Apocalypse Gachapon

The Drake Legion was being decimated by Lin Moyu. The seemingly powerful Dragonkind Archers and Mages were falling like wheat to the scythe, dying in the explosions.

Ni Jun was stunned by Lin Moyu’s overwhelming power. His skill seemed to ignore the difference in levels, though the exact mechanics were unclear. What was clear, however, was its terrifying capacity for mass slaughter.

Amidst the carnage, Ni Jun felt a vague sense of danger, as if something ominous was approaching. Zhang Qian, sensing it too, spoke in a low voice, “Something’s off.”

Ni Jun, though still reeling from shock, kept his eyes on the battlefield. “The enemy's legion support is too calm. It’s like he doesn’t care.”

His gaze fixed on the rear of the Drake Legion, where their legion support stood detached, displaying no fear or concern despite the slaughter. His indifference felt unnerving—almost conspiratorial.

Zhang Qian added grimly, “It’s not just him. Look at their troops. By now, any normal force would’ve had a complete collapse in morale. But these Dragonkind soldiers—despite their fear, anger, and anxiety—seem unnaturally rigid. And the Knights, Mages, and Archers—they all seem like they made from the same mold.”

Following Zhang Qian’s observation, Ni Jun understood he was right.

Suddenly, Zhang Qian exclaimed, “Their legion support is taking action.”

The figure at the back, quiet until now, suddenly thrust his stave into the ground. A bright light surged, forming a complex magic formation. A teleportation channel suddenly appeared above, and a Dragonkind leaped out.

This Dragonkind stood over 5 meters tall, with a powerful build, clad in massive armor and wielding a platinum rank spear. What was most striking were the decorative horns adorning his head, legs, and knees.

“Is that a Dragonkind Battle General?” Ni Jun asked, uncertain.

Zhang Qian quickly used the Demon Watcher Eye, and his face darkened, “Yes. A level 70 Dragonkind Battle General.”

A level 70 Dragonkind Battle General was as strong as a human top-level class user who had undergone their third class awakening. With each level beyond 60, the power gap widened exponentially. Reaching level 70 and completing the third class awakening marked a qualitative transformation, not just for humans but for all races.

At level 70, a Dragonkind could be called a battle general. From that point onward, their path diverged entirely from that of humans.

A thousand years ago, humanity had clashed with Dragonkind Battle Generals, with both sides experiencing victories and defeats. No one could definitively say which race had the superior evolution path, but it clearly illustrated the formidable strength of Dragonkind Battle Generals.

Ni Jun's face grew stern, “What happened to the suppression formation? How did a level 70 Dragonkind get through?”

Zhang Qian replied gravely, “Fortress No. 9 must be under immense pressure. They likely reduced power to the suppression formation, giving the Dragonkind this opportunity.”

That was the only plausible explanation. The Dimensional Battlefield’s suppression formation, maintained by Fortresses No. 1 through No. 9 and a network of nodes, strictly limited the maximum level permitted in each area. In theory, no level 70 figure should be here. The fact that one had appeared meant that Fortress No. 9 was straining under heavy pressure, resulting in a reduction in the energy supplied to the formation.

“I’ve already requested reinforcements from Fortress No. 8.” Zhang Qian said, “Hopefully they’ll send a top-level class user, but it might take time.”

Ni Jun, looking somber, responded, “Luckily, Lin Moyu still has his skeletons. We should be able to hold out.”

As soon as the Dragonkind Battle General arrived, he charged at Lin Moyu. Though the flight restriction zone kept him grounded, his speed was astonishing, as fast as an arrow, causing cracks to form on the ground beneath his feet.

Meanwhile, the Dragonkind legion support wasn’t idle. He raised his stave and released another spell. A brilliant light shot into the sky, forming a glowing orb that blazed like a miniature sun over the battlefield. Under its radiant light, the undead legions rapidly vanished, and in the blink of an eye, none remained on the battlefield. The undead legions were unsummoned.

Lin Moyu quickly realized his summons were now restricted—he couldn’t call forth any more skeletons. The glowing orb in the sky had the same effect as a Seal Summon Talisman.

“This is bad!” Ni Jun gasped, visibly alarmed.

Zhang Qian was equally shocked, “I’ll push for reinforcements to arrive faster.”

Without his summons, Lin Moyu—a Summoner—seemed defenseless. The people in the fortress watching the battle grew anxious.

“This is trouble.”

“How can he fight without his summons?”

“That new Dragonkind seems stronger than the entire Drake Legion.”

“Judging by his aura, he must be level 70—on par with our top-level class users.”

“Should we go and help him?”

But amid their panic, someone noticed, “Wait—look at Lin Moyu. He’s not panicking at all.”

At that moment, the Drake Legion had been nearly obliterated, with only a few stragglers remaining. Near Lin Moyu, the ground was littered with bodies. A soft, white glow enveloped him—he had leveled up. The 10,000 Dragonkind, all above level 50, had granted him an astronomical amount of EXP, propelling him to level 37. Even his military badge transformed, turning from gold to purple—godly general military rank.

“Die!” A thunderous voice boomed as the Dragonkind Battle General leapt into the air, bringing down his spear with tremendous force. Even before the strike landed, the ground beneath cracked, and nearby corpses were flung hundreds of meters away.

The Dragonkind Battle General had clearly realized that Lin Moyu could use the corpses in battle and sought to eliminate them. Following his summoning skills, his Corpse Explosion skill was also restricted.

The Bone Armor on Lin Moyu glowed brightly, emitting cracking sounds. Even the residual energy from the attack was enough to nearly shatter it.

“The power of that attack is on another level.” Lin Moyu thought, feeling the pressure.

At this moment, the Enhance Troops skill had 10 seconds remaining, representing Lin Moyu's peak strength, with his spirit force exceeded 70,000, which more than doubled the attack power of his skills. Additionally, his skills dealt an extra 500% of damage. In this state, his attack power was nearly ten times its usual level.

Skill: Damage Curse!

A red light shot from his hand, followed by a flash of white.

Skill: Bone Fangs!

Lin Moyu raised his right hand, pointing at the Dragonkind Battle General. A blinding volley of 1,480 Bone Fangs shot forth, sealing off every possible escape route.

The Dragonkind Battle General roared and swung his spear with all his might. His strike cleaved through the mass of Bone Fangs, forcefully carving a path.

But Lin Moyu remained calm, a flicker of Soul Blaze igniting in his hand. Though the Dragonkind Battle General could break through Bone Fangs, he couldn’t evade Soul Blaze.

A barely visible spark flashed across the Dragonkind Battle General’s forehead. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the battlefield. Even a level 70 Dragonkind Battle General couldn’t endure the agonizing pain of a direct soul attack—especially with Soul Blaze enhanced by the Enhance Troops skill, amplifying both the damage and the torment.

The Dragonkind Battle General, unable to hold his spear steady, faltered. His skill was interrupted, and he crashed to the ground.

Lin Moyu sneered, “You may be the first Dragonkind Battle General I kill.”

Through the Detection spell, Lin Moyu had already assessed his opponent: a level 70 Dragonkind Battle General. Though powerful, he was nowhere near as formidable as a top-level Succubus and the Archaic Luanniao, let alone the Fire Demon King.

When faced with the Archaic Luanniao, even if his summoning skills weren't sealed, he would still flee without hesitation. But against the Dragonkind Battle General? He could fight alone.

Soul Blaze flickered again, and the Dragonkind Battle General let out another agonizing scream.

A green ring of light suddenly erupted around Lin Moyu.

Skill: Poison Star Ring!

The damage was magnified by 500%, inflicting a damage equivalent to 74,000 points of strength per second. The level 70 Dragonkind Battle General groaned in pain, his body wracked with discomfort.

Lin Moyu's right finger glowed once more, unleashing another barrage of Bone Fangs. The deadly projectiles, with their penetrating force, tore through the Dragonkind Battle General, riddling his body with holes. In the brief three seconds it took for the Dragonkind Battle General to crash to the ground, Lin Moyu had executed a series of rapid strikes.

Even after the Dragonkind Battle General hit the ground, Lin Moyu didn’t relent. Bone Fangs continued to rain down in waves—at least three per second—while Soul Blaze burned ceaselessly.

The once-mighty Dragonkind Battle General, who had charged in with overwhelming murderous intent, was now writhing on the ground, screaming in agony. His soul was being scorched by the relentless Soul Blaze, and his body was torn apart by the countless Bone Fangs, his blood staining the earth.

Lin Moyu knew time was running out. His Enhance Troops skill had only three seconds remaining, but that was more than enough to finish the fight.

Suddenly, Lin Moyu noticed a change in the Dragonkind General’s eyes—a look of resignation, mixed with grim determination. It was a look Lin Moyu recognized all too well.

"Let’s die together!" The Dragonkind Battle General snarled, his face contorting into a crazed grin.

Lin Moyu’s expression shifted instantly. He retreated in a flash, sensing the imminent danger.

Boom!