Chapter 359: The Last Struggle
"True Knight, never surrender like monsters!" Knight Mithra roared, unaware that his defiance had drawn the hungry gaze of countless Greed.
"Bravo!" A sudden clap echoed across the battlefield. Mithra spun in shock.
Before him stood a towering Half-Dragon over two meters tall, his eyes blazing crimson, muscles rippling like coiled steel. With a mighty leap, he soared nearly fifteen meters into the air, hefting a massive Great Axe.
"Then let’s fight!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang bellowed, fury blazing in his veins.
Having learned from his near-death experience, he’d paid a fortune to enchant his axe and unlocked the Barbarian’s Frenzied Warrior ability—Frenzied Strike. He was determined to claim his enemy.
Every ounce of strength poured into the strike. The axe tore through the air, crackling with dark red energy that danced along its blade. This was the legendary Three Strikes—though more accurately, a single, devastating blow.
"Damn it, War Fury Brother got there first again."
"Too bad. That Minor Boss is already claimed by Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang. No chance for us to seize it."
"Respect. The guy’s a former Pro Player—moves like lightning."
Whispers of disappointment rippled through the Player ranks. Most had already resigned themselves: the Knight would die.
"You dare mock a Knight?" Mithra gritted his teeth, face taut with rage and tension. With a surge of will, he swung his Longsword in a fluid, precise arc.
This was his most trusted technique—refined over years of relentless training, forged through countless hours of daily drills. He’d severed the heads of bandit Outlaws in Ferenz Viscounty with this very stroke, earning his renown as "Sharp Sword" Mithra.
"Come on! Let me Experience the strength of Dragon’s Favored!"
"This is Fate’s Duel!"
In an instant, a storm of thoughts swirled in Mithra’s mind. His resolve hardened—unshakable.
"Die—!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang descended like a falling star, unstoppable, his axe cleaving the sky.
Swish—
The sound of blade splitting metal and flesh.
Under the crushing force of the aerial strike, Knight Mithra was split clean in two—from head to armor—his body severed in mid-scream. His eyes, still wide with defiance, remained locked forward even as death claimed him.
The axe didn’t stop. It plunged deep into the stone tile, sinking several feet into the ground.
> [You have slain Common Noble Knight (Challenge Level: 2). Gained 100 experience points.]
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang grunted as he wrenched the axe free, his face a mask of stunned disbelief.
Players erupted in shock.
"Damn, War Fury Brother really is unstoppable!"
"Was that a one-hit kill?"
"Looked tough, but fell like paper."
"Seriously? I thought that flashy armor was magical gear. Turns out it’s flimsy as tissue paper—just a showpiece!"
"Really?!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang picked up a scrap of metal from the ground, pressed down hard—and crushed it into a dent. He scratched his head, cursing under his breath.
"Big move on a low-level target. Felt like a waste."
"Need to make up for it!"
His eyes turned blood-red. He spun toward the remaining Soldiers, who instantly felt the chill of a predator’s gaze. Fear wracked their bodies.
A thunderous roar split the air above the City Tower.
"Die!"
"Help! Aaagh—!"
"Retreat! Get back! Don’t get near him!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang charged into the crowd, unleashing a merciless, grazing-herd-style rampage.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu floated lightly onto the City Wall, unarmored, her form draped in the newest red gown from the Glowing Boutique in North Wind Keep.
The Soldiers, seeing her as an easy target, ignored the fearsome Dragon Vein Beasts and closed in—swarming toward her like vultures.
"Finally," Xia Ye Qiu Yu murmured, her golden eyes gleaming with a flicker of flame. A rare euphoria danced across her face.
She raised a slender hand. A blazing Fireball ignited at her fingertip, streaking forward—then detonated in a thunderous explosion of roaring flames.
Boom!
"An arcane caster!"
"Get out of the way!"
Before they could react, every Soldier collapsed—charred, burning corpses left in the wake.
But it wasn’t over.
One by one, Dragonblood Sorcerer Players emerged from behind Xia Ye Qiu Yu, each unleashing their own volley of Fireballs—bombarding the survivors in a merciless, firestorm barrage.
"Hey! When Fireball flies, you’re all just dust!"
"Fireball—unbeatable! No match!"
They cheered with wild excitement—members of the rapidly rising Five Fireball Cult.
It all began with a post on the Forum by a Player named Du Gu Fa Shen: "Five mages in a party, all casting Fireball at once—nothing can survive."
And thus, a legend was born.
"Kill them all!"
"Castles are ours!"
"For the Kingdom of Ashen!"
With Player forces surging forward, the once-impenetrable fortress crumbled in under ten minutes—riddled with holes, half-destroyed, a skeletal ruin.
The defenders—officers, Soldiers—were either killed or driven into madness. Survivors, if any, had lost all will to fight.
"Owlbear! Owlbear flying in the sky!"
A desperate officer screamed, then leapt from the tower’s peak—only to crash into a mess of pulped flesh. He lacked the Players’ endurance.
Swish—
A Wyvern soared past the ruins—then, from its back, a figure leapt.
It was Stuffed Bun.
He rolled across the ground, dodged the defenses with ease, and landed right at the heart of the castle.
To these feudal-era Nobles, the idea of airborne infiltration was unthinkable. The fortress stood wide open to him.
"Open up! Check the water meter!"
He kicked the door open with a mighty slam.
Inside, Viscount Horace cowered in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.
"Please… don’t kill me!"
"Please, sir! House Lott will give you anything—riches, lands, anything!"
The Viscount begged, utterly broken, his dignity stripped.
"Kill him."
"House Lott? What’s that?"
Stuffed Bun stepped forward, driving his Longsword straight through the Viscount’s chest.
A translucent barrier flared around Horace—only to shatter instantly under the blade, spines piercing deep into his body.
"I won’t make the same mistake as that Wandering Beast."
"Hey, his bragging video got leaked by a Double Agent."
"This is Anti-Magic Oil—costs five gold coins for a tiny vial. Priceless."
Stuffed Bun withdrew his bloodied sword, watching the Contribution Value on his Character Sheet rise with satisfaction.
The siege was nearing its end. Corpses littered the battlefield.
Players roamed the castle freely, ransacking every room, tearing open chests, overturning tables, even prying up bricks—searching for hidden treasure.
They left nothing untouched.
(End of Chapter)
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