Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The vortex representing the dungeon exit swirled slowly. Lin Moyu placed the Linked Scroll beneath it, then infused his spirit force to activate it. The scroll began to glow faintly, sending threads of energy that connected to the dungeon exit.

Now, all he had to do was wait for the nightmare and ordinary rank dungeons to be cleared. Once all three Linked Scrolls were activated, the dungeon could be detonated.

A series of explosions echoed throughout the dungeon. The bodies of the thousand Dragonkind soldiers could not go to waste—they were perfect materials for grinding the Corpse Explosion skill. Lin Moyu casually took out a piece of Earth Evil Centipede meat, chewing on it as he cast his skill.

Outside the dungeon, the disc in Jiao Zhixiong’s hands suddenly glowed purple, and he exclaimed, ”Godly General Lin’s scroll has been activated! How is he so fast? It’s only been 23 minutes!”

Mo Xinghe, who had expected this, smiled confidently, ”I told you, you must trust Godly General Lin. What’s difficult for others is just routine for him.”

Jiao Zhixiong nodded, his doubts fading, ”You’re right. A godly general is on a different level from us.”

Soloing a hell rank level 35 dungeon in just 23 minutes, while also dealing with a thousand Dragonkind soldiers, was a feat few could ever hope to accomplish. Jiao Zhixiong had heard of Lin Moyu’s exploits at Fortress No. 6, and while skeptical before, he now couldn’t help but believe it.

No wonder the military had specifically requested Lin Moyu’s assistance. Clearly, the higher-ups knew something others didn’t. With the most challenging hell rank difficulty now cleared, only the ordinary and nightmare rank dungeons remained. The other teams would finish soon. Once the dungeon was destroyed, the Dragonkind would be unable to send troops through it to threaten Fortress No. 1, securing the safety of the class users in the area.

After about 40 minutes, the disc in Jiao Zhixiong’s hands lit up again—another scroll had been activated. A smile appeared on his face, ”Only the nightmare rank difficulty remains. It shouldn’t take much longer.”

Based on previous experience, it should be over in about another 30 minutes. As expected, while Jiao Zhixiong waited, the third thread on the disc lit up.

At the same time, Lin Moyu saw the scroll beneath the dungeon exit shine brilliantly. Success! All three scrolls had connected to the dungeon exits.

In five seconds, the scrolls would detonate, wiping out the dungeon completely. With all three difficulty levels destroyed simultaneously, the dungeon would cease to exist.

Lin Moyu took a final glance at the dungeon. It held memories of him and Ning Yiyi, but it was time to leave.

Startled, he realized he couldn’t exit. The dungeon exit had lost its function. He tried again, but nothing happened. The nightmare and ordinary rank dungeons were sealed too—no one could leave.

Outside the dungeon, Jiao Zhixiong’s smile vanished, replaced by panic, ”What’s going on? Why hasn’t anyone come out?”

There were only five seconds, but now three had already passed, and still no one had emerged.

Frantic, Jiao Zhixiong turned to Mo Xinghe for guidance. Mo Xinghe’s frown deepened. Something was very wrong.

Inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu made several attempts to leave through the dungeon exit, even using an Advanced Dungeon Escape Talisman, but nothing worked. The dungeon was sealed.

”Someone wants me dead.” He muttered, realizing this was deliberate. Immediately, he summoned his undead troops and reapplied his Bone Armor.

There was nothing more he could do but brace for what came next.

The last two seconds passed in an instant.

The three scrolls exploded simultaneously, obliterating the dungeon exit. The entire dungeon shook violently. Everything inside started to disintegrate and revert to pure energy and laws, returning to their original state.

Lin Moyu found himself in the middle of a void, stretching as far as the eye could see. It resembled the fragmented, indescribable space he’d seen when using teleportation formations. The bond between the three difficulty spaces shattered, and Lin Moyu saw the class users from the other two difficulties. Their faces were filled with panic. Lin Moyu wanted to help, but he was powerless, stranded in the collapsing void.

Terrifying energies raged around Lin Moyu, and his Bone Armor glowed brightly, holding off wave after wave of energy attacks. Cracks spread across the armor as it struggled under the onslaught. Lin Moyu continuously reapplied the Bone Armor, but as the dungeon collapse intensified, the energies became more violent and erratic.

In his line of sight, the chaotic energies tore into the other class users. Within seconds, they were ripped apart, their bodies disintegrating into the void. Lin Moyu sighed lightly, turning his focus on himself. There was nothing he could do for them.

His eyes blazed with murderous intent, certain this was a deliberate attempt on his life, ”If I find whoever’s behind this… I’ll kill them.”

Suddenly, the dungeon collapsed entirely, releasing a terrifying torrent of energy that surged toward him. The Bone Armor shattered with a deafening crack, the impact of the energy akin to a strike from a Demon King. Lin Moyu grunted, quickly summoning another layer of Bone Armor, but the force propelled him deeper into the void.

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In the White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen abruptly opened his eyes from his meditative state, ”Young Lin is in danger.”

Bai Yiyuan was startled, ”Where?”

”Dimensional Battlefield, Fortress No. 1, Dragonkind Frontline Outpost dungeon.” Meng Anwen replied, and the Shenxia Tower’s projection appeared in his palm. A beam of light shot out from the Shenxia Tower and enveloped Bai Yiyuan, teleporting him instantly.

The teleportation was violent, tearing energies surging around Bai Yiyuan as he crossed a vast distance. For most high-level class users, this would have been fatal. But for Bai Yiyuan, a golden light enveloped him, shielding him from the deadly forces.

In just ten seconds, Bai Yiyuan appeared at Fortress No. 1, and then streaked across the sky at lightning speed. In less than thirty seconds, he stood above the collapsed Dragonkind Frontline Outpost dungeon. The vortex that marked the dungeon entrance was now distorted, on the verge of vanishing entirely.

Without hesitation, Bai Yiyuan descended in front of the vortex. With one swift motion, he extended his hand, gripping the vortex tightly. The collapsing energy stabilized momentarily under his grip.

”You used Linked Scrolls to destroy this dungeon?” His sharp gaze cut through the air, and a godly powerhouse aura erupted from him, overwhelming the surroundings with sheer dominance.

Jiao Zhixiong trembled uncontrollably. The situation had been dire enough, but now a godly powerhouse had arrived, and it was the infamous White God. Jiao Zhixiong’s tongue twisted as he struggled to form coherent words.

Mo Xinghe, sensing the gravity of the situation, sighed deeply and quickly recounted the events leading up to the dungeon’s destruction.

As Bai Yiyuan listened, his murderous intent surged. The ground within a hundred kilometers trembled as if struck by a massive earthquake. Cracks appeared, and the very air seemed to darken with tension. Energies collided in the sky, producing thunderous roars. The oppressive pressure of Bai Yiyuan’s aura was unbearable—like an enormous hand pinning everyone in place. Breathing became difficult, and movement was impossible.

Even Mo Xinghe, a level 89 powerhouse, felt the crushing weight of Bai Yiyuan’s strength. He realized the vast gulf that still separated him from a godly powerhouse like Bai Yiyuan.

Bai Yiyuan clenched his fist, and with a deafening explosion, the vortex shattered. The dungeon had already collapsed, rendering the vortex useless.

”Who came up with the idea to have Lin Moyu destroy the dungeon?” Bai Yiyuan demanded, his voice seething with wrath.

Jiao Zhixiong quivered, his mouth moving without sound, unable to muster a response.

Mo Xinghe stepped forward and said, “Don’t make things difficult for him. I received a direct message from Fortress No. 9, instructing me to ask Lin Moyu to handle the dungeon.”

Bai Yiyuan’s gaze remained sharp as he pressed further, “Then where did you get the Linked Scrolls?”

Linked Scrolls were exclusive military items, strictly regulated and traceable. Each one had a clear origin.

Jiao Zhixiong, visibly shaking, stammered, “W-We received them from Fortress No. 9, but I don’t know who specifically sent them.”

Fortress No. 9! Bai Yiyuan’s expression darkened as a cold smile crept onto his face. Someone in Fortress No. 9 was trying to harm Lin Moyu. It seemed that after so many years without spilling blood, people were starting to think he was getting old.

His murderous intent surged, manifesting as a terrifying vision in the sky, as if the very world itself was about to end. The ground trembled under the weight of his fury, and the air seemed to crackle with impending doom.

Suddenly, Meng Anwen’s calm voice echoed in Bai Yiyuan’s ears, “Don’t worry. Young Lin is safe. He’s entered the Abyss.”

Bai Yiyuan paused, startled by this revelation. Lin Moyu had gone into the Abyss? The realization hit him like a lightning strike, and in an instant, the fragmented pieces of the situation fell into place. Everything made sense now.

His murderous aura slowly subsided. Without a word, Bai Yiyuan shot into the sky, disappearing like a bolt of lightning.