Chapter 236: It’s All About Elite Fighting!
When the nuclear bomb went off, the entire area was cleared.
Not a single blade of grass survived in its wake.
Among this batch of players, some were experiencing this scene for the second time.
The first was the World Boss in 281st Beginner’s Village.
What the heck! Can we count on our beloved guild leader a little more!?
They could already imagine themselves back at the resurrection point, losing their gear, and watching their experience bars drop to zero.
Small potatoes, no need to panic, let’s light a cigarette first.
As they opened their eyes, reaching for something in their pockets, their bodies froze, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
Wait! This isn’t the resurrection point!
“Holy cr*p! I’m still alive!”
Others quickly realized too, poking at their bodies and checking their health bars.
Oh yeah! Still alive!
Looking around, nothing seemed to have changed.
The trees continued to stand tall, the weeds thick and unruly, rustling in the wind.
So, the big commotion was just a ruse?
There was no damage—no shattered flora or fauna in sight.
“Guild leader! Your artillery quality is lacking! Did you buy a counterfeit?”
The previous experience felt like a dream, and they were relieved to still be breathing.
“Pfft! Spit!”
“Spit spit spit!”
A few unharmonious voices interrupted them.
Looking over, they saw a bunch of knights in shining armor scrambling to get up from the ground.
They locked eyes.
“…”
“…”
Holy moly! We’re still in a raid! The battle isn’t over yet!
“Form up!” *2
Commands rang out as players quickly formed a surrounding circle, while the knights adjusted their formation.
Both sides were in a stalemate, neither making a further move.
“Their horses are gone. Great job, bros!”
The cavalry had lost their mounts, significantly weakening their combat power.
But the players didn’t dare to attack first.
The level gap was still a factor, plus their mission was to buy time.
On the knight’s side, they were equally hesitant to charge recklessly.
Bazel understood.
The recent strike had targeted their mounts, taking out two thousand horses in one fell swoop.
Even though that terrifying, unknown blow had solely focused on the steeds, it still left a tremendous psychological pressure on everyone.
Both their physical and mental stress levels were maxed out.
Fortunately, Bazel didn’t know that the pressure was indiscriminate; the players were feeling just as stressed.
At this point, WZC finally figured out the screenshot control panel and approached Fiery Conflict Across the Sky.
“I got it! Next shot, I’m hitting exactly where I mean to!”
The previous mishap occurred because he hadn’t had time to fine-tune the aim—that’s why it turned into a fiasco.
“Alright, let’s just assess the situation. If the enemy doesn’t move, we won’t either.”
So, the situation became absurdly stagnant.
Until, at one moment, Bazel glanced back at his lieutenant, who nodded in response.
Then Bazel drew his sword: “All personnel, follow me to break through!”
At the same time, the lieutenant tossed something into the sky.
This little detail was perfectly concealed.
Bazel’s inaction was merely a ruse to buy time, time to send a distress signal for reinforcements.
Now, the message had been sent—the breakout was on.
As a seasoned veteran, Bazel and his two thousand troops were elite—they weren’t just cavalry; they were just as skilled in ground combat.
As for that terrifying strike? Bring it on again if you dare.
Being overly cautious is a rookie’s mistake.
Facing the renewed offensive from the knight squad, the players were still feeling the pinch.
Even off their horses, they still couldn’t match up.
And compared to the knights’ smooth coordination, precise command, and serious execution, the players were nothing but a chaotic mob of bodies.
Their only advantage was numbers.
But this wasn’t a game of beat-down the BOSS; there’s no “everyone spits on them” strategy here.
This was a team battle, and the opposition had their fair share too.
Can’t Sleep, the shining star trainee officer, was actually quite good at command.
Even for a large team battle, he had some simulated experience.
But he was vastly outclassed by Bazel, and his soldiers were even further behind.
This was a d*mn hard fight!
“Bro! I can’t hold out! These knights are too tough! How about another round of artillery?”
“Agreed!”
WZC immediately chimed in.
The last shot had been a bit of a thrill, and now he was itching for another one.
If they could fire again and make it more accurate, it’d be even better!
Unfortunately, they only had three shots. If they could only fire a few more, it’d be such a blast to play around with!
Don’t tell me about five hundred million per shot—that’s not worth the exhilarating experience?
What good is money? Happiness is key!
After giving it serious thought, Fiery Conflict Across the Sky nodded: “Alright! Let’s go for another shot! But we’ve got to save the third shot! I have big plans!”
“Got it!” WZC rubbed his hands together, “How do we hit this shot? Where do we aim?”
“First, let’s be clear about our target. We’re not trying to blow them to bits; we just want to stop them. Ideally, we can take them out of the fight without too many casualties!”
“Alright, let me figure it out—okay, signal time!”
Soon, WZC had everything set up, and the countdown began.
Hearing the countdown, Bazel suddenly felt a pang of dread, causing the knight squad’s charge to halt.
But he quickly barked another order: “Interrupt their casting!”
If they got hit again, it wouldn’t be a laughing matter!
They quickly zeroed in on the so-called “caster,” a guy holding a weird box.
The knight squad adjusted direction and charged at WZC.
However, their charge faced minimal resistance.
Even stranger, the so-called “caster” tossed the box their way and then patted his b*tt to make a run for it.
Bazel snatched the box from mid-air just as the countdown showed “5” remaining.
What the heck is this thing?
Bazel didn’t hesitate; he swung his sword and smashed it to powder.
But even with the item destroyed, he still felt an ominous premonition, while the adventurers who had been blocking their way began gleefully counting down.
““4!””
““3!!””
Each shout echoed like the footsteps of d*ath, sending shivers down the spines of the knights.
Simultaneously, the physical, mental, and even soul-crushing pressure surged back again.
“Defensive formations! Defensive formations!” Bazel shouted.
But the knights were bewildered.
How do we defend against this? Just use our heads!
““1！！！””
Similar dark dots, identical white lights—an earthquake of the heavens and earth.
The world fell silent once more.
