Apocalypse Gachapon

As lightning thundered overhead, the Dragonkind's siege warship shone brilliantly. Its massive magic crystal sphere swiftly projected a vast shield, resembling a colossal umbrella that enveloped the entire legion beneath it. Not only did this barrier deflect the lightning strikes, but it absorbed their energy, converting it into its own power.

The magic crystal sphere, over a hundred meters wide, held an immense reservoir of energy. Bolts of lightning crackled and flashed across the shield, leaving it entirely unharmed. With each strike, the shimmering magic crystal sphere on the siege warship glowed with multicolored light, steadily growing stronger as it absorbed the relentless attacks.

Zhang Qian's relentless assault continued, his face tense with focus, "The Dragonkind’s warship—it combines offense and defense flawlessly."

Ni Jun, observing the growing radiance of the magic crystal sphere, said gravely, "It's absorbing your attacks and converting them into power."

"Let it." Zhang Qian replied, "When it strikes back, that’s when we’ll have our opening."

Ni Jun trusted Zhang Qian's judgment and remained silent. On the battlefield, there was no room for hesitation. Zhang Qian, too, stopped speaking, directing all his focus toward controlling the fortress's formations.

The intensity of the assault increased, and the lightning grew even fiercer, as if Zhang Qian was determined to break through the Dragonkind's defenses. The magic crystal sphere only glowed brighter, until—finally—it reached its peak. With a deafening boom, it unleashed a blinding beam of energy, over 50 meters wide, aimed at the fortress.

Though the beam soared 100 meters above the ground, the land below was instantly vaporized, scorched by its immense heat.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed. The power of this attack was on par with that of a Demon King. Could the fortress withstand it?

The beam collided with the fortress’s shield, sending violent tremors through the structure. The shield flared brilliantly under the assault.

Ni Jun’s expression darkened, "Since I’ve been guarding here, Fortress No. 6 has never faced anything this strong."

This was the most powerful assault the fortress had ever endured, and for the first time, Ni Jun wasn’t certain it could withstand the onslaught.

Zhang Qian remained silent, his eyes gleaming with intensity. In his mind's eye, the formation runes flickered rapidly, their glow becoming brighter and more frequent. With each pulse, they grew stronger. His entire body surged with energy as the formations roared in response to his control. Then, with a thunderous crash, the fortress's shield shattered like glass.

At that moment, the suspended lightning converged into a massive, terrifying thunderbolt, over a hundred meters wide, striking down with a roar. The Dragonkind's shield shattered, and the thunderbolt hit the siege warship dead on. The magic crystal sphere exploded, obliterating the ship.

Nearby Dragonkind were thrown in different directions by the blast as the siege warship crashed to the ground, broken and destroyed.

Zhang Qian burst into triumphant laughter, "Ha-ha-ha-ha! In the end, I won!"

As he had predicted, the Dragonkind's warship revealed its vulnerability only when it attacked. In this contest, he was the victor. Despite it being his first time facing the Dragonkind's siege warship, he had found its weakness. Such was the skill of a Formation Master—uncovering the enemy's soft spots from the subtlest clues.

He had won, though at a great cost. The shield of Fortress No. 6 was shattered and couldn’t be restored anytime soon. Now, the Shenxia army would have to face the Drake Legion in direct combat.

Still brimming with excitement, Zhang Qian activated the remaining power of the formations, "Restricted Airspace!"

The fortress, which had just dimmed, flared to life once more. A massive ring of light flashed across the sky, and the sky within a hundred kilometers was transformed into a flight restriction zone.

A Formation Master, without the need for a Godly Mage or specialized skills, could create a vast flight restriction zone through formations, grounding all races and stripping them of their aerial advantage.

However, the Dragonkind were prepared. Without hesitation, they dismounted from their Drakes and began their charge. The Drake Legion, more than 10,000 strong, advanced in disciplined ranks. At the forefront were nearly a thousand Knight, followed by Archers, Mages, and Healers.

At the rear of the Drake Legion stood one figure—silent, unmoving. This individual, akin to a Legion Overlord, oversaw the entire legion’s condition, guiding them from behind.

The Dragonkind army marched in perfect order, radiating an overwhelming, awe-inspiring aura. The murderous intent they exuded was palpable, pressing down like a suffocating force. For over a thousand years, Dragonkind had not set foot on the Dimensional Battlefield, but now they were determined to make their presence felt.

Their goal was clear: defeat the humans and carve out a stronghold in the Dimensional Battlefield. From there, they would launch relentless assaults against both the humans and the Abyss, seeking vengeance for the grudges from a thousand years ago.

Every Dragonkind soldier's eyes burned with hatred and purpose. The fortress’s shield had fallen—now, the true battle was about to begin.

Lin Moyu silently observed the approaching army and murmured, "9,600 troops in total, 800 teams, 12 per team."

"Each team has 3 Knights, 3 Archers, 3 Mages, and 3 Healers. Their formation is different from ours. With 3 Healers per team and the Dragonkind’s powerful vitality, their endurance in battle is incredible. They don’t differentiate by rank like we do, but by the strength of their bloodlines, which sets them apart from humans."

As Lin Moyu analyzed, the Drake Legion steadily drew closer.

Meanwhile, Ni Jun raised his magic sword, casting a final buff before the battle began.

Skill: Boost Morale

[Boost Morale: dispels fear and raises morale. Increases defense and offense by 30% for 10 minutes.]

The human forces were ready. The fortress's gates swung open, and the first wave of soldiers surged out. On the outwall, Mages and Archers were ready to unleash their attacks.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu leaped from the wall, landing at the very front of the human troops. Without hesitation, he began walking toward the Dragonkind army, as though taking a casual stroll.

Everyone froze, eyes widening in disbelief.

"What is he doing?"

"Has he lost his mind?"

"That’s a Dragonkind army—10,000 strong! What can one man do?"

"He’s insane! Absolutely insane!"

"The title of genius has gone to his head—he’s delusional."

Voices called after Lin Moyu, urging him to turn back, but he paid them no heed. He continued his steady march toward the enemy.

On the command platform, Ni Jun was just as stunned, "What is he trying to do?"

Zhang Qian shook his head, just as baffled.

Ni Jun's expression turned serious, "Before the third-class awakening, no one—no matter how strong—can face an entire army alone. He must be out of his mind. I need to go get him back."

Just as Ni Jun was about to act, Zhang Qian held him back, "Wait, look..."

Ni Jun’s eyes widened in shock as undead legions began to materialize beside Lin Moyu, one after another. The soldiers who had been mocking Lin Moyu moments earlier fell into stunned silence.

Fifteen undead legions appeared in perfect formation next to Lin Moyu, their eerie presence sending a chilling wind across the Dimensional Battlefield. Though they were fewer in number than the Dragonkind army, but their presence was just as imposing.

The Lich Generals acted in unison and cast their spell, and white light surged across the battlefield. Lin Moyu stood ready to face the Drake Legion alone.

Even the charging Drake Legion faltered for a brief moment, stunned by the sight before them. Then someone cried out, "Undead troops—it's Lin Moyu!"

"The Dragonkind King has ordered his death! Kill Lin Moyu, and you’ll be rewarded with an advanced bloodline and access to the Ancestral Dragon Pool!"

"Kill Lin Moyu!"

The Drake Legion roared with renewed fury, their murderous intent crashing toward Lin Moyu like a tidal wave. His infamous deeds on the Immemorial Battlefield had already spread throughout the Dragonkind World. To them, Lin Moyu was a target marked for death.

But Lin Moyu remained calm, unshaken. The undead legions swiftly shifted into a protective circle around him, forming a wall of defense. Then, as one, they charged head-on toward the Drake Legion.

Lin Moyu was the first to act. He raised his hand, and a red light filled the sky.

Skill: Slow Curse!

The curse took immediate effect. The Dragonkind slowed down as if weighed down by invisible chains.

"A curse!" Someone shouted.

The Dragonkind Healers scrambled to dispel it. But Lin Moyu wasn’t done.

Skill: Poison Star Ring!

A burst of green light erupted, and a Poison Star Ring swept through the battlefield like a deadly storm, spreading dense poison element.

A large number of Dragonkind were instantly poisoned, their agonized screams filling the air as if they had been struck by a crushing blow. Despite their strength, all being above level 50, they couldn’t withstand a continuous assault equivalent to 14,000 points in strength per second, their health rapidly draining away, leaving them on the verge of collapse.

The Dragonkind Healers struggled under the pressure, torn between dispelling the curse and healing their comrades. Meanwhile, thousands of Dragonkind Mages and Archers launched a coordinated attack, filling the sky with arrows and raining meteors down upon Lin Moyu and his undead legions. The assault was so overwhelming that it seemed to engulf everything in sight.

Watching from inside the fortress, everyone held their breath. How could anyone survive such an onslaught?