"Ready to launch!"

Several players excitedly pulled out a huge catapult, but their ammunition was not stones, but living people.

And he was a naked man——that was Free Wing, who was respected by many players as "Brother Holy Light".

The players watching nearby raised questions:
"Is this really okay? He won't fall to his death, will he?"

"of course not."

"We have invited a senior member of the Mechanicus to take a look. There is absolutely no problem."

"Don't worry, we have already calculated it. Brother Shengguang has thick skin and flesh after turning into a bear, so his health will be low at most."

The players who controlled the catapults patted their chests confidently and made bold statements.

"start up!"

They turned the roller winch of the catapult with force, pulling the rope to maximize the power of the long arm.

The long end of the trebuchet lever tilts downward, while the counterweight end is lifted upward, like a beast ready to strike.

Brother Shengguang curled up in the bowl-shaped container with his bare buttocks and whispered:

"for freedom."

"for freedom!"

The players who controlled the catapults and the spectators who came to watch the fun all shouted excitedly.

The BGM "aLIEz" in the background was at its climax, with an impassioned melody.

With a roar, the player quickly loosened the rope, and the counterweight end fell rapidly under the action of gravity, while the long end of the lever was lifted up with Brother Shengguang at an astonishing speed.

After reaching the highest point, it is thrown out at an extremely high speed.

He was launched!
Brother Saint Light drew a graceful parabola in the sky and headed straight for the castle.

The players all looked up and saw that the holy light covering their vital parts also formed a bright track in the blue sky.

"Wife, come out and see God!"

“Look! A rainbow!”

"Damn, what a holy light meteor!"

"Roar--"

Brother Shengguang roared wantonly to vent his anger, and at the highest point he turned into a stout and huge owlbear.

"Look! What is that?"

"Gods - don't tell me that's a flying owlbear?"

"Damn it, what a joke!"

"It, it's going to fall!"

The soldiers on the castle's arrow tower looked up, their faces filled with fear, and shadows were cast on their faces.

However, it was too late now. They could only watch as the owlbear fell from the sky, its shadow growing larger and larger until it finally landed directly on top of them.

"boom!"

The entire Belon Castle was shaking.

For a moment, dust flew and gravel scattered everywhere.

The tower collapsed with a loud bang, and more than a dozen soldiers who failed to escape were crushed to pieces, and more were buried in the pile of rocks.

"Roar!"

A dark shadow rushed out from the dust and smoke - it was the owl bear incarnation of Brother Shengguang.

This huge beast rampaged on the city wall, crushing the soldiers defending the city into meat paste. The beast's powerful strength enabled it to knock several people away with a single swing of its claws.

Brother Shengguang and Dawei Tianlong alone were able to disrupt the defenses of Belon Castle.

Several city walls and arrow towers were destroyed one after another, and hundreds of people were killed or injured.

However, this was just the beginning. Dozens of players rushed forward one after another, casting various spells and even throwing bombs into the city, making the soldiers defending the city miserable.

They had never encountered such an unruly enemy.

"Heaven!"

"Get down quickly!" The squire knight Jan Bender keenly noticed the attack from the sky and shouted hurriedly.

"Shh-"

Then, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, several two-legged flying dragons flew through the air, spewing out blazing flames, burning all the soldiers on the city wall.

"Fire! It's on fire!"

"Help!"

The soldiers wailed, their bodies burning with flames, and they kept rolling on the city walls.

Jain chopped off the soldier's head with a sword, ending the soldier's suffering in advance. His expression was extremely solemn: "Everyone, be alert to the gods from the sky--"

Before he could finish his words, a strong player suddenly jumped out from behind him, raised a hammer and smashed his head.

"boom!"

"eighty!"

Brain matter and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Before the squire knight could fight back, his skull was smashed and he fell straight to the ground.

"Do not--"

"Lord Jaan!"

The guards were furious and rushed forward to besiege the enemy.

However, the player smashed the soldier's head to pieces with a hammer, and more players jumped onto the city wall with strange screams and pounced on the soldiers with terrified faces.

"Your father is here!"

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"I am timid in front of the boss, but I will strike hard when I am invincible!"

Various kinds of fire, ice, and acid mixed together and poured towards the soldiers. Some even used the stinky leather pants of the kobolds as weapons, which made the players around them disgusted.

There is no rules or tactics.

But even so, the soldiers of Belon Castle were already overwhelmed.

They were accustomed to defending cities, shooting arrows and throwing weapons from a high position, so that even if the enemies attacking the city did not die, they would be at least severely injured.

However, these players had various methods. Some fell from the sky, some were teleported directly, and some even came out from holes in the ground, making them feel defenseless and they were almost losing the will to fight.

"how so."

Knight Mitra looked around at the chaotic "battlefield" and felt it was extremely absurd.

He and his soldiers fought bloody battles and continued to lose their lives, but the enemy did not feel even a little bit of awe, but instead played more happily.

An uncontrollable rage suddenly surged in Mitra's heart.

How dare these guys treat war like this!
Such treatment of a noble knight!

The aristocratic knight education he received since childhood told him that even when facing an invincible enemy, he must have courage, charge bravely and fearlessly, and die with the glory of his family.

And the enemy will also show respect to such a knight.

But now, these soldiers from the Burning Kingdom completely shattered his original ideas.

They treated the battlefield as if it were a game, ignoring all tactics and acting recklessly. They didn't care about the existence of the enemy or even their own death.

Chivalry is bullshit to them.

Knight Mitra raised his sword and raised his voice like an operatic chant, cursing in a condescending manner.

"Monsters, you monsters!"

"You guys from the Burning Ash Kingdom, you are wearing human skins, but what kind of hearts are underneath those skins? The hearts of demons oozing with pus? Or the hearts of boiling dragons!"

Little did he know that the natural war maniac not far away had already stared at him, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Another little boss"

"Tsk, the equipment is so good looking, it will surely give you a lot of reputation points."

The natural warrior thought so, and he licked the blood from his lips with great interest. (End of this chapter)