against the oncoming tide.
Boom!
The clash of metal echoed across the field—the deep, thunderous sound of steel meeting steel.
Armored Guards swung their four-meter-long Greatswords, slicing through the Ogre’s shield and the thick, dragon-scaled hide beneath. The massive Ogre roared as it collapsed, crushed under the force.
In this war, mortal lives were as fleeting as grass. Corpses piled up in the trenches. Blood dyed the snow red.
(End of Chapter)
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