Chapter 220 Final Battle 2

These Dreadnoughts surpassed the abominations not only in size and strength but also in speed and intelligence. When assaulted with arrows and bullets, the undead barbarian kings adeptly sidestepped while wielding their colossal axes for defense. In a more aggressive stance, they would leap onto the walls, wreaking havoc among players stationed there.

At the western gate, Amon, a legendary two-times veteran, valiantly absorbed the majority of the creature’s aggro with his sword and shield. Meanwhile, the eastern wing relied on a collective effort, with Lieutenant Marsh, Milo, and his group of convicts boldly diverting the creature’s attention. Simultaneously, Merle and his team of ranged fighters unleashed a barrage of attacks, hoping to exploit weaknesses in the Dreadnought’s defenses.

The tactical diversion proved effective for only a fleeting moment before the Dreadnought, showcasing unexpected intelligence, redirected its fury towards the ranged fighters.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Merle, the Crimson Gunner, showcased his exceptional marksmanship, unleashing both his bullets cartridges and the explosive power of 40mm grenades. The deafening echoes of gunfire and explosions drew the attention of the formidable Dreadnoughts, creating a critical diversion for his redneck team.

In that pivotal moment, another figure emerged—Sergeant Dylan, the African American player, leading a small team of support players armed with long steel spears and heavy chains.

“It’s time!!”

With a swift command, multiple massive chains were hurled, each ending in a sharp hook designed to latch onto the Dreadnoughts.

“Pull!!”

Responding to Dylan’s orders, four groups of six players each engaged in a coordinated effort, pulling on the chains with all their might. The massive hooks embedded into the Dreadnoughts’ bodies limited their movements, temporarily immobilizing the colossal adversaries.

Sensing the advantage, Daniel led the charge, leaping onto the immobilized creatures. His two axes swung with precision, dealing substantial damage. Lieutenant Marsh, Milo, and their compatriots swiftly followed suit, landing their most potent attacks in a coordinated assault.

The air resonated with a deafening roar as the Dreadnoughts, momentarily restrained and besieged, faced a sudden onslaught of concentrated firepower.

As the giant’s rage continued, it violently tossed players holding the chains in every direction. With a slight mistake, an opening creates and it swung its massive axes with brutal force, leaving a trail of critically wounded players.

[Slash: received 122 damage]

“Arrghh!!! Healers!! Rotate!”

The devastating blow, even with Captain Carter’s epic [Guardian flag] items providing support, brought players’ HP down to half. Fortunately, the New York players demonstrated remarkable coordination, implementing strategic rotations to swap attackers while the wounded recovered. This synchronized effort allowed them to maintain a formidable defense against the relentless onslaught of the undead.

However, the real challenge unfolded at the central gate, where the Abyss Knight revealed its superior capabilities, surpassing the Dreadnought in rank. Recognizing the imminent danger, the players adapted their tactics, opting for a hit-and-run strategy that utilized the cavalry’s exceptional mobility.

With the battlefield outside the Camelot gate was a chaotic spectacle, dominated by hordes of undead masses. Lieutenant Summer faced a seemingly insurmountable objective: to separate the massive Abyss knight from the hordes by drawing it inside the gate.

Two semi-automatic Desert Eagles in hand, Lieutenant Summer unleashed a barrage of magnum bullets aimed at the giant’s head.

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!

The deafening gunshots reverberated through the air as the Special Forces leader skillfully maneuvered to grab the Abyss Knight’s attention. The giant, in response, unleashed a fierce sword charge that brutally decapitated the lieutenant’s horse.

Undeterred by the loss of his steed, Lieutenant Summer displayed exceptional agility. He ran over the fallen knight’s sword, deftly leaped onto its shoulder, and seamlessly transitioned onto Vicky’s back—all the while maintaining his relentless gunfire.

“Lets go!!” The urgent command echoed through the tumultuous atmosphere as Lieutenant urged Vicky to speed up. The desperate attempt to lead the Abyss Knight away from the central gate continued, each moment fraught with peril and determination.

The duo successfully lured the giant inside the gate, their daring maneuver costing them half of the cavalry before the gates were sealed once again.

As the Abyss Knight entered Camelot City, more than 50 fey warriors emerged from their concealed positions to reinforce the remaining 50 Britannia cavalry. Lieutenant Summer’s special forces, comprising multiple seasoned veterans, tactically engaged in the battle alongside the NPC allies, successfully holding the Abyss Knight at bay and gradually chipping away at its health.

Vicky, the steadfast partner in this desperate effort, played a pivotal role. Utilizing her Knight of the Round Table skill, she kept the veterans in check and provided crucial support to the defensive line. This tactical approach, crafted by Alan for precisely such a battle, momentarily brought a semblance of control to the chaotic situation within the city walls.

However, the illusion of control shattered with the sound of destruction echoing from the eastern wall. Captain Amon, the two times Egyptian veteran, had reached the end of his stamina after hours of relentless combat. The Dreadnought, seizing the opportunity, broke through the weakened defenses and created breaches in the eastern walls. Like a flood, hundreds of undead poured into the city, attacking the players from an unexpected rear flank.

“Dammit, they couldn’t even hold one!! Fuck!!!”

The frustration in the air was palpable as the players grappled with the sudden reversal of fortunes. The eastern gate had fallen, and the undead threat now loomed from within the city itself.

In this dire moment, a glimmer of hope emerged from the North. A group of players, cutting through the sea of undead, made a determined sprint toward the eastern gate.

“Look! It’s the veterans!! They have returned!! We are saved!!”

Axel and his band of veterans made a silent yet powerful entrance, swiftly boosting the morale of the beleaguered players. The atmosphere shifted to one of relief and elation, with everyone celebrating their saviors’ return.

However, amidst the elation, one player, a girl with heightened perceptions and a sniper scope, couldn’t locate a familiar face.

“Where is Alan!?” her concern cutting through the cheers and celebration. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt