Chapter 297: One Person Has to Do It All—Is He Crazy?

Thunderous and overwhelming, the Dragon Race siege warship glittered with dazzling light in the night sky.

Each massive Magic Crystal Ball gathered immense magic, and suddenly unfurled a gigantic canopy like a huge umbrella, firmly enveloping the entire legion within.

The Magic Crystal not only blocked the enemy's thunderous barrage, but also absorbed the thunder's energy, converting it into its own power.

The crystal's diameter exceeds a hundred meters, and the energy it contains is astonishing.

The thunder attacks clanged noisily on the shield, with electric arcs dancing wildly across its surface, yet to no effect.

The Magic Crystal on the siege warship continuously shimmered with multicolored light, absorbing massive attacks, making its power grow ever stronger.

Lin Suqiu did not cease the assault; his gaze grew solemn, "The Dragon Race siege warship, integrating offense and defense, is indeed formidable."

Luo Jun said in a deep voice, "It is absorbing your attacks and converting them into its own power."

Zhang Ting added in a deep tone, "Yes, I let it absorb fully. Only when it launches an attack will be my chance."

Luo Jun trusted Lin Suqiu's judgment and said not a single useless word.

On the battlefield, doubts should be avoided as much as possible.

Lin Suqiu fell silent, fully concentrating on controlling the Fortress formation.

The attack power intensified again, the thunder grew wilder, and it seemed Lin Suqiu was attempting to break the Dragon Race's defense.

However, the Magic Crystal became increasingly radiant.

Finally it reached its limit, accompanied by a deafening sound.

It fired a massive beam of light straight at the Fortress.

The beam's diameter exceeded fifty meters, its contained energy unimaginable.

The beam rose a hundred meters above the ground, yet the earth beneath it vanished one after another,

the ground disappeared silently.

As if scorched by infinite high‑temperature flame, it vaporized instantly.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes; this strike was powerful, comparable to a Demon King's attack.

He didn't know whether the Fortress's defense could withstand it.

The beam slammed into the Fortress's shield, causing the entire Fortress to shudder briefly.

The shield glittered, brighter than ever before.

Luo Jun's complexion was not good, "Since I have been guarding Fortress No. 6, I've never seen a defensive reaction this intense."

This attack is the strongest the Fortress No. 6 has ever faced.

Whether it could hold out, he had no confidence.

Lin Suqiu remained silent, his eyes now sparkling.

In his eyes, one formation rune after another flickered.

Faster and stronger.

His whole body's power surged wildly, the formation roared.

With a booming sound, it was like the final string snapping.

The Fortress's shield shattered like glass.

Simultaneously, the countless thunders that had cloaked the Dragon Race's heads vanished, converging into a terrifying hundred‑meter giant thunder that crashed down.

The shield that had constantly protected the Ya Long Army shattered in response.

The thunder pierced down with pinpoint accuracy, landing on the siege warship.

The Magic Crystal on the siege warship also exploded, and the entire ship burst open.

The Dragon Race near the warship were all affected, blown apart, and the siege warship fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and shattering.

"Hahaha!"

"In the end, I still won!"

Lin Suqiu burst into laughter; in this contest, he was the ultimate victor.

As he had said, only at the instant the Dragon Race warship launches an attack is there a chance to break the opponent.

He achieved it.

Even though it was his first encounter with a Dragon Race siege warship, he still found its flaw.

The formation master works this way, seeking the enemy's weakness in the minutiae.

He won, though he paid a price.

The Fortress No. 6's shield was destroyed, unable to be restored for now.

Next comes the moment of close combat between the Shenlong Army and the Ya Long Army.

He reactivated the formation amid his laughter, exhausting his remaining strength, "Forbidden Void!"

The Fortress that had just dimmed now shone brilliantly again.

The massive Aura flickered in the sky, spanning a hundred‑kilometer radius, becoming a Forbidden Void Zone.

No Divine Level mage nor special skill is required.

The formation master can use the formation to create an immensely large Forbidden Void Zone.

It strips all races of their flight ability, depriving them of aerial advantage.

Knights riding Ya Longs descended from the sky; the Dragon Race had long anticipated this and showed no panic.

They launched a Charge as soon as they touched the ground.

The Ya Long Army, numbering over ten thousand, had nearly a thousand Ya Long Knights at the front.

Behind them were archers, then mages, and finally healers.

At the rear of the Ya Long Army, one person did not join the Charge.

That is the support for the entire legion, similar to a Legion Overlord specialist, responsible for the condition of the whole force.

The Dragon Army formed a formation, orderly and impressive in might.

The emitted killing intent linked heaven and earth, as if a solid pressure pressed down.

It has been over a thousand years since the Dragon Race set foot on the Alien Battlefield; they intend to fully display their strength in this battle.

Defeat the Human Race and smoothly occupy the Alien Battlefield.

Then using the Alien Battlefield as a base, launch continuous attacks on the Human Race and the Abyss.

Repay the vengeance of an arrow from a thousand years ago.

Every Dragon soldier's eyes brimmed with intense killing intent; at this moment the Fortress's shield had already been breached, about to usher in the real

battle.

Jiang Chen watched, murmuring, "A total of 9,600 people, 800 squads, 12 per team."

Each squad has 3 Knights, 3 archers, 3 mages, and 3 healers.

The grouping method differs slightly from ours.

Three healers, plus the Dragon Race's strong vitality, make the unit's endurance extremely high.

They don't rank by profession, only by Bloodline strength; this differs from our Human Race.

While Jiang Chen was pondering, the Ya Long Army drew nearer.

Luo Jun swung his Magic sword, releasing the final state before battle began.

Skill: Morale Boost

"Morale Boost: Cast away fear, raise fighting spirit. Within 10 minutes, defense rises 30%, attack rises 30%."

All the Human Army have already prepared.

The city gates flung open; the first troops surged out, standing in strict formation.

On the city walls, mages and archers also readied themselves.

At this moment Jiang Chen leapt from the wall, ran straight outside, appearing at the front of the Human Army.

Then, as if taking a stroll, he walked toward the Dragon Army.

Seeing Jiang Chen's action, everyone widened their eyes, not understanding his intent.

"What is he going to do!"

"Has this guy gone mad?"

"Does he intend to sacrifice himself?"

"The opposite side is the Dragon legion, a ten‑thousand‑person legion; what can you do alone?"

"Crazy, this guy is truly crazy."

"The Aura of genius made him lose reason, an arrogant fool."

Someone called Jiang Chen from behind, urging him to return.

But Jiang Chen ignored it, continuing forward.

On the command platform, Luo Jun was also stunned, muttering, "He

what is this for."

Lin Suqiu shook her head, indicating she didn't know.

Luo Jun said gravely, "Before the Third Transcendence, even the strongest single person cannot match a legion; this guy must be mad. No, I must go fetch him back."

Just as he was about to act, Lin Suqiu grabbed him, "No hurry, look…"

Luo Jun's eyes widened; he saw one Undead Legion after another appearing beside Jiang Chen.

Not only him, even those who had just scoffed at Jiang Chen's sacrifice fell silent.

Fifteen Undead Legions appeared orderly beside Jiang Chen.

The ground of the Alien Battlefield was stirred by gusts of ominous wind.

Although the Undead Legions were fewer than the Dragon legion, their might was no less.

The Lich General simultaneously cast a skill, white light soaring skyward, illuminating the earth.

Jiang Chen intends one man against one army.

Even the charging Ya Long Army froze for a moment.

Then someone shouted, "Undead Legion, it's Jiang Chen!"

"The Dragon King commands: kill Jiang Chen, reward High-level Bloodline, and you may enter the ancestral Dragon pool once!"

"Kill Jiang Chen!"

At that moment, the Ya Long Army surged toward Jiang Chen, massive killing intent crashing onto him.

His deeds on the Ancient Battlefield have already been reported to the Dragon Clan World.

Among the Dragon Race, he has already made the kill‑list.

Jiang Chen was unfazed; the Undead Legions contracted in an instant, encircling him at the center.

Then they, together with Jiang Chen, charged toward the Ya Long Army.

Jiang Chen acted first, a fingertip point releasing Red Light across the sky.

Skill: Slow Curse!

The Curse took effect; all Dragon Race movements slowed instantly.

"Curse!"

Healers hurriedly cast skills to dispel the Curse.

Curse.

Skill: Poison Star Ring!

A flash of green light burst, the Poison Star Ring swiftly swept through the air, carrying intense toxic elements.

A large number of Dragon Race were collectively poisoned.

One by one they seemed struck hard, each letting out a wretched cry.

Although they are all above Level 50, they cannot ignore an attack of 14,000 points of force.

And they have to endure it every second.

Their vitality is draining rapidly.

The healers in the Dragon Team are swamped.

They must lift the Curse while also providing healing.

The Dragon Race mages and Archers launch attacks simultaneously.

Thousands of mages and Archers act at the same time.

In an instant, Arrow Rain filled the sky, meteors rained down, completely enveloping Jiang Chen and his Undead Legion.

Seeing this, everyone inside the Fortress couldn't help but swallow.

How could this possibly be stopped!