NOVPUBChapter 364: Chapter 288 Chaotic Battlefield
“Prepare to launch!”
A few players excitedly pulled out a massive catapult, but their ammunition wasn’t stones, it was a living person.
And that person wasmpletely naked—he was the one widely respected by players as “Holy Light Bro” from Wings of Freedom.
The players watching from the side voiced their doubts:
“Are you sure this is okay? Won’t he just crash and die?”
“Ofurse not.”
“We had the Mechanical God Cult experts check it, no worries at all.”
“Don’t worry, we already did the calculations. When Holy Light Bro shapeshifts into a bear, his thick skin and rugged body will just take a bit of damage at most.”
The players operating the catapultnfidently patted their chests and made bold statements.
“Activate!”
They forcefully turned the catapult’s winch, pulling the ropes to build up maximum strength in the long arm.
The catapult’s arm lowered on the long end while theunterweight end rose, like a beast ready to pounce.
Holy Light Bro curled up naked in the bowl-likentainer, whispering:
“For freedom.”
“For freedom!”
The players operating the catapult and the spectators all cheered in unison, their excitement reaching a peak.
And in the background, the BGM “aLIEz” reached its climactic moment, with its stirring and passionate melody.
With a roar, the players swiftly released the ropes; theunterweight dropped rapidly under gravity, while the long arm catapulted Holy Light Bro upwards with incredible speed.
Reaching the highest point, he was thrown out at an astonishing speed.
He was launched!
Holy Light Bro described a beautiful parabolic arc in the sky, heading straight for the castle.
The players all looked up, seeing the bright trace of Holy Lightvering his crucial parts in the blue sky.
“Honey,me out and see God!”
“Look, a rainbow!”
“Damn, what a Holy Light meteor!”
“Roar—”
Holy Light Bro roared wildly, transforming into a huge and muscular owl bear at the highest point.
“Look! What is that?”
“Oh gods—don’t tell me that’s a flying owl bear?”
“Dammit, you’ve got to be kidding!”
“It, it’sming down!”
The soldiers on the castle’s arrow tower looked up in terror, shadows cast over their faces.
But it was too late; theyuld only watch as the owl bear descended from the sky, the shadow growing larger until it landed right on top of them.
“Boom!”
The entire Belonne Castle trembled.
Dust flew up and stones scattered everywhere.
The towerllapsed instantly, crushing dozens of soldiers whouldn’t dodge in time, with even more buried under the rubble.
“Roar!”
A dark figure burst out from the dust—it was the owl bear Holy Light Bro had transformed into.
The massive beast rampaged on the castle walls, smashing one soldier after another into bloody pulp with its brute strength, its claws sending several flying with one swipe.
Just Holy Light Bro and Mighty Heavenly Dragon were enough to throw Belonne Castle’s defenses into chaos.
Several towers and arrow towers were destroyed in succession, causing hundreds of casualties.
And this was just the beginning. Dozens of players followed up with charges, casting various spells and even hurling bombs into the castle, making the defending soldiers’ lives miserable.
They had never faced such unpredictable enemies before.
“Up there!”
“Takever!”
Ert Knight Gian Bend keenly noticed the aerial attack, shouting urgently.
“Swish—”
Soon after, with a whoosh, several Bipedal Wyverns swooped down from the sky, spewing rching flames and incinerating the soldiers on the wall.
“Fire! There’s a fire!”
“Help!”
The soldiers wailed, rolling on the wall, their bodies engulfed in flames.
Gian decapitated a soldier with a swift strike, ending his suffering prematurely, his face grim: “Everyone, be wary of attacks from above—”
Before heuld finish, a burly player jumped out from behind, smashing his skull with a hammer.
“Boom!”
“Eighty!”
Brain matter splattered, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The Ert Knight, unable to react, had his skull shattered and fell straight to the ground.
“No—”
“Lord Gian!”
The guard soldiers roared in anger, rushing to attack the enemy.
However, with one swing of his hammer, the player smashed another soldier’s head into pulp. More players screamed and leapt onto the wall, pouncing on the terrified soldiers.
“Your daddy’s here!”
“Hey hey hey!”
“Iwer before bosses, but mow down hundreds with heavy blows!”
Various flames, frost, and acid poured down upon the soldiers, and some even used kobold leather pants as weapons, much to the disgust of their fellow players.
There was no order; no tactics.
Even so, Belonne Castle’s soldiers found it hard to withstand the assault.
They were used to defending the city, shooting arrows and throwing things from high positions, making it tough for attackers to breach.
But these players had all sorts of tricks—some fell from the sky, some teleported directly, and some even crawled up through tunnels, making defense seem impossible and demoralizing the soldiers.
“Howuld this be…”
Knight Mithra glanced around the chaotic “battlefield” feeling absurd.
He and his soldiers fought bravely,nstantly losing lives, but the enemy seemed to have no respect for this, only playing with more glee.
A surge of untrollable rage rose within Mithra’s heart.
How dare these people treat war like this!
Treat a noble knight like this!
His noble knight education since childhood told him—even when facing an invincible enemy, one must charge bravely, bearing the family’s honor unto death.
The enemy would also honor such knights.
But now, these soldiers from the Ashen Kingdommpletely shattered his beliefs.
They treated the battlefield like a playground, disregarding all tactics and acting wantonly. They didn’t care about their enemies or even their own deaths.
Chivalry meant nothing to them.
Knight Mithra raised his longsword, his tone rising like a chorus opera, angrily lding:
“Monsters, you monsters!”
“You people from the Ashen Kingdom, you wear human skins, but what hearts lie beneath? Oozing demon hearts, or burning dragon hearts!”
Unbeknownst to him, Natural War Maniac had already set his sights on Mithra, eyes brimming with battle intent.
“Another mini-boss…”
“Tsk, with such good-looking gear, it must drop a lot of prestige points.”
Natural War Maniac thought, licking the blood on his lips eagerly.
