Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 545: The Class Users Of The Previous Age Were This Strong?
The first statue shattered under the assault of the undead troops.
As the debris scattered, a golden number flickered outside the dungeon—100.
In an instant, the crowd exploded.
“100 points! He actually got a perfect score!”
“Godly General Lin hit 100—no one’s ever done that before!”
“So it’s real… 100 points isn’t just a legend!”
Even the God-level powerhouses could hardly believe their eyes.
A perfect score—something thought impossible—had appeared before them.
Ning Yiyi pumped her fist, “Moyu’s the best!”
As Lin Moyu’s number one fan, no achievement of his ever surprised her.
Mo Yun let out a soft sigh, “He’s incredible.”
Shu Han smiled, “Junior Lin is the most exceptional person I’ve ever met.”
Mo Yun nodded, “Agreed.”
Then Ning Yiyi suddenly turned to Mo Yun, “Sister Yun, didn’t you say you’d only marry the strongest person? What do you think of Moyu?”
Mo Yun froze, caught completely off guard. She hadn’t expected the question.
Just as she struggled to respond, Shu Han cried out, “101 points.”
The sudden exclamation saved Mo Yun from answering.
The score jumped to 101; then, less than three seconds later, to 102.
No one knew what was happening inside the dungeon. Only one thing was clear: Lin Moyu was still fighting, and still gaining points.
A low hum filled the air as the statues along the path awakened one after another.
The undead troops surged forward to surround them.
Each shattered statue added another point to the total.
Lin Moyu didn’t know about the scoring system.
All he knew was that the trial continued, so he kept advancing.
Hundreds of statues lined the path, awakening one after another, yet they couldn’t halt Lin Moyu’s advance.
Four undead legions were all he needed to take control of the battlefield.
Each statue was roughly on par with level 70-plus class users. While they were strong, their health was far too fragile.
To Lin Moyu, smashing them was easier than facing a world rank boss at his level.
No strategy required. The undead troops simply rolled forward, crushing everything in their path.
In just half an hour, Lin Moyu reached the end of the path.
The statues that once lined the way were now reduced to rubble, shards of stone scattered everywhere.
At the end stood a pavilion—ancient and elegant, exuding timeless charm.
At its center rested a stone table, upon which lay an ancient-looking stone box.
Lin Moyu approached cautiously. Rather than step inside, he commanded a skeleton to retrieve the box.
Nothing happened.
“It seems this is the reward.” Lin Moyu murmured.
He had assumed the statues were the tenth level, and now, having cleared them, this must be his prize.
The box was simple and unadorned, carrying with it the quiet weight of time itself.
Lin Moyu could sense it; this was not a product of the current age.
When he lifted the box, a heavy, indescribable feeling settled in his hands, the burden of history and time long past.
Only those with sharp perception could feel such a thing.
He opened it, and a soft, gentle light spilled forth, filling his vision.
Inside was a single stone—a Talent Divine Stone.
As someone who already possessed one, Lin Moyu recognized it instantly.
“A complete Talent Divine Stone… so that’s the reward for the tenth level.”
He closed the box and placed it in his storage space, not even bothering to use the Detection spell to verify its authenticity
Talent Divine Stones bonded directly to the soul. Since he already had one, binding another would be redundant.
Looking ahead through the pavilion, he noticed a new path extending beyond it.
By now, the shattered stones beneath his feet had vanished, and the statues had silently returned to their original state.
“The eleventh level? What kind of reward awaits this time?” Lin Moyu pondered, intrigued.
The Divine Stone Dungeon drew countless people, including great families, all for one reason—the Talent Divine Stones.
Even half of one was a priceless treasure.
In this age, Talent Divine Stones had long vanished from the world, and Lin Moyu had already been incredibly fortunate to obtain one.
Yet within this dungeon, complete Talent Divine Stones still existed.
The ancient aura emanating from the stone box only deepened his suspicion—this place might not belong to the current age.
If so, the rewards ahead could be even more astonishing… perhaps even legendary treasures.
With renewed resolve, Lin Moyu pressed on.
Passing through the pavilion, he was met by another line of statues.
For a moment, he wondered if he had taken the wrong path; everything looked exactly the same as before.
But when he turned around, the path behind him had vanished.
Upon closer inspection, there were only twelve statues this time, far fewer than before.
That alone made Lin Moyu more cautious.
The trial would only grow harder, never easier.
These statues had to be stronger than the last ones—much stronger.
The undead troops stood ready as Lin Moyu stepped forward.
A flash of cold light streaked down, and he instantly retreated.
Boom!
The light exploded midair.
The blast scattered his undead troops like falling rain. Lin Moyu himself was hurled away by the impact.
The force was immense. Perhaps not quite at God-level, but dangerously close.
“So strong!”
Lin Moyu tumbled through the air for over a hundred meters before regaining balance.
Flicking his finger, he cast the Detection spell.
A statue had awakened, bow and arrow in hand. The cold light moments ago had been an arrow fired by it.
The power behind that single shot was immense, nearly enough to wipe out the skeletons in an instant.
[Combat Puppet (Archer)]
[Level: 80]
Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed.
Was that arrow really something a level 80 could unleash?
He would’ve believed it if someone told him it was a full-power strike from a level 89 class user.
Based on the damage done to the skeletons, Lin Moyu could tell that the arrow’s power was already approaching the level of a fake God-level attack.
“Puppets are modeled after class users. Could it be that the class users of the previous age were this strong?”
Lin Moyu found it hard to believe his own guess.
If it were true, then the power of those ancient class users far exceeded that of the present day.
And thinking of Shenxia City, if it too was a product of that age, then there was only one conclusion: the class users of that time were terrifyingly powerful.
Not just in combat ability, but in every other aspect as well.
Another arrow split the air. Lin Moyu dodged; it exploded midflight, its force weaker but its range wider.
The impact swept through the battlefield, scattering skeletons once again.
Then, without pause, the Archer Puppet lunged forward, its speed far surpassing that of Lin Moyu’s Lightning Deathwings.
“Body-as-arrow!” The realization hit Lin Moyu like a jolt.
This was one of the Archer class’s skills—a special skill.
It couldn’t be learned through conventional training, only through personal enlightenment.
Such a realization signified a profound mastery of one’s class, something few Archers ever achieved.
Yet the puppet before him had done it, leaving Lin Moyu genuinely astonished.
A flash of red light erupted.
Skill: Deterioration Curse!
Under the curse’s power, the puppet’s speed plummeted, its charge instantly disrupted.
Moments later, countless undead troops materialized in midair, surrounding it completely.
This time, Lin Moyu was done holding back.
He summoned his entire undead army, fully committing to the fight.
The skeletons attacked the instant they appeared, overwhelming the puppet from all sides.
Surrounded by the skeletons, the Archer Puppet began to falter.
But then, another statue awoke.
A sword burst into the air, slicing through the heavens.
In Lin Moyu’s vision appeared a massive sword, stretching over a hundred meters.
Sword qi burst forth, sending skeletons flying and breaking the encirclement around the Archer Puppet.
Then, the massive sword exploded in midair, shattering into countless smaller swords that rained down like a storm, tearing through the undead troops.
“Another puppet close to fake God-level!”
“No… its power is on par with a fake God-level, but in terms of combat technique and mastery of skills, it’s even stronger.”
“This puppet is a God-level powerhouse with God-level power!”
Lin Moyu’s expression hardened. He finally understood; he had underestimated them.
These puppets possessed the battle prowess of genuine God-level experts, lacking only in attack power.
“I wonder what those fake God-level powerhouses outside would think if they learned they can’t even rival a puppet.”
A faint smile touched his lips, then vanished as his gaze turned cold.
He unleashed his full strength.
One after another, rings of light flared into existence as the Elemental Liches emerged onto the battlefield.
