Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 638: Elemental Convergence: A Brilliant Fireworks Display

There was no need for Lin Moyu to rely on his eyes. His soul force had already grasped the situation.

Monsters surrounded him from all directions, launching their first wave of attacks. Yet before they could even close in, the Headless Knights repelled them with ease, leaving nothing behind but a carpet of corpses.

A thousand meters away stood four towering fortresses.

They were arranged in a fan-shaped formation, subtly forming an encirclement.

Each fortress was enclosed by walls a hundred meters high, their surfaces crowded with monsters. Above the walls, formations churned and rotated, weaving together powerful protective shields.

The monsters stationed there were enormous, each more than ten meters tall. Elemental energy boiled around them without pause.

They were clearly specialists in long-range elemental attacks and were the primary reason Lin Moyu’s Bone Armor had shattered so quickly.

“The dungeon has changed.”

“These monsters… they’re organized like an army.” Lin Moyu immediately sensed the anomaly.

Whether it was the monsters engaging him at close range or those stationed on the fortresses launching coordinated elemental bombardments, none of their actions were random. Everything moved under unified command, precise and disciplined.

More importantly, the four fortresses were faintly linked, operating as a single system.

Each fortress governed a different element.

From left to right: wind, fire, water, and lightning.

These were the most common elements wielded by human class users.

Yet the way the fortresses controlled them was fundamentally different. There were no skills, no spells, only the purest form of elemental manipulation.

The method felt eerily familiar. It reminded Lin Moyu of Gods.

Among humans, Demons, and Dragonkind, elemental attacks always relied on skills.

The Gods alone were different. As incarnations of the elements themselves, they possessed absolute dominion over them, able to command elemental forces directly.

Skills, when used, merely amplified their already formidable power.

These thoughts flashed through Lin Moyu’s mind in an instant.

“The Kunlun Divine Palace… it must be connected to the Gods.”

Under the relentless assault of the Headless Knights and skeletons, the remaining monsters were swiftly annihilated, clearing the space around him.

Meanwhile, the elemental bombardment from the fortresses continued unabated, exploding against Lin Moyu like a storm of artillery shells.

He ignored them completely.

For any other party, such sustained firepower would have been overwhelming.

But to Lin Moyu, it was meaningless.

His strength had long surpassed the dungeon’s limits.

Entering this place felt less like a trial and more like a casual tour, clearing obstacles along the way.

Accustomed to battling powerful enemies year-round, a dungeon of this level posed no challenge at all.

In the blink of an eye, the undead army swept away the monsters outside the fortresses.

Like a rising tide, they surged forward, slamming into the fortress defenses.

The protective shields trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, violent energy fluctuations erupted from all four fortresses as the elements converged in midair.

Dark clouds rolled overhead. Violent winds screamed through the air. Thunder rumbled without pause.

The corner of Lin Moyu’s mouth curved upward slightly, “So you’re finally making a move.”

He had sensed it long ago: four leaders lay hidden within the fortresses, their commanders.

Only when the fortresses sustained enough damage would they reveal themselves.

That was the dungeon’s mechanism.

Now, with the shields about to fail, the commanders finally acted.

As the four elements fused in the sky, their power surged relentlessly, quickly surpassing level 80 and shattering the dungeon’s established cap.

That, at least, surprised Lin Moyu.

Normally, aside from the boss, enemies encountered mid-dungeon never exceeded the entry limit.

This was a level 75 dungeon, capped at level 80. Anything before the end should have stayed within that range.

Yet here, at the very first stage, the limit had already been broken.

While this level of power meant nothing to him, Lin Moyu knew it would spell disaster for most other class users.

He had reviewed records of the late stage Kunlun Divine Palace before.

The information was sparse, but the structure was clear—three stages in total, and this was only the first.

Normally, one only needed to destroy a single elemental fortress to obtain the key.

“As expected… the late stage dungeon’s difficulty is brutal.” Lin Moyu murmured.

What he didn’t realize was that his actions differed entirely from the records.

Most parties chose only one fortress to attack, alerting a single commander. The others remained dormant, and no elemental convergence occurred. The dungeon’s power cap remained intact.

Lin Moyu, however, assaulted all four fortresses at once.

As a result, all four commanders awakened simultaneously, triggering a hidden variation.

Fierce winds screamed through the dungeon, condensing into razor-sharp blades that crashed down upon the undead army.

Thunder roared as serpents of lightning danced through the ranks.

Lightning illuminated the earth, followed by cascading flashes of red and blue across the sky.

The fire and water elements descended together.

Flaming rain fell alongside drifting snowflakes—a sight so contradictory and surreal that even Lin Moyu paused to admire it. It was hauntingly beautiful.

The opposing elements collided, erupting into violent explosions.

For a brief moment, the entire battlefield vibrated in a dazzling, chaotic symphony of elemental destruction.

Lin Moyu stood calmly, his expression relaxed, as though he were admiring a brilliant fireworks display.

Having endured the Dragon King Palace and the baptism of the Elemental Dragons, attacks of this caliber were little more than child’s play, no more threatening than a schoolyard scuffle.

The undead army pressed forward relentlessly beneath the storm of elemental barrage.

The Lich Generals invoked their healing spell, restoring the undead troops in the blink of an eye.

Like Lin Moyu himself, they paid no heed to the elemental onslaught.

There was no need to summon the Skeletal Kings or activate any support skills.

The undead army alone was more than sufficient to crush everything in its path.

The four fortresses’ seemingly impenetrable protective shields lasted barely a minute under the frenzied assault before shattering completely.

Like ravenous wolves, the undead surged forward, swiftly clearing the walls of monsters.

Moments later, they flooded into the fortresses, encircling and slaughtering the commanders within.

Lin Moyu strolled forward at an unhurried pace. At this stage, unless the undead army encountered truly troublesome opponents, combat required no attention from him at all.

All he needed to do was wait.

Before long, the elemental convergence in the air dispersed.

A series of notifications appeared before his eyes.

[Killed level 78 Wind Commander, EXP +**]

[Obtained Wind Key]

[Wind Key: one of the four elemental keys. At least one key is required to open the third stage of the dungeon.]

[Killed Level 78 Fire Commander, EXP +**]

[Obtained Fire Key]

…

The notifications continued until all four keys were secured.

Silence finally descended upon the four elemental fortresses. As the undead army withdrew, the structures collapsed into ruins amid thunderous rumbling.

Lin Moyu walked past the shattered remains and continued along the path ahead.

When he looked up, he saw the summit of the Kunlun Mountain.

At the summit, shrouded in mist, a magnificent and exquisitely beautiful palace could be faintly discerned—the Kunlun Divine Palace, the very origin of the dungeon’s name.

Beyond the elemental fortresses lay a mountain path. From this point onward, the dungeon truly began.

Gazing at the towering peak, Lin Moyu felt the Kunlun Mountain main peak within the dungeon was vibrant and full of life, unlike its counterpart in the outside world, which was dull and devoid of vitality.

He had felt the same sensation the first time he entered.

Back then, he had suspected that the peak within the dungeon was the true Kunlun Mountain main peak.

Now, he was even more certain.

Countless legends surrounded the Kunlun Mountain, both in his former world and within the Shenxia Empire.

In his past life, Kunlun was revered as the ancestor of all mountains and the source of the world’s mountains.

Here, it was no less mysterious or formidable—said to have nurtured countless Gods and once housed the Kunlun Ten Thousand God Pantheon.

Lin Moyu did not fully believe the claim of “ten thousand Gods,” but given the mountain’s majesty, the emergence of several, or even a dozen, Gods seemed entirely plausible.

His soul force spread outward, flowing through the dungeon and gradually seeping into the Kunlun Mountain main peak.

Deeply intrigued, Lin Moyu longed to uncover the truth.

Perhaps within this place, he would finally unravel the mystery behind the great upheaval of years past.