200: Chapter 200 The All-Out Offensive Begins, Dragon Flame Pushes Open the Way

Outside Black Wind Valley, a million-strong army pressed up to the city walls.

The outer traps were all cleared.

The sentry posts were all uprooted.

Qing Yan retreated into the inner city with the rebels, leaving behind only the broken outer walls and a group of pale-faced defenders.

The players' support signs were still held up at the very front.

[Lin Family Army will win!]

[Qing Yan must die!]

The waves of sound rose higher and higher, shaking the rebels on the walls until their hands trembled.

Qing Yu walked quickly behind Lin Zhe and said in a low voice: "Sir, the Vanguard Army, Dragon Race elites, and Imperial Army are all in position."

Ao Ningshuang gripped the dragon blood sword, her silver eyes frighteningly cold: "Just waiting for your word."

Lin Zhe stood on high ground, his plain robes fluttering in the wind.

He glanced at the outer walls of Black Wind Valley.

That wall was indeed thick.

It was cast from black stone mixed with dragon bones, with broken dark patterns carved upon it.

If the soldiers were made to charge blindly, many would die.

But Lin Zhe never liked using his own people to fill the gaps.

He spoke indifferently: "Bring out the Dragon Flame Bombs."

Qing Yu's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

The next second, the army formation in the rear automatically parted.

Rumble!

Heavy transport vehicles were pushed forward one by one.

On the vehicles sat pitch-black dark dragon flame bombs, their surfaces crawling with blood-colored dragon patterns, emitting a violent and scorching aura.

These were all seized from Qing Yan previously.

Altogether, there were more than sixty of them.

Originally, they were Qing Yan's trump cards intended to blow up Lin Zhe, the Dragon Domain, and the ore veins.

Now, they had all become Lin Zhe's opening salvo for the siege.

The players exploded with excitement upon seeing this scene.

"Holy shit! Dragon Flame Bombs!"

"More than sixty? Isn't that Qing Yan's previous stock?"

"Using the enemy's bombs to blow up the enemy's walls, this is just too satisfying!"

"Won't Qing Yan be fuming with rage when he sees this?"

On the walls, the rebels also clearly saw those Dragon Flame Bombs.

Many people's legs went weak on the spot.

"Those are our Dragon Flame Bombs!"

"How did they all end up in their hands?"

"Quick, hide! It's no joke when those things explode!"

Toward the inner city, Qing Yan had just retreated to the front of the palace when he heard the cries of alarm outside and whipped his head around.

When he saw the rows of dark dragon flame bombs outside the city, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Damn it!"

"Those things... how could they be using those things to attack the city!"

No one dared to answer.

Because everyone knew.

Qing Yan had sent them out himself.

On the high platform, Lin Zhe raised his hand.

Pale gold rule light patterns spread silently, landing on the outer layer of all the Dragon Flame Bombs.

It wasn't to enhance the explosion core.

It was just to lock the direction, stabilize the trajectory, and prevent accidental injury to their own side.

Qing Yu shouted the order: "Everyone, retreat thirty paces!"

"Launch array, prepare!"

Dragon Race engineers and player craftsmen stepped forward simultaneously, mounting the dark dragon flame bombs into temporary launchers.

Clack, clack, clack!

The winches were pulled to their limit.

The crossbow arms were taut.

More than sixty Dragon Flame Bombs were simultaneously aimed at the outer wall of Black Wind Valley.

The world seemed to fall silent at this moment.

All the players held their breath.

All the Dragon Race soldiers gripped their weapons.

Lin Zhe's gaze was calm as he uttered only two words.

"Fire."

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More than sixty dark dragon flame bombs tore through the air simultaneously, turning into a shower of black-red meteors that slammed violently into the outer walls of Black Wind Valley!

The next second.

The explosions merged into a single roar!

Rumble!!!

Flames soared into the sky!

The Dark Dragon Flame exploded, and a wave of black-red fire instantly engulfed the entire section of the wall.

The dark patterns on the city wall had just lit up when they were torn apart by the first wave of explosions.

The second wave of fire pressed in; black stones shattered, dragon bones snapped, and the entire wall structure collapsed frantically like it was made of paper!

The third, fourth, and fifth waves of explosions crashed down one after another.

Half the sky was dyed crimson.

Debris, broken wood, black armor, and weapons were hurled into the air by the shockwave, then rained down like a storm.

The rebels on the wall couldn't even finish their screams before being swallowed by the explosions.

"Ahhh—!"

"Save me!"

"The wall is collapsing!"

"Run! Run fast!"

Boom!

Another section of the wall collapsed.

The outer defensive line collapsed by more than half on the spot.

The world channel completely exploded.

"Satisfying!!!"

"Qing Yan's Dragon Flame Bombs blowing up Qing Yan's wall!"

"This is called returning things to their original owner!"

"The outer wall is just gone! Charge, brothers!"

Ao Ningshuang's silver eyes were cold as the dragon blood sword suddenly unsheathed.

"Dragon Race, hear my command!"

"Kill!"

Qing Yu also raised her hand at the same time: "Vanguard Army, advance!"

Boom!

A million players moved instantly.

Shield Warriors took the lead, charging forward over the still-smoking rubble.

Archers' magic-breaking arrows fell like rain.

The Mage groups hurled waves of fireballs, ice spears, and lightning chains into the gaps.

Assassin squads slipped through the broken walls in the chaos, specifically targeting rebel commanders who still tried to organize resistance.

The Dragon Race elites were even more ruthless.

Silver Dragons swept through the low sky, their dragon breath scouring the broken battlements, forcing the remaining rebels to drop their armor and flee.

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

"Qing Yan is finished! I surrender!"

The outer rebels completely collapsed.

Some knelt with their hands up.

Some threw down their weapons and ran back.

Others tried to slip away in the chaos, but were knocked over by players' clubs as soon as they turned around.

The Vanguard Army encountered no decent resistance at all.

They rolled right over them.

In ten minutes, they tore open a gap in the wall.

In twenty minutes, they uprooted the remaining strongholds in the outer city.

In less than half an hour, the outer defensive line of Black Wind Valley was completely lost.

Players charged all the way to the inner city gates, the ground beneath them covered in dropped equipment and discarded rebel weapons.

"Hahaha! You call this a defensive line?"

"I haven't even had my fill of hacking, why are they all kneeling!"

"Don't worry, there's more in the inner city!"

"Qing Yan is inside!"

At the inner city gates, the remaining rebels were pushed back until they had nowhere to go.

The heavy Black Iron Gates were tightly shut, with the sound of chaotic footsteps constantly coming from behind them.

Qing Yan hid in the inner city palace, his face already as white as a corpse's.

The sounds of explosions, battle cries, and surrenders outside hammered into his ears one by one.

"Useless!"

"A whole bunch of useless trash!"

He clutched his still-aching mouth and said hoarsely: "Deploy everyone to the inner city gates!"

"Black Dragon Guard, Personal Guards, and the remaining death soldiers—all of you, push forward for this elder!"

"Whoever dares to retreat, this elder will kill them first!"

The order was passed down.

The remaining rebels were forced to crowd behind the inner city gates.

There was no will to fight on their faces, only fear.

Outside the city, the million-strong Vanguard Army had already formed ranks.

Dragon Race elites held the flanks.

Ao Ningshuang stood at the very front, the dragon blood sword pointing toward the inner city.

Lin Zhe walked slowly to the front of the formation, looking at the tightly closed gates, his expression still calm.

Behind the gates were Qing Yan's last remnants.

Outside the gates was the Lin Family Army, already seeing red.

Flames were still burning on the ruins of the outer city.

The shouts of the players rose again.

"Break the gates!"

"Break the gates!"

"Break the gates!"