Chapter 500: The Ancestor of the Dragon Clan is the Chinese Dragon?
The skill of the Skeleton Berserker has elevated the burst power to an astonishing level. Lin Moyu’s full burst, equivalent to 700 points of strength attribute, is already very close to the pseudo-god level.
Even if it doesn’t match the power of the formation’s burst, the difference isn’t significant.
Moreover, Lin Moyu didn’t intend to fully counter the formation; he just wanted to destroy the magic crystals within it.
Breaking the formation at a single point to disrupt the whole, using a small force to break a larger one.
Although the formation’s power was immense, it had its weaknesses.
Especially this formation in front of him, which had completely abandoned its defensive capabilities in pursuit of attack power. The Dragon Clan might have thought that under the continuous attacks of the formation, Lin Moyu wouldn’t have a chance to get close and destroy it. So, they converted all the formation’s defensive capabilities into offensive power.
This made the formation’s attack power reach the pseudo-god level.
They almost succeeded, but they were just a bit short.
Lin Moyu used the Power Gathering skill to pave the way, enduring round after round of the formation’s attacks, and charged to the front of the magic crystal, bringing down his giant axe heavily.
With a loud crash, the largest magic crystal at the center of the formation shattered.
It was the central hub of the entire formation. Once it was destroyed, the formation’s power plummeted, instantly dropping by about half.
Then the undead army appeared, starting to attack the other magic crystals.
Lin Moyu focused his attention on the suddenly appearing shadow.
It was over twenty meters long, covered in scales, resembling both a snake and a dragon.
On its back, it had hundreds of small wings.
It looked extremely bizarre.
After being attacked by the soul flame, it fell to the ground, rolled over, and flew towards Lin Moyu again.
Lin Moyu cast a detection spell to see what it was.
**[Iron Scale Dragon]**
**[Level: 88]**
**[Strength: 1,000,000]**
**[Agility: 1,200,000]**
**[Spirit: 600,000]**
**[Constitution: 1,500,000]**
**[Skills: Dragon Breath, Constriction]**
**[Traits: 50% Physical Damage Reduction]**
"So this is the Iron Scale Dragon!"
Lin Moyu finally understood what it was.
With a total attribute of 4.3 million and a level of 88, even without any special abilities, it was already very powerful.
The Iron Scale Dragon is a member of the Dragon Clan, a very special existence within the clan.
In the Dragon Clan, there is a creature called the Iron Scale Snake, which has been tamed by the Dragon Clan.
After a series of cultivation and training, it eventually becomes a combat weapon for the Dragon Clan.
The Iron Scale Snake’s base attributes are not high at lower levels.
But as it levels up and undergoes special stimulation and feeding by the Dragon Clan, its attributes explode.
It can almost match the ancestral bloodline warriors of the same level in the Dragon Clan.
Moreover, it is very obedient, making it an excellent combat weapon.
However, an 88-level Iron Scale Dragon is very rare even within the Dragon Clan.
Unexpectedly, the Dragon Clan had placed it here specifically to kill Lin Moyu.
Since the Iron Scale Dragon was here, there must be Dragon Clan warriors as well.
Only when the ancestral bloodline warriors of the Dragon Clan and the Iron Scale Dragon cooperate can they exert their maximum combat power.
The Iron Scale Dragon let out an unpleasant roar and collided with Lin Moyu again.
In the Power Gathering state, although Lin Moyu’s attributes were still inferior to the Iron Scale Dragon, his combat skills made up for the slight attribute gap.
With the curse’s effect, the Iron Scale Dragon’s speed was significantly slower than usual.
Combined with Lin Moyu’s strong and perfect combat skills.
The balance shifted, and Lin Moyu completely gained the upper hand.
The damage was amplified, and the Iron Scale Dragon’s defense was broken under Lin Moyu’s attacks.
Its scales shattered, and flesh flew.
As its flesh fell into the pool, the water began to boil violently.
Then, small Iron Scale Dragons flew out of the pool.
Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed sharply, "So the secret is in this pool!"
Because there were so many pools in the Wind and Thunder Continent, Lin Moyu hadn’t paid much attention initially.
Unexpectedly, the secret of the secret realm was right under his nose.
Under the fierce attack of the undead army, the formation finally collapsed completely.
With a loud crash.
The formation shattered into pieces.
The undead army quickly charged down, engaging in battle with the small Iron Scale Dragons emerging from the pool.
These small Iron Scale Dragons were not strong and were no match for the undead army, quickly being killed.
At this moment, a spatial fluctuation appeared in the distance, and a space-time passage opened in the secret realm, with two Dragon Clan members flying out.
One of them, Lin Moyu recognized, was the Dragon Clan commander who had fled in disgrace earlier.
It possessed the ancestral bloodline, belonging to the highest tier within the Dragon Clan.
Its status was comparable to that of a Dragon King.
But with its level, it couldn’t control an 88-level Iron Scale Dragon.
So, the other one must be the true master.
"Finally here!" Lin Moyu smiled.
After they appeared, the Iron Scale Dragon stopped entangling with Lin Moyu and flew towards the two Dragon Clan members.
Lin Moyu didn’t pursue but observed them.
The Iron Scale Dragon flew to the side of another Dragon Clan warrior, letting out a soft hiss, appearing very pitiful.
The sound was like a child crying to its parents after being bullied outside.
The Dragon Clan warrior gently stroked the Iron Scale Dragon, comforting it.
This was the true master of the Iron Scale Dragon. According to the Dragon Clan’s rules, the master of an 88-level Iron Scale Dragon must also be at least level 88 and possess the ancestral bloodline.
An 88-level ancestral bloodline warrior, Lin Moyu had to take it seriously.
"Are you Lin Moyu?" it asked in a low voice.
Lin Moyu chuckled, "You already know the answer. And you are?"
"88-level ancestral bloodline knight, Tatar!"
It raised its head proudly.
As an ancestral bloodline knight at level 88, it was on the verge of becoming a Dragon King, and as an ancestral bloodline Dragon King, Tatar had every reason to be proud.
Once it became a Dragon King, it would be one of the highest-ranking members of the Dragon Clan, second only to the Dragon Emperor.
Lin Moyu smiled, "Not bad. And you? The defeated one!"
The other Dragon Clan member with the ancestral bloodline showed anger and let out a low growl.
The term "defeated one" was too harsh.
Its pride couldn’t tolerate failure.
Tatar said, "Where is our ancestral bloodline’s pride? Failing once is no big deal; just kill him again."
It nodded, its eyes filled with killing intent as it looked at Lin Moyu, "85-level ancestral bloodline warrior, Tashir!"
"Tatar, Tashir, it seems you are family," Lin Moyu said calmly.
Tatar replied, "Yes, we are brothers. I didn’t expect a genius like you to appear among humans, but my favorite thing is to slaughter geniuses."
"The formation we set up didn’t kill you, proving your strength."
"You are worthy of my effort. I will make your head into an ornament and hang it on my chest to show my power." It licked its lips with a long tongue, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Lin Moyu didn’t know where it got the confidence, which god gave it the assurance that it could kill him.
On the other hand, Lin Moyu wasn’t entirely sure he could kill it. After all, if he couldn’t win, the Dragon Clan was very good at escaping.
Tashir said in a low voice, "Brother, this guy is strong. Be careful."
Tatar laughed, "No matter how strong, he’s just a human, only level 53!"
These words made Tashir feel ashamed, as it had been defeated by this level 53 human.
Tatar wielded a giant two-handed sword.
As a knight, it didn’t use the standard sword and shield combination but a two-handed greatsword.
Such knights had weaker defense but significantly enhanced combat power.
The Iron Scale Dragon came to its feet, allowing Tatar to stand on its head.
Their auras merged, rapidly increasing.
The ancestral bloodline of the Dragon Clan combined with the Iron Scale Dragon was their strongest combat state.
Tatar raised the two-handed sword high, "Out of respect for you, I will use my full power to kill you!"
With a roar, it shouted, "Ancestral Transformation!"
Unlike Tashir’s previous ancestral bloodline burst, Tatar clearly had stronger control over its bloodline.
A huge divine dragon phantom appeared in the sky.
Lin Moyu was stunned. This dragon... wasn’t the Dragon Clan’s kind but the divine dragon from Chinese mythology.
Is this a joke?
Seeing Lin Moyu’s stunned expression, Tatar thought he was shocked and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Shocked, aren’t you? This is our Dragon Clan’s ancestor. One day, I will fully transform into a divine dragon!"
With a roar, it charged at Lin Moyu.
The divine dragon phantom in the sky merged with it, further enhancing its power. It was surrounded by the divine dragon phantom, strong and terrifying.
Lin Moyu was indeed a bit shocked, but more curious about this world.
He had many questions, but for now, he would fight first!
The Power Gathering skill was about to end, so he swung his axe fiercely.
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