Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue) – Death of Earl Amper
“Command, this is the Shit-Throwing Squad, repeat, this is the Shit-Throwing Squad.”
“We have entered the attack range and are about to enter the border of Most Territory.”
“All targets are ready, awaiting orders.”
“Over.”
Supreme Cloth, flying at the forefront, received the message from the Shit-Throwing Squad in the team channel and replied with a stern expression:
“Shit-Throwing Squad.”
“You will lead twelve Venom Dragons on a solo mission, target Earl Amper.”
“Our objective is to feed him shit at all costs and bomb the enemy’s core troops, Over.”
“Shit-Throwing Squad, roger that.”
“Commence mission execution, all units, flatten dragon wings, begin dive!”
Yan, leading twelve player dragons, began to spiral and dive towards Earl Amper’s army. The biting wind whistled past his ears; his dragon eyes glittered, his blood boiled, and he was as fast as lightning.
“It’s flying magical beasts! Soldiers, lie down and take cover!”
Earl Amper roared loudly, drawing his long sword from his back.
Although he didn’t know where these magical beasts came from or why they were suddenly attacking his army, he would kill anything that stood in his way.
“Great Knights, prepare to intercept the flying magical beasts. Lord Kleon, please help me hold off these dragons.”
Earl Amper was merely a Great Knight. His title came from his father, not from being a formidable warrior on horseback. He relied on his intellect.
Therefore, faced with the magical beast attack, it was commendable that he could calmly arrange a defensive plan at the first opportunity. He needed the protection of Sky Knights.
However, Earl Amper had overestimated the situation.
The Shit-Throwing Squad had no intention of engaging these Sky Knights and Great Knights head-on from the start.
During the chant of the Legion Mage, eight players were instantly killed.
Yan deftly dodged the charging Qi sword slash and hurled a basket of dung bombs from his claws directly at Earl Amper’s face.
Then, the other four players closely following him did the same. A torrent of dung bombs rained down, some shattering in mid-air.
A mixture of spoiled feces, urine, and crude oil splattered within a ten-meter radius.
The intense stench instantly overwhelmed many soldiers, causing them to bend over, cover their stomachs, and vomit.
The most effective result, however, was from Yan’s basket. It was well-known that in emergencies, people instinctively opened their mouths to breathe. Earl Amper was no exception.
This resulted in the dung bomb, which did little damage but was immensely insulting, not only splattering him with feces, urine, and crude oil but also entering his mouth.
“Ugh—”
To ensure the soldiers could fight at their full strength this morning, the entire army had eaten well. Thus, they were now vomiting their guts out. Earl Amper, who had eaten the best, was no exception.
He vomited as much as he had eaten that morning.
Under extreme disgust, he immediately suffered from nausea and diarrhea, none too pleasant.
Having completed his mission, Yan spread his wings and began to ascend.
He was lucky. As he ascended, he was at the front and thus avoided being hit by the magic from the Legion Mages who arrived later.
But the players behind him were not so fortunate. Except for one who managed to dodge in time, the other three were engulfed by ferocious lightning.
“The people will remember you! Tribute to the warriors!”
Yan’s dragon face was solemn, completely ignoring the players around him who looked at him as if he were an idiot.
“Command, this is the Shit-Throwing Squad, repeat, this is the Shit-Throwing Squad.”
“Mission accomplished, Over.”
Meanwhile, Supreme Cloth, still circling in the sky with the main force, observed the enemy’s chaotic formation and began to issue orders:
“All units, commence bombing of the target army.”
“Estimated arrival in thirty seconds.”
Following Supreme Cloth’s command, dozens of Venom Dragons simultaneously turned, lowering their altitude. To attack all the troops precisely, they had to enter the attack range of the Sky Knights and Legion Mages.
“Tes-oda!”
From the depths of the enemy army below, a powerful chant erupted. It turned out to be a Legion Mage casting a legion-level elemental shield, which could effectively block ranged attacks.
Supreme Cloth’s brow twitched. He gritted his teeth, recalling the King of Winter’s previous instructions, and finally ordered:
“All player dragons, charge into the shield with me to drop projectiles. Other dragons, maintain altitude and drop projectiles freely!”
Just then, a dense black army appeared in the wilderness not far away. They marched with orderly steps, their formation slowly advancing towards Earl Amper’s chaotic one. The thunderous footsteps sounded like thunder from the horizon.
It was the reinforcements from Winter City.
“Boom—”
This was the roar of the Hill King’s Siege Cannon. One could guess without thinking that it was Carl Bloodhoof, that good-for-nothing, firing the cannon.
The heavy iron blocks, the size of a door, wreathed in golden arcs of lightning, struck the magic shield with terrifying momentum.
Instantly, the once-sturdy shield developed cracks, and the Legion Mage supporting it spurted a mouthful of blood.
No one expected to be attacked by siege cannons here, not even Earl Amper.
In fact, his preparations were quite thorough.
He had long prepared for the Legion Mage to construct a defensive spell array during the siege.
Using magic crystals as the power source, this array could easily withstand the bombardment of siege cannons.
However, the Mage himself was not capable of it alone.
He was a Legion Mage, true.
But he was not a city wall.
This was the best time to attack. The Dragon players did not hesitate any longer, seizing the opportunity to charge into the shield and throw bombs, enduring the interception of the Sky Knights and Great Knights’ Qi sword slashes.
The black gunpowder bombs, with ten times the usual ingredients, exploded upon impact with armor and the ground.
The violent shockwave tore through armor, and fragments of armor continued to spread, killing soldiers around them.
Flames, fueled by the crude oil previously dropped, transformed into voracious beasts, frantically devouring the lives of surrounding soldiers.
More than a dozen small mushroom clouds rose within the magic shield, eventually breaching it and ascending higher, becoming patches of dark clouds enveloping the battlefield.
“Woo—”
The horn of attack sounded, its melodious and powerful cry echoing through the wasteland, startling a few eagles.
“Dong dong dong”
War drums beat a rapid rhythm.
“Kill!”
A heaven-shaking battle cry erupted. The soldiers of Winter City charged forward amidst the drumbeats.
Dust swirled, royal banners fluttered. Leading the charge were the King of Winter and ten Holy Knights of Light, followed by a large group of charging knights.
The distance of several hundred meters was traversed in an instant. The Venom Dragon players continued to circle and harass from the sky, dropping huge rolling stones.
Before Earl Amper’s army could organize an effective defense, the chaotic formation was thrown into disarray by the charge of the King of Winter.
The two armies clashed, the sounds of slaughter intensifying.
Xi Wei charged at the head of Earl Amper’s formation, raising the King of Conquest Long Sword high in his right hand, while seven or eight soldiers’ corpses were impaled on the knight’s lance in his left.
He urged on his Dragon Blood Horse, leaping high. When he landed, he was already in front of Earl Amper.
“Protect the Earl!”
Loyal Sky Knights and Great Knights stepped forward to intercept, but they were parried by the Holy Knights behind Xi Wei, or sent flying into the sky and directly impaled.
This was already a one-sided slaughter.
“Spare… spare me… please…”
Earl Amper, weak from vomiting, his face ashen, clung to his horse’s back, abjectly begging for mercy. Viscount Budun, who was supposed to be guarding him, had long since disappeared.
Xi Wei’s expression was cold and silent. After confirming that the daily Villain Mission 3 had been completed, he immediately spurred his horse to Earl Amper’s front and beheaded him with a single sword stroke.
Looking at Earl Amper’s face covered in feces, Xi Wei motioned for the Holy Knights beside him to lift Earl Amper’s head and impale it high on a knight’s lance.
He wheeled his horse around, looked at the chaotic battlefield, took the knight’s lance from the Holy Knight, and drove it into the ground with a thundering roar:
“Surrender, or die!”
