Chapter 297: Chapter 39: A Volley of Myriad Arrows! Plague Poison! Explosive Burst Damage

Passing through, the Evil Dragon Jinli ignored the fleeing Imperial civilians and Lord Players, his gaze locked on the city where Fenrir was. He flew straight toward the north of the Empire.

Standing on the Evil Dragon’s broad back, the Flame Emperor Galukasa glanced at the deserted cities of the Southern Territory below. A deep confusion creased his brow as he asked:

"Why not finish off the Kingdom of Ventecenia first, and then come back to slowly hunt down this special Wolf Woman Sub-human?"

"We were just about to reach the southernmost capital of the Kingdom of Ventecenia."

"All we had to do was level that place."

"The people of Ventecenia, with nowhere left to run, would have all become your food. They wouldn’t have posed any threat to you later on."

"Now that we’ve flown into my country’s territory, it’ll take a lot more time if you want to go back and destroy the Kingdom of Ventecenia later..."

A low, cold laugh rumbled in the Evil Dragon Jinli’s throat, his tone filled with undisguised contempt:

"Hah."

"The reason couldn’t be simpler."

"Letting this group of people barely survive allows them to continuously produce new humans, giving me an infinite supply of the Power of Life."

"But if I were to wipe them all out in one go right now, we’d have to go search for life forms in other Lord Planes later on. That would just be a waste of effort."

"Besides, I already destroyed the strongest batch of Ventecenia’s Extraordinary Soldiers. The trash that’s left isn’t even qualified to annoy me. Whether I kill them or not is completely irrelevant."

The Flame Emperor Galukasa’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Fine."

"I thought you were the type who likes to leave no survivors."

"After all, when you slaughtered my Imperial soldiers, you showed not a shred of mercy. You sprayed every last one of them to death."

While they spoke, the Evil Dragon and the Flame Emperor had tracked Fenrir to the Royal City, the capital in the Empire’s Central Region.

By now, the Imperial Royal City was completely deserted. All the native Imperial troops that Qin Feng had previously arranged here to defend against the Void Creatures had already retreated to the cities in the Northern Territory, leaving not a single soldier behind as cannon fodder.

Seeing this, the Evil Dragon Jinli snorted, a blast of hot air shooting from his nostrils:

"That bastard!"

"He sure runs fast!"

"It seems he never intended to face me head-on. He just sent a group of cannon fodder to attract my attention and force me to withdraw from Ventecenia’s territory. All to protect that last group of Ventecenians and save them from utter annihilation."

Hearing this, the Flame Emperor Galukasa gazed at the desolate Royal City in the distance. His brow furrowed, and he asked slowly, his voice laced with caution:

"Could this be a trap?"

"I have a feeling there’s something strange about their actions. What’s the point of blindly fleeing north like this?"

"Wouldn’t it be better to make a stand in the Imperial capital, the Royal City? They could use the No-Fly Magic Array and Magic Cannons to fight you head-on and see if they could stop you."

"If they keep running, they’ll be caught sooner or later, only to die under your Dragon Breath."

The Evil Dragon Jinli’s tone was unruffled as he replied calmly:

"It doesn’t matter."

"Even if this Lord Player named Tingfeng has a sliver of divinity about him, his current strength is, at best, only slightly above the level of those other ’players.’ He can’t surpass the game rules they’ve established."

"And as long as a Pseudo-God doesn’t show up in person, there is absolutely no way to defeat me, a Divine Chosen dragon who commands the Abyssal Power."

"Whatever schemes or plots he has, I’ll just spray them all to death. Problem solved."

The words had barely left his mouth when the Evil Dragon Jinli’s gaze suddenly sharpened, a note of surprised suspicion entering his voice:

"Wait... what is that? The Elf Race? How can there be survivors of the Elf Race? Nesia and her group should have slaughtered every last one of them hundreds of years ago, right?"

’Could they be the ones who got away, who hid in secret back then?’

’And that guy Tingfeng found them?’

At that moment, the Evil Dragon Jinli’s mind was entirely focused on Fenrir. This highly focused, long-distance Observation naturally led him to discover a previously overlooked key detail: Wood Elf soldiers, whom Qin Feng had persuaded to surrender using his "More Wild Monsters" Talent, were silently appearing in his Field of View.

But the Evil Dragon Jinli’s surprise was fleeting, and in the next second, he returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor.

’Survivors of the Elf Race?’

’Skilled at archery?’

’Capable of heavily damaging an Ancient Giant Dragon flying high in the sky?’

’So what?’

’I am a Divine Chosen One, personally appointed by the Primordial Deities born of this world!’

’I possess a host of Heaven-defying Level Abyssal Talents!’

’I am Invincible!’

The thought had barely formed when the Evil Dragon Jinli flapped his wings and accelerated, his flying form leaving an afterimage in the sky.

After all, since his Resurrection, he had never tasted a creature of the Elf Race. This was the perfect opportunity to try a new flavor.

Soon, the Evil Dragon Jinli—carrying the Flame Emperor Galukasa and his retinue of Abyssal Believer Commanders—arrived at the final battlefield Qin Feng had long since chosen: the Northern Great Wall.

This structure was the highest-level wall in the entire Lord World. At over a hundred meters tall, it was just high enough for ordinary archers to meet the minimum range requirement, giving them a chance to hit the Evil Dragon Jinli’s body with their arrows.

’He chose the Great Wall for our decisive battle?’

"Heh heh!"

"He actually has some foresight!"

"Compared to the Gulad Empire’s capital, the Royal City, this Great Wall is indeed a much better place to deal with an Ancient Giant Dragon like me who can fly high in the sky!"

"But can your ordinary archers really break through my physical defense?"

With that thought, the Evil Dragon Jinli immediately took the offensive. He circled directly above the Great Wall and unleashed torrent after torrent of pure black Dragon Breath upon the Imperial and Sub-human archers waiting in formation.

The searing flames of Darkness instantly engulfed the entire position, burning all the archers into unrecognizable black corpses.

At that exact moment, Qin Feng shouted his orders to the men on the wall, his voice steady and powerful:

"Fire!"

"Stick strictly to the plan!"

"Remember, do not fire any extra arrows unless I give the command!"

As soon as he spoke, the massive army of archers, who had long been ready, all drew their bowstrings in unison.

In an instant, an Arrow Rain of over one hundred thousand arrows coated with Plague Poison shot toward the Evil Dragon Jinli, flying from both the top of the Great Wall and from the ground below.

Just as Qin Feng had expected, the vast majority of the archers’ attacks couldn’t even break through the Evil Dragon Jinli’s defense, only dealing a mandatory 0.01 damage to him.

Even Diablo’s potent Plague Poison could only inflict 0.01 points of mandatory Poisoned damage per second.

All the attacks combined only amounted to a few thousand points of damage.

Factoring in the time it took for the archers to draw and charge their bows, and for the arrows to travel through the air, even with hundreds of thousands of ordinary and Extraordinary Archers firing in turns, it was like trying to scratch an itch through a boot. Against the Evil Dragon Jinli, who could recover over 2,500 Life Value per second, they couldn’t effectively suppress him at all.

’Thankfully!’

’I stockpiled enough Wood Elf Archers beforehand!’

’Although their Soldier Level isn’t particularly high, their innate, powerful Archery Talent allows them to accurately shoot any target in the sky within a few hundred meters, right from the ground!’

’Now... it’s your turn to fight!’

"Go!"

"Everyone, first volley!"

Once the order was given, the ordinary archers hidden inside the Great Wall and the Wood Elf Archers waiting on the ground all emerged from their hiding places.

The next second, a new Arrow Rain poured down on the Evil Dragon Jinli, who was still frantically spewing Dragon Breath from high in the sky.

Because Qin Feng had just figured out the approximate damage each volley could deal, this coordinated volley mobilized a million troops.

This single wave of attacks was enough to inflict a terrifying ten thousand-plus damage on the Evil Dragon Jinli. By coordinating it with the combat squads of varying sizes that he had arranged beforehand, and by mastering the duration of the Plague Poison, he could precisely force the Evil Dragon Jinli’s Blood Volume down, step by step, to his preset kill threshold.

"Wh-what is this!?"

"Poison!?"

"What poison is this powerful!?"

The sudden Arrow Rain hadn’t fazed the Evil Dragon Jinli in the slightest, but the lethal poison hidden within it made him instantly turn pale with fright.

In just a moment, his Blood Volume had plummeted by more than ten thousand.

What was even more terrifying was that the health bar above the Evil Dragon Jinli’s head was continuously draining over ten thousand Blood Volume per second... At this rate, he would perish here in just seven or eight more seconds.