Chapter 501: 501 Chapter 501: Ancestral Bloodline is Nothing Special With a loud bang, Lin Moyu’s axe collided with Tatar’s greatsword. The air vibrated violently, and the space slightly distorted. Lin Moyu was sent flying backward, completely overpowered in terms of strength. Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised. Even though he used the Power Gathering skill, his strength was capped at 1 million due to his level of 53. The opponent was an 88-level Dragon Clan knight with ancestral bloodline, with total attributes slightly higher than his own. The opponent’s profession meant that their attributes couldn’t be evenly distributed, with strength and constitution likely exceeding 1 million. They might have reached 1.2 million or even 1.3 million. Moreover, with the activation of the ancestral bloodline and the synergy with the Iron Scale Dragon, it was natural for Lin Moyu to be sent flying. If the Berserk Strike skill were still active, the one sent flying would definitely be the opponent. But for now, Lin Moyu roughly understood the opponent’s strength. The opponent’s strength was very close to that of a Dragon King. Just close, but not quite there. They hadn’t yet acquired some of the Dragon King’s traits. Such an opponent wasn’t difficult to deal with. "You’re dead!" Tatar shouted excitedly, instantly catching up to the airborne Lin Moyu. The two clashed again. Although Lin Moyu’s strength was inferior, his combat skills were not lacking. Without direct confrontation, Lin Moyu had enough ability to entangle with Tatar. Finding a worthy opponent, Lin Moyu fought with enthusiasm. After dozens of seconds, the effect of the Power Gathering skill faded, and Lin Moyu quickly retreated, adding a layer of skeletal armor to himself. Tatar flashed forward to attack, but before he could strike, he was suddenly bombarded. Simultaneously, countless arrows rained down on him, creating a dense clanging sound. The undead army had intervened, interrupting Tatar’s attack. Tatar saw that Lin Moyu’s face showed no panic, but rather a smile. It was a mocking smile. Tatar felt belittled, his pride wounded. When had he ever been looked down upon? "Dare to underestimate me? I’ll kill you!" Lin Moyu always knew that the Dragon Clan wasn’t very bright, and it seemed that even those with ancestral bloodline were no exception. Tatar’s attack strength was slightly weaker than the formation’s. Not even at the pseudo-god level, and he thought he could kill Lin Moyu. He couldn’t even hurt Lin Moyu, let alone kill him. Damage transfer and the Lich General’s healing were not just for show. "Doesn’t this guy understand?" Lin Moyu found it strange and casually pointed his finger. **Skill: Aging Curse!** **Skill: Poison Star Explosion!** Both skills exploded simultaneously, causing Tatar to momentarily freeze, his speed slowing due to the curse. The change in rhythm made him very uncomfortable. A massive amount of energy surged from within him, dispelling the curse. The Dragon Clan had a natural resistance to curses, and with his level far higher than Lin Moyu’s, the curse would be dispelled in a few seconds. But a few seconds were enough for Lin Moyu to kill him. Tatar didn’t realize that during his battle with Lin Moyu, the undead army had already surrounded him. When Lin Moyu made his move, it was a killing blow. Six-colored light flashed, and Tatar was suddenly engulfed in flames, with lightning striking down from above like a storm. "What is this!" Tatar was stunned, not knowing where the attacks came from, why he was on fire, or what the lightning was. Although the damage wasn’t significant, the continuous burning and the paralysis from the lightning made him very uncomfortable. The undead army’s feet glowed with various auras, creating a colorful and beautiful scene. The Skeleton Berserkers, already fast, became even faster with the auras, quickly surrounding Tatar. With Lin Moyu’s thorough preparation, everything was done in the blink of an eye. The killing began! Lin Moyu treated Tatar as a world-class BOSS, a very high standard. After all, Tatar’s vitality was far inferior to that of a world-class BOSS. The **[Soldier]** rune on the back of Lin Moyu’s left hand activated. **Skill: Strong Soldier!** Standing behind, Tashir shouted, "Be careful, he’s using the Primordial Rune!" Tatar laughed wildly, "Primordial Rune? I have one too!" A light shone on the back of Tatar’s hand. Lin Moyu was slightly surprised, not expecting the opponent to also have a Primordial Rune. It made sense, as nine Primordial Runes appear every century. Not only humans but also demons and the Dragon Clan could obtain them. So it was normal for Tatar to have a Primordial Rune. Lin Moyu didn’t know the effect of Tatar’s Primordial Rune, as it was a secret not shared with outsiders. Even Tashir probably didn’t know. Tatar activated the Primordial Rune, his entire body glowing brightly, and his size increased. Originally about three meters tall, already towering over humans, Tatar now grew to 30 meters. Not only did he grow, but the Iron Scale Dragon beneath him also expanded. The Iron Scale Dragon, now over 200 meters long, had grown tenfold. Tatar laughed wildly, "My body has grown tenfold, and my attack power has increased tenfold. How will you fight me now?" "With these skeletons? They’re nothing." Lin Moyu underestimated Tatar’s intelligence, as he revealed his skill. "There’s no saving that brain!" Lin Moyu didn’t bother speaking further. The Skeleton Berserkers unleashed their skills, axes glowing red as they attacked. Previously, Tatar’s smaller size limited the number of Skeleton Berserkers that could attack simultaneously. But now, with his massive size, the Skeleton Berserkers could attack freely. Axes glowing with skill-enhanced red light fell. Tatar, full of disdain, swung his greatsword, creating a wave of sword light that collided with the Skeleton Berserkers’ axes. Tatar laughed arrogantly, but his laughter was cut short. The Skeleton Berserkers’ power was astonishing. Even with Tatar’s tenfold attack power, he could only slightly overpower them. Some Skeleton Berserkers were knocked away, but that was all. The sheer number of Skeleton Berserkers surrounded him densely. He blocked some attacks, but many more axes landed on him. His defense was instantly broken, and Tatar screamed in pain. Not only that, but the Iron Scale Dragon beneath him was also attacked by the Skeleton Berserkers, its flesh torn away, exposing bones. Elemental explosions and violent blasts followed. Arrows rained down, turning him into a pincushion. Lin Moyu observed, "His strength and size increased, but his defense didn’t change." "This Primordial Rune isn’t that great." Primordial Rune skills are generally strong, and a tenfold increase in attack power is considered very powerful. As the saying goes, "strength overcomes skill," and a tenfold increase in attack power should give Tatar overwhelming combat power. Who would care about defense? But to Lin Moyu, it was nothing special. Lin Moyu had too many summoned creatures, and the Primordial Rune’s effect in his hands far exceeded that of other professions. For example, the Strong Soldier skill in the hands of other summoners would only enhance a few summoned creatures. Most summoners have no more than three summoned creatures. But Lin Moyu’s undead army was like an army, with combat power increased many times over. Lin Moyu always knew that it wasn’t the Primordial Rune that transformed his profession. It was his profession that unleashed the unimaginable power of the Primordial Rune. His profession was the foundation, and everything else was just icing on the cake. "Impossible, this is impossible!" Tatar swung his greatsword, knocking away the Skeleton Berserkers. But that was all. Not a single Skeleton Berserker was killed, and they continued to inflict damage on him. The Skeleton Mages and Archers’ ranged attacks were relentless, causing him great pain. The Iron Scale Dragon beneath him roared in pain, clearly suffering. Tatar was going berserk, trying to charge at Lin Moyu. But he couldn’t break through! "Such vitality?" Whether Dragon Clan or demons, their attributes are strong, but their vitality is far inferior to that of BOSSes. Tatar’s endurance surprised Lin Moyu, who thought he could kill him quickly. Flames burned in Lin Moyu’s hand, and the soul flame fell silently. Tatar let out an earth-shattering scream, almost dropping his greatsword. Not only him, but the Iron Scale Dragon also trembled and screamed. "So that’s it!" "The so-called ancestral bloodline is nothing special!" Lin Moyu understood why Tatar was so resilient. It wasn’t his own vitality but the Iron Scale Dragon sharing the damage. When the soul flame hurt Tatar, the Iron Scale Dragon also suffered. Knowing this, there was nothing new. Just keep fighting!