Apocalypse Gachapon

Every Dragonkind knew how exceedingly rare an atavistic bloodline was.

For one to ascend to the rank of Dragon King was even rarer—sometimes centuries passed without a single occurrence.

Yet any atavistic bloodline Dragonkind who became a Dragon King would inevitably be hunted down, either by the Abyssal Demons or by humans.

History recorded several atavistic bloodline Dragon Kings dying this way.

But the truth was far darker.

Most atavistic bloodline Dragonkind had been secretly killed by the Dragon Emperor himself.

The Dragon Emperor also possessed an atavistic bloodline. Understanding its terrifying potential, he feared anyone who might one day threaten his rule.

Moreover, killing atavistic bloodline Dragonkind and refining their lifeblood was a great tonic to him.

For this reason, no atavistic bloodline had been allowed to fully mature for countless years.

The Dragonkind had long since become a one-man show under the Dragon Emperor.

The Dragon Emperor concealed his actions well, shifting all blame onto the Abyssal Demons and humans, further deepening the hostility between their races.

Every Dragonkind dreamed of awakening an atavistic bloodline and would stop at nothing to pursue it.

But none realized that achieving it only meant awaiting the Dragon Emperor’s inevitable harvest.

Now, lured by the promise of an atavistic bloodline, the Dragonkind mobilized en masse, surging into the Meteorfall Continent.

There were two routes to the Meteorfall Continent.

A Dragon King could descend to the deep layer, pass through a spatial channel to the lower layer, and then travel to the Meteorfall Continent.

Or subordinates below God-level could be sent directly to the lower layer to reach the continent, locate Lin Moyu, and then summon the Dragon King.

Most Dragon Kings chose the second method.

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Lin Moyu reached the center of the Meteorfall Continent in less than half a day.

Here, meteors were so numerous that one fell every few minutes.

At this time, a bizarre sight unfolded before him.

Within a 10,000-meter radius, more than a dozen world rank bosses lived side by side.

Each world rank boss controlled territory spanning from dozens to hundreds of kilometers.

Nowhere else would so many world rank bosses gather in such a confined area.

Yet these world rank bosses, each occupying a small patch of land, neither interfered with nor attacked one another. There was even an odd sense of harmony.

Lin Moyu did not rush into their territories; even he did not wish to confront over a dozen level 88–89 world rank bosses at once.

Though not quite at the God-level, any boss capable of surviving here was nearly as strong.

It wasn’t that Lin Moyu couldn’t defeat them. He simply had no reason to.

After all, his goal here was not to hunt bosses.

After observing for a while, he noted that the bosses maintained distinct territorial boundaries, but never fought over them.

Whenever a meteor fell, the boss whose territory it landed in would claim it without dispute.

If multiple meteors fell in the same area, the boss in that area could seize only one; the others hit the ground.

Even if a meteor crashed to the ground and exploded into a massive mushroom cloud, no other boss would interfere.

They had established strict, unspoken rules.

Throughout an hour of observation, the pattern repeated.

These meteors carried frightening power, near God-level, sometimes even reaching it.

The bosses were often injured by the blasts, but healed within seconds, clearly accustomed to such trials.

They continuously absorbed the energy of Star Crystals, steadily growing stronger.

Lin Moyu wondered whether any had evolved to God-level over the years.

Strangely, the bosses paid little attention to him.

Their focus remained fixed on the meteors. Strength and evolution came before anything else.

He circled the area but found no sign of the Dragon King Palace.

The Primordial Runes remained still, meaning the Primordial Space wasn’t here.

He wasn’t discouraged. After all, the Meteor Continent was vast, and he had never expected success so soon.

He expanded his search outward in concentric rings, increasing the radius by 10,000 meters each time to avoid missing anything.

Even flying-type bosses dared not fly freely here, as being hit by a meteor was no trivial matter.

Lin Moyu flew in wide circles, encountering many bosses.

Most ignored him; the few that attacked were swiftly dealt with.

His current strength allowed him to slay even God-level powerhouses. World rank bosses could only last a bit longer thanks to their immense health.

There were also secret realms and dungeons scattered across the Meteor Continent.

Lin Moyu ignored secret realms unless the Primordial Runes reacted, indicating the Primordial Space.

As for dungeons, he checked each one. If it wasn’t the Dragon King Palace dungeon, he moved on without hesitation.

His purpose for coming here this time was simple and clear: to enter the Dragon King Palace dungeon and the Primordial Space. Everything else could wait.

A day later, Lin Moyu saw an unusual light in the distance.

It flowed across the ground like a river, casting a dazzling, otherworldly radiance into the sky.

The instant he saw it, Lin Moyu also sensed a strange aura.

“Like a Dragon… but not a Dragon.”

“It resembles the aura of the Dragonkind, yet it’s different.”

“It’s closer to the atavistic bloodline Dragonkind… and a bit like Antares’ aura.”

In two days, Lin Moyu had flown across nearly half of the Meteorfall Continent.

Accelerating forward, he soon startled to find that the light was actually moving across the land like a river, and at considerable speed.

The light remained l gathered, almost tangible, forming a river of light roughly 100 meters wide.

At its center stood a small palace, and before the palace, a dungeon vortex.

At this point, Lin Moyu was almost certain: this ever-moving dungeon was the Dragon King Palace.

“Unexpectedly, the Dragon King Palace is capable of movement. No wonder it’s so difficult to locate.”

A mobile dungeon, and a fast one at that—without the right direction, one could easily have missed it entirely.

It seemed luck favored him today.

Just then, a meteor fell from the sky, striking directly toward the stream of light surrounding the Dragon King Palace.

But there was no explosion. The meteor vanished as if swallowed by the sea, leaving not even a ripple.

Lin Moyu’s heart tightened. This beautiful stream of light was anything but safe.

Moments before the meteor hit, an invisible giant hand emerged from within the light and snatched it inside.

The shooting light didn’t smash into the light. But instead, it was captured by the light at the last moment.

The motion was so quick it would have been impossible to detect without extremely sharp senses.

Lin Moyu only caught it thanks to his powerful soul and heightened perception.

He had originally planned to fly straight in, but he halted immediately, deciding not to act rashly.

With so many unknowns, it was best to observe first.

Since he’d already found the Dragon King Palace, there was no need to rush.

He cast Detection, sending it toward both the stream of light and the dungeon vortex.

The Detection spell that entered the dungeon vortex returned results smoothly. This was indeed the Dragon King Palace.

But the spell sent into the stream light vanished entirely, just like the meteor. No feedback at all.

Even Detection was swallowed.

A hint of alarm stirred in Lin Moyu’s chest. The stream of light was even more terrifying than he’d thought.

It carried the Dragon King Palace forward across the Meteorfall Continent, tracing wide arcs, much like the path Lin Moyu himself had flown.

Before long, a world rank boss appeared in its path.

Judging by its aura, it was level 80 to level 82. Nothing remarkable by Meteorfall Continent standards.

It had been standing still, staring up at the sky, waiting for falling meteors.

But the moment the stream of light approached, the boss jolted in fright and fled in a panic, keeping a massive distance.

“Bosses of that level instinctively avoid danger. For even a world rank boss to flee, this stream of light truly is dangerous.”

Lin Moyu shadowed the stream of light for a while longer, encountering several more world rank bosses along the way. All reacted the same.

He even saw clear fear in their eyes.

The danger of the stream of light exceeded all expectations.

Even world rank bosses didn’t dare go near it.

Lin Moyu’s gaze sharpened, “Let’s test it.”

“I can’t just follow it forever.”

100 Headless Knights swooped down from the sky, charging straight toward the Dragon King Palace.