Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Shield Wall!”
“Holy Blessing!”
“Strength of the Earth!”
The Western Continent players in charge of using Charge were given buffs that could reduce damage for 4 to 5 seconds. They forced their way forward, the ranged attacks by the Eastern Continent players unable to take them all down. 300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters…
Pretty Good Mood ordered a barrage. At first, their firepower was immense, but as the players lost more mana, the force of their firepower was reduced, in the end, they could no longer hold the Western Continent players back.
Riding on Cerberus’ back, Brother Windcloud Nine was the first to charge up to them. His body sparkled with gold, and he used the Holy Shield Spell as he rushed forth.
The 12 seconds of invincibility was enough for him to reach the Eastern Continent players.
“Hellfire!”
Cerberus howled and sprayed flames all around them. Several people were instantly wiped out. Their best-laid plans collapsed as soon as Brother Windcloud Nine appeared.
“Kill that old dog!”
Several thousand spells flew at Brother Windcloud Nine, but most of them Missed, and only a very few actually landed on his body.
Brother Windcloud Nine’s body shone with white light. His HP was constantly maintained at full. In order to keep him safe, Windcloud Overlord had designated 50 healers to heal him alone.
Although this was a great waste of resources, Brother Windcloud Nine was currently the pillar of morale for all the Western Continent players. He must never be allowed to fall, or else their morale would definitely drop.
The difference between having a mount and not having one was put on full display in this grand battle between several tens of thousands of people. As soon as Brother Windcloud Nine landed a successful hit, he immediately turned his dog around and ran back. He lived to run at them and lived to run back, causing the Western Continent players to howl and cheer, visibly more motivated.
“Well done, Old Nine. Brothers, come with me!”
By then, the armored classes using Charge at the frontlines were already engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Eastern Continent players. The situation was looking good for them. Windcloud Overlord led the Charge, knocking the Eastern Continent players down once and for all in one go.
Confused Fox died, Pretty Good Mood died, and one of the Eastern Continent’s most powerful players, Flower Underpants, faced the most regrettable death because he had dropped the weapon he was wielding.
“A +11 Shattered Thunder Bow! Hahaha, this is a product of the Dream Guild’s big boss, Flower Underpants with a pretty good drop rate. Keep an eye out everyone, hah!”
“Hahaha, go! Let’s make Flower Underpants drop more until he’s running around butt-naked…”
“Hahahaha…”
The Western Continent players had all the momentum. The army that Pretty Good Mood and the others had gathered was beaten soundly. They did not stand a chance at all. In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with corpses, and nobody could stand up again.
Confused Fox was furious. “Where’s Yang Xingchen and his gang? Why isn’t there even a glimpse of their shadows? We agreed to attack together, but once we actually started fighting, they vanish.”
Flower Underpants sighed. “Yang Xingchen and his gang never did get along with us. It was probably Defiantly Tyrannical’s plan, they retreated when we weren’t looking.”
The three guilds — God Creator, Dream Guild, Little Drunk Cat — sustained the heaviest losses, but the Three Major Guild Alliance, led by Tyrannic Dynasty, only sent in a few hundred alt accounts. Some of them were even wearing cloth armor and armed with wooden swords. They were clearly only here to make the numbers…
“It doesn’t matter, we’ll just have to return the favor next time,” said Pretty Good Mood calmly.
“Have you contacted Dark Wing?” Flower Underpants asked.
“I sent a mail a long time ago.”
“Sigh. What do we do know, Great Commander?”
“Stop calling me Great Commander, it’s too embarrassing. Let’s just gather more forces before we move on to the next step…”
“Yeah…”
“All forces, listen up! We’re headed for Shattered Frost City!”
After they broke through the Eastern Continent’s defense lines, Brother Windcloud Nine roared loudly and pointed his sword in the direction of Shattered Frost City.
Brother Windcloud Nine’s reason for coming to the Eastern Continent this time was very simple. He did not want to butcher the opponents’ fragile major cities. His only target was Shattered Frost City!
He wanted to destroy all of the Little Drunk Cat Guild’s buildings, kill all the killable NPCs, and put Shattered Frost City into a Ravaged State.
No matter how satisfied the major city’s NPCs were with the current Castellan, once the major city was broken into three times, the current Castellan would automatically be forced to step down.
“Damnit, and I was wondering why Yang Xingchen and his sunnavob*tches weren’t helping out. Turns out they found out a long time ago that the Old Windcloud Dog was only aiming at Shattered Frost City this time, meaning it’s got nothing to do with them. How slick of them,” swore Confused Fox loudly.
Flower Underpants and Pretty Good Mood sighed in unison.
The three of them truly were the best allies. Right now, they were lying on the floor in a triangular formation, getting their corpses camped…
The Three Major Guild Alliance led by Defiantly Tyrannical had long since received word from Brother Windcloud Nine that they were only attacking Little Drunk Cat, and they were not even going to touch the others. To the Three Major Guild Alliance, this could only work to their advantage, so naturally, they took the high road and scrammed. After all, this had nothing to do with them.
When there was an army pressing down on their borders, the division between ally and enemy became much clearer.
The Three Major Guild Alliance felt no pressure at all, but there was a considerable change throughout the Iron Alliance, led by the Little Drunk Cat Guild. At least 100 small- and mid-sized guilds did not participate in this battle. Pretty Good Mood contacted their leaders one after the other, but they were always busy and could not get away from the matter at hand, or else they would reluctantly agree, only to send a few minnows to help. It was only later that Pretty Good Mood found out why. Apparently, Defiantly Tyrannical had made it clear that anyone who helped the Iron Alliance would be treated as enemies of the Three Major Guild Alliance, and that the latter would be going for their heads when the time came.
“They’re screwed this time. If several hundred thousand players attack a major city all at once, it wouldn’t stand even if their walls were made of bronze and steel. Little Drunk Cat’s gonna suffer a heavy blow this time. Time to watch the show…”
Sentiments such as those spread among the Eastern Continent players and the leaders of the Iron Alliance knew exactly who was behind it.
Li Yi was still nowhere to be seen, but Brother Windcloud Nine had already led his large army to Shattered Frost City.
This time, the Iron Alliance was in deep trouble. The three main leaders were being camped and could not even get up. Right now, only Chen Yang was left in charge of Shattered Frost City. Although they had gathered about 10,000 men, their combat power… was nothing short of trash.
Their levels were low and their equipment was bad. More than half of them were just there to make the numbers, and others were there to join the fun on the merit of Li Yi’s reputation alone.
“This will be an extremely devastating battle, but no need to worry, everyone. Even if you die, you’ll just drop a few pieces of equipment. Other than that, we ain’t losing anything else.”
Chen Yang paced around in a square, giving the Little Drunk Cat Guild’s elites a pep talk.
He was not nearly as good at making speeches as Pretty Good Mood was. In fact, instead of saying the things he did, he would be better off not saying anything at all. It was a disgrace.
Snickersnee held his sledgehammer as he walked up to Chen Yang and interrupted him, “Tall, that will do. In a bit, I’ll lead my men to guard the South Gate, and you lead the main forces to the East Gate. We’ll leave the West Gate and North Gate to the NPCs.”
Chen Yang looked at his group of Ironsmiths and frowned deeply. “Can you guys do it?”
“We’re much better than you,” one of Snickersnee’s men could not help but retort.
“Remember, you’re the one who said it.” Chen Yang laughed.
“Alright, I’ll leave the South Gate to you and take the others to the East Gate. Brothers, let’s go!”
Chen Yang led more than 10,000 elites to guard the East Gate.
The NPC soldiers were no fools either. When they saw a large horde of red-named players appearing outside the city, they immediately realized what was happening. As Li Yi had appointed Chen Yang to an official post, leading these soldiers were no problem to him. Soon enough, all four city gates were guarded.
Chen Yang did not dare to touch the two Castellan-level NPCs, Leghar and Archiemonde. In truth, he could not order them around even if he wanted to. Just as before, they guarded Shattered Frost City’s final line of defense, the Castellan’s residence.
Chen Yang had just made the necessary preparations on his side when Brother Windcloud Nine arrived with his army and immediately started the attack.
The side guarding the city could use catapults whereas the attacking side could set up scaling ladders to climb upward. Since King of Pantheon had an extremely high Realism Level, it felt to the players as though this was a real war, and they were in the midst of it.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
There were several catapults around the four city gates, but the most eye-catching ones were still the ones around the South Gate, guarded by Chen Yang and his men. Other people launched stones, but they launched immensely powerful Heavy Bombs.
The Heavy Bombs had a blast radius of 30 miles, each explosion covering a vast expanse of land. After a couple of rounds, no one from the Western Continent dared to rush the South Gate any longer.
“That thing’s strong!” When Chen Yang saw the firelight rising into the sky, he could not help but praise them in the Guild Channel.
The Heavy Bomb was a composite product made using Engineering and Smithing. First, they made Heavy Blasting Powder using Engineering. Then, they had a Master-level Ironsmith make the bombshell. This thing could not be stored for long. When the Heavy Blasting Powder was placed into the shell, it would automatically explode after 5 seconds.
Snickersnee crafted the shells on the spot, and the Heavy Blasting Powder was a gift Li Yi had left for him.
“Don’t assume that us lifestyle players aren’t good for anything. We’re a force to be reckoned with too!”
They set up three Large-sized Iron Ballistae on the city wall and shot the weapons several times in quick succession. The ballistae were powerful and had a long range, forcing the Western Continent players back. In the blink of an eye, more of them had been laid flat.
Only Grandmaster-level Great Forgery Masters could craft Large-sized Iron Ballistae. As of right now, Snickersnee was the only player with such an ability in the entire King of Pantheon.
Ten Large-sized Iron Ballistae was placed on each of the city gates. Creating these things required a large investment of time as well as money since it took 3 to 5 days just to make one. That was why this thing could not be used to fight monsters and was only viable in wars.
Brother Windcloud Nine’s first assault on the city ended in failure. More than 50,000 Western Continent players came to a standstill outside the city!
“Brother Nine, their firepower’s too much. Has your mount finished cooling down yet? Go up there and burn them a new one.”
Brother Windcloud Nine frowned. Hellfire had finished cooling down a while ago, but it also has a flaw. Just like all the other ranged attacks that players could use, it could only damage targets at the same horizontal level as the user. Since his opponents were standing on the city wall, even if he were to use Hellfire, he could only deal damage to them if he was also standing on the city wall.
This was just like how, in the earlier days of King of Pantheon, players tried to climb up trees and attack the monsterlings on the ground with ranged skills. The only result they ever got was 100% miss…
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“Everyone, gather up! We’ll force our way through the East Gate. There’s no turning back this time, we have to make it up there even if we gotta build a ladder with our bodies!”
Brother Windcloud Nine came up with a different strategy.
“Brothers, let’s go! How embarrassing would it be if we couldn’t break through a measly little city with more than 50,000 people?” roared Windcloud Overlord, hyping up the Western Continent players once more.
“F*ck, what’s the worst that could happen? Isn’t it just dying? F*ck that, let’s do this!”
“We’ll just die at the most, so what? Go!”
The Western Continent players were in extremely high spirits, and they rushed forth with abandon…
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