Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

"Boom!"

A deafening roar...

Everybody on the battlefield saw a purple-black thunderbolt tearing through the sky, penetrating the heavy clouds, and striking the divine arts barrier of the Golden Tent Tribe.

The terrifying power carried a majestic aura, instilling a sense of awe.

This was the Divine Punishment.

The desecration of the statue by several players had once again triggered the True God's Divine Punishment!

Although this time the Divine Punishment hesitated for a moment before striking, it ultimately descended.

And at the very moment the Divine Punishment hit, the divine arts barrier, barely maintained under the bombardment of the catapults, finally reached its limit and collapsed suddenly, turning into countless flying silver particles...

Purple-black lightning danced above the Golden Tent Tribe, spreading with the collapse of the divine arts barrier...

On top of the stockade wall, the Half-Beast priests maintaining the defensive divine arts were turned to ash under the lightning before they could even scream.

Only the High Priest, who had reached the Lower Gold rank, was fortunate enough to survive.

But even though he survived, he coughed up blood violently, his face turning ashen, and in an instant, he seemed to age decades, like an elderly man on the verge of death...

He didn't look like he had long to live.

On top of the stockade wall, a strange silence fell.

The surviving Half-Beasts gazed blankly at the sky, dazed, as if they hadn't recovered from the Divine Punishment.

Peals of thunder echoed from the sky; they were the storm clouds prompted by the Divine Punishment.

The next second, raindrops the size of beans mixed with snow fell, drenching the Half-Beasts and freezing them to the core...

The defensive divine arts barrier was broken.

From the direction of the Elf Army came a tidal wave of cheers.

Li Mu, filled with excitement, raised his command sword high and shouted hoarsely,

"The divine arts are broken! Hear my command, full army attack! Begin the siege—!"

Once he finished, the thirty-thousand strong Elf Army stirred restlessly.

The passionate background music suddenly changed, turning into a more magnificent, uplifting symphony, as if sounding the charge.

Listening to such music, players' eyes turned crimson, adrenaline rushing.

"Siege!"

Someone shouted excitedly amidst the crowd.

"Siege!"

Other players began to echo.

As if triggering a chain reaction, after a few players shouted, more players continued to cry out,

"Siege!"

"Siege! Siege! Siege—!"

The voices grew from small to large, from chaotic to orderly, finally transforming into a collective roar of thirty-thousand,

"Charge! Siege!"

"For the Goddess, for the Elf Clan!"

The resounding, majestic voices drowned out the thunder in the sky, overshadowed the pouring rain, echoing across the vast battlefield, causing even the earth to tremble.

On top of the stockade wall, hearing these voices, the Half-Beasts turned pale, their expressions filled with fear.

Besides their shock, there was a hint of frightened bewilderment.

No such army had ever appeared in the Segis World...

The siege hammers and ballistae were pushed out by the players, and the ladders were shouldered up by them.

Immediately, the thirty-thousand strong army initiated a charge from four directions simultaneously!

The irises banner was hoisted high by the players, who drew their weapons and surged towards the city walls like a tidal wave.

The archer players shot their bows while charging, and a dozen trebuchets continued to hurl projectiles. But this time, without the divine arts barrier, the Golden Tent Tribe was utterly defenseless.

Massive "meteors" ablaze crashed into the Half-Beast's tribe, striking the stone-piled stockade wall, causing violent explosions and issuing rolling thundering booms.

Even the torrential rain couldn't extinguish the flames from the exploding magic stones...

In just a brief moment, flames erupted all over the Golden Tent Tribe.

And the makeshift stockade wall, under the bombardment of the trebuchets, was on the brink of collapse, seemingly ready to tumble at any second.

Arrows and elemental bullets turned into a rain of light pouring down on the city wall, but this time, there were also long-range spells.

They were the foremost mage players.

They had entered the range of magic.

Vivid magical glows interwove with the arrows, turning into colorful glimmers filled with hidden dangers, engulfing the stockade wall.

The casualty rate of the defending Half-Beasts began to skyrocket at an exaggerated speed...

The Half-Beasts had no spellcasters other than priests.

At this moment, this became their greatest weakness.

Facing the players' dense long-range magic attacks, without the defensive barrier, they could only barely hold out behind the parapets, almost losing the strength to retaliate.

Soon, the players at the forefront reached the city wall.

If viewed from above, it would be clear that the entire Golden Tent Tribe had been completely surrounded by the dark mass of elves...

The trebuchet attacks ceased.

The final stage of the siege officially began.

The ladders were raised by the players and set against the city walls.

The tank warrior players donned heavy armor, brandishing weapons gleaming with cold light, climbed the city walls, howling under the command's orders...

The ballistae aimed at the towers on the stockade wall, shooting three-meter-long crossbow bolts, exterminating the last resistance of the Half-Beasts bit by bit...

And at the gate, a dozen players clustered around a siege hammer engraved with reinforcement and piercing spells, started to ram the city gate...

"Bang... Bang... Bang...!"