The formations on the Dragonkind warships flared to life, Magic Crystals glowing brightly as they unleashed powerful attacks.
Lin Moyu reacted instantly. His wings humd as he darted through the air, avoiding each strike.
The eight warships advanced relentlessly, their barrage unceasing. But Lin Moyu's agility made him a nearly impossible target.
These warships weren't designed for skirmishing with fast-moving enemies. Their true strength lay in siege warfare.
Against stationary targets, they were devastating.
But against soone like Lin Moyu, it was like firing anti-aircraft cannons at a mosquito, futile.
His sixth sense was razor-sharp. Spirit force extended around him like a net, warning him of danger before it struck.
Dodging at blinding speed, he closed the gap between himself and the warships.
He raised a finger to cast a spell, but then paused.
Below, the mountain range was dotted with countless Lightning Trees. If he used a curse now, it would provoke them.
Lin Moyu wasn’t particularly afraid. But experience had taught him a lesson: disturb the small ones, and the big one follows.
A world rank Lightning Tree boss would complicate things far more than necessary.
The curse was ruled out. Poison Starburst, too. Area-of-effect skills were a no-go.
After a brief pause, Lin Moyu suddenly shot upward, climbing to 2,000 ters.
The Dragonkind warships followed, rising in pursuit.
At this altitude, while he still couldn't safely use wide-range spells like Deterioration Curse and Poison Starburst, skills such as Corpse Explosion and the Elental Liches’ rings of light were now viable.
With a thought, Lin Moyu summoned the undead army and the Elental Liches.
The Fire Lich had been replaced by the Poison Lich.
In the blink of an eye, rings of light blood beneath every skeleton's feet. Six distinct rings flashed alternatively.
Thousands of lightning bolts rained down from the sky, turning the battlefield into a spectacle.
The warships’ shields began to ripple and distort under the assault.
Sheets of ice ford across the warships, slowing them drastically.
But it wasn’t just the exterior under siege, the rings of light pierced the shields, targeting the Dragonkind within.
The Poison Rings were especially devastating: over 30,000 of them stacked, delivering more than 300,000 points of damage per second.
It was like being struck by a 300,000-strength attack every second. No one could survive that for long.
The Dragonkind Healers scrambled, casting healing spells.
anwhile, the warships’ Magic Crystals flared to life, firing a barrage in retaliation.
The Skeletal Berserk Warriors charged straight into the onslaught. Most of the attacks they dodged; the rest, they took head-on.
The warships’ assault wasn’t potent enough to take them down in one blow.
The Comprehensive Link talent distributed the damage throughout the undead ranks, keeping them standing.
Then the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksn joined the offensive, hamring the warships’ shields with relentless force and pushing them to the limit.
Realizing the warships alone couldn’t hold the line, the Dragonkind began leaping into the air, each one a level 70-plus Dragonkind Battle General.
What had started as a display of overwhelming force had turned into a desperate battle. They had severely underestimated him.
Over a thousand Dragonkind Battle Generals surged out from the warships.
Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes, feeling sothing was off.
“Strange… these Dragonkind Battle Generals aren’t right…”
He had fought Dragonkind Battle Generals before.
Those opponents had been quick, alert, and intelligent. You could see the spark of thought behind their eyes.
But these? Their gazes were vacant, like puppets.
Looking closer, Lin Moyu noticed sothing unsettling: their armor, height, and appearance were identical.
Aside from their different classes, there was no telling one from another.
His thoughts raced, flipping through every mory he had of the Dragonkind.
Back in the upper layer of the Immorial Battlefield, the Dragonkind had been sharp and cunning.
But later, in the Dinsional Battlefield, sothing was different about the Dragonkind.
He rembered thinking it odd at the ti.
But he’d been distracted by the murderous aura issue and hadn’t dug deeper.
Now, the pieces were falling into place.
That strange batch from the Dinsional Battlefield… and now these troops standing before him, they shared the sa dullness.
A bold theory ford in Lin Moyu’s mind: “Could the Dragonkind have achieved a breakthrough... allowing them to mass-produce Battle Puppets?”
“If even level 70 Dragonkind Battle Generals could be mass-produced, that would be dreadful.”
Battle Puppets weren’t a new concept. They had appeared in historical records before.
The Dragonkind had deployed them in past wars, but those had been either weak or few in number.
But now, things appeared different.
After a thousand years of isolation, it seed the Dragonkind had made a breakthrough.
The Dragonkind Battle Generals had already clashed with the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.
Lin Moyu didn’t step in. Instead, he stood back, quietly observing.
As the battle unfolded, subtle clues began to erge.
Their movents were stiff and predictable.
Though they possessed the right skills and attributes, their actual combat ability fell short.
They didn’t fight like real Dragonkind Battle Generals.
To confirm his suspicion, Lin Moyu activated Detection.
[Dragonkind Spearman (ordinary battle general)]
[Level: 70]
[Strength: 250,000]
[Agility: 180,000]
[Spirit: 20,000]
[Physique: 200,000]
[Skill: Whirlwind Sweep]
[Trait: Enhanced Defense, Enhanced Dragonkind Scales, Enhanced Curse Resistance]
Level 70 ordinary Dragonkind Battle Generals with total attributes of 650,000, nothing impressive.
It aligned with what Lin Moyu already knew about Dragonkind.
The Dragonkind were split into three bloodline tiers: ordinary, advanced, and atavistic.
Ordinary Dragonkind were stronger than superior rank class users, but not quite as strong as legendary rank class users.
Advanced Dragonkind surpassed legendary rank class users, even outmatching high-tier legendary rank class users.
Atavistic Dragonkind stood at the top. They could go toe-to-toe with humanity’s summit class users.
When it ca to raw attributes alone, the power rankings between the three races were clear. Demons ranked first, Dragonkind second, and Humans last.
But combat prowess depended not just on attributes, but also on skills and synergy
Humans weren’t weak, far from it. Among the three races, they held their own.
Especially after reaching level 70, when they unlocked the ability of flight, their potential skyrocketed.
In certain conditions, they could even surpass the Demons and Dragonkind.
But sothing didn’t sit right with Lin Moyu.
He glanced again at the attributes displayed by Detection, eyes narrowing.
“The total attributes check out... but why is the spirit attribute so low?”
A level 70 Dragonkind Battle General shouldn’t have just 20,000 spirit. That was quite abnormal.
Then, sothing clicked.
His eyes shifted to the warships hovering in the sky, where so Dragonkind remained.
These ones were clearly different, their expressions rich with emotion.
As the Dragonkind Battle Generals squads were overwheld by the Skeletal Berserk Warriors, the Dragonkind Battle Generals aboard the warships grew visibly anxious.
In contrast, the Dragonkind Battle Generals on the battlefield showed no emotion as they fought, their expressions cold and unchanging, battling to the death without hesitation.
By now, Lin Moyu was about seventy percent certain. They weren’t true Dragonkind, but rather Battle Puppets.
Yet these puppets were different. Sohow, they even managed to deceive Detection, which piqued Lin Moyu’s curiosity. He was determined to uncover the truth.
In the short minute he spent thinking, the thousand Dragonkind Battle Generals had already been completely annihilated.
The remaining Dragonkind aboard the warships looked panicked, shouting in alarm.
Lin Moyu guessed they were yelling, “Run!”
Sure enough, the warships turned and fled into the distance.
Lin Moyu watched them go without giving chase. They were incredibly fast, faster than he could pursue with his current speed.
“I’ve noted the direction.” He murmured.
“It’s different from the direction of the Lightning Burial Canyon. I’ll head to the canyon first, then return to investigate this further.”
With that, he dismissed his undead army and flew into the distance.
The mystery of the Battle Puppets could wait. First, he needed to retrieve what Antares had asked for from the Lightning Burial Canyon.
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