Lin Moyu carefully examined the Linked Scrolls. The three scrolls were infused with imnse energy and were intricately connected, forming a unified system. He had never encountered anything like this before.
“These are special Linked Scrolls developed by the military.” Jiao Zhixiong explained, “All three must be activated together for them to detonate. Activating just one will have no effect. Godly General Lin, once you clear the dungeon, place a scroll at the exit and activate it. As you see, there are three thin lines on the scrolls. Each activation lights up a line, and when all three are activated, a five-second countdown will begin before they explode."
In other words, Lin Moyu would have five seconds to exit the dungeon. It was plenty of ti.
Lin Moyu nodded, "Got it. But I can handle the dungeon alone. No need for the others to join."
Jiao Zhixiong's expression shifted, "Godly General Lin, this is a level 35 hell rank dungeon!"
Mo Xinghe chuckled. "Relax, Colonel Jiao. Godly General Lin always goes solo. He’s more than capable."
Jiao Zhixiong hesitated, eyeing the godly general badge on Lin Moyu’s shoulder. Ultimately, he chose not to argue. His rank was far below Lin Moyu's, so he had no choice but to follow orders.
After a brief pause, Jiao Zhixiong relented, "In that case, please proceed with caution. The other teams will aim to clear their dungeons as quickly as possible."
Lin Moyu gave a nod and entered the dungeon with a scroll.
Jiao Zhixiong signaled the two teams to start their mission, tackling the normal and nightmare rank difficulties. Having cleared those levels before, Jiao Zhixiong felt confident there wouldn't be any major issues.
All three dungeon difficulties had to be cleared and the scrolls detonated simultaneously to destroy the dungeon entirely. The mission’s success rested on Lin Moyu’s shoulders.
As the teams departed, Jiao Zhixiong turned to Mo Xinghe, "Godly General Mo, are you sure Godly General Lin can pull this off?"
Mo Xinghe smiled, "Not only will he succeed, but he’ll probably finish first."
Though he found it hard to believe, but Jiao Zhixiong had no choice but to trust him. He sighed softly, "Alright."
After all, Mo Xinghe wasn’t one to speak lightly, especially as a godly general.
Mo Xinghe chuckled, clearly anticipating how events would unfold. In his hand, he held a disc with three thin lines, identical to those on the Linked Scrolls. Through the disc, they could monitor the status of the scrolls.
...
A familiar environnt and familiar monsters greeted Lin Moyu as he stepped into the dungeon. Though it had been a long ti since his last visit, and the dungeon's level had increased, the monsters’ appearances remained mostly unchanged.
He vividly recalled the first ti he entered this dungeon, struggling against the control-type skills of the monsters. The battle had been anything but smooth, and at the ti, he had found it a real challenge. But now, things were different.
With a thought, Lin Moyu summoned his 17 undead legions.
During his ti at the Chuangshi Institute, he hadn’t rely buried his head in books. He had also been steadily strengthening his undead legions. In just one month, without needing to ditate, he had fully staffed all 17 legions. His forces now comprised 3,400 Skeletal Warriors and 2,890 Skeletal Mages, totaling 6,290 skeletons.
The four basic attributes of the level 37 Skeletal Warriors had reached 68,000, and with status buffs, they soared to 88,400. The spirit attribute of the Skeletal Mages was even more impressive, reaching 158,600. With these attributes, clearing a level 35 dungeon was hardly a challenge.
Lin Moyu, known for clearing higher-level dungeons, especially at hell rank difficulty, found it amusing to be tackling a dungeon beneath his own level for the first ti. It was a rather amusing thought.
The Lich Generals accompanying him unleashed their skill, bathing the undead legions in a soft white glow as they applied status buffs.
At this ti, two Dragonkind-type monsters approached from the front.
Curious to see how much stronger this dungeon had beco after the mutation, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell.
[Mutated Dragonkind Spearman (hell enhanced elite monster)]
[Level: 36]
[Strength: 20,000]
[Agility: 15,000]
[Spirit: 10,000]
[Physique: 35,000]
[Skill: Spear Swipe]
[Traits: Imbued with Dragonkind Power, 30% Physical Damage Reduction, 30% Elental Damage Reduction]
These monsters were far too weak. After spending so much ti on the Immorial Battlefield and facing creatures with attributes surpassing 100,000, these dungeon monsters—whose total attributes barely reached 80,000—felt insignificant. In fact, their combined attributes didn’t even equal a single attribute of his Skeletal Warriors.
Lin Moyu had no interest in personally engaging them. His undead legions, bathed in the light of status buffs, surged forward like an unstoppable wave, crushing everything in their path. There was no need to use Corpse Explosion. With only 35,000 points in physique, the monsters’ health was relatively unimpressive. A few slashes from the Skeletal Warriors were enough to take them down.
The undead legions tore through the dungeon effortlessly, sweeping through enemies like a tidal wave. Lin Moyu followed behind, barely needing to do anything as he jogged to keep up with the pace of his army. If anyone saw him, even the most powerful legendary class users, they would be stunned. No one raided dungeons like this—it was essentially monster bullying.
Thanks to the Lich Generals, the control-type abilities of the Dragonkind monsters were completely neutralized. The skeletons swung their blades and cast spells with brutal efficiency.
In just over 10 minutes, Lin Moyu reached the familiar outwall of the dungeon. The wall hadn’t changed—it was just as he rembered it. But there were more monsters now, and among them were new faces. Lin Moyu could feel a distinct aura coming from these creatures—they were true Dragonkind soldiers.
When the Dragonkind saw Lin Moyu, hatred flared in their eyes. Dragonkind aura clung to him, a testant to the countless Dragonkind he had slain.
These Dragonkind soldiers had been deployed to protect the hell rank dungeon. Last ti, they had successfully ambushed the humans raiding the dungeon, successfully repelling the enemy and even claiming two lives.
This ti, however, they were caught off guard. Lin Moyu had co alone, but his undead army was over 6,000 strong.
With a thought, Lin Moyu ordered his legions to charge the gate. A relentless barrage of magic from the Skeletal Mages rained down, engulfing the outwall in a flood of devastating spells. Both the monsters and Dragonkind soldiers were overwheld by the flood of spells. Their hatred for Lin Moyu was just beginning to rise when it was swiftly extinguished by the magical onslaught.
The sturdy gate crumbled in seconds, allowing the legions to flood in and clear out the outwall before advancing deeper into the city.
The Dragonkind-type monsters hidden throughout the city were no match for Lin Moyu’s forces and were swiftly eliminated.
Only 20 minutes after entering the dungeon, Lin Moyu stood before the final boss. Although the boss had leveled up and its attributes had improved, but its form remained familiar. What was new, however, was the presence of 1,000 Dragonkind soldiers behind the boss, standing in a well-disciplined square formation, ready for battle. For an ordinary five-person party, this army would have been impossible to overco. But they were not facing an ordinary party—they were up against Lin Moyu.
At the front of the army stood a Dragonkind commander, fully armored, his expression grim. From the mont Lin Moyu had entered the dungeon, the commander had sensed his presence, but he hadn’t anticipated how swiftly Lin Moyu would breach the city. In just 20 minutes, the invader had reached them, having torn through the dungeon’s defenses without even slowing down. The commander’s instincts scread one word as he sized up Lin Moyu: danger.
On the commander’s order, the Dragonkind troops charged at Lin Moyu, the Outpost Guardian boss joining them. Though vastly outnumbered, the Dragonkind soldiers fought with fierce determination.
"Your courage is comndable, but unfortunately..." Lin Moyu’s voice was calm, his expression unshaken. Numbers ant nothing to him. In fact, the more enemies there were, the faster the Outpost Guardian would fall.
The level-37 Dragonkind soldiers, regardless of their class or strength, couldn’t withstand the might of the Skeletal Warriors. As for the Skeletal Mages, their continuous barrage of spells wiped out large swaths of the enemy in an instant.
A red light flashed—Lin Moyu unleashed Damage Curse, amplifying the destruction.
Explosions rocked the battlefield, and within seconds, the thousand-strong Dragonkind force was decimated. The blasts continued, erupting more than a dozen tis in just three seconds.
The Outpost Guardian, having barely reached the undead troops, fell with a resounding crash. With every fallen body, Lin Moyu's attacks grew stronger; he didn’t fear numbers.
The Dragonkind commander trembled, disbelief in his eyes as he faced the concentrated fire of the Skeletal Mages.
The countdown halted at 23 minutes and 15 seconds.
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