Apocalypse Gachapon

The two mechanical puppets that entangled Ye Zhongming were of different forms.

One was a beast-type, resembling a jaguar enlarged several times, while the other was a humanoid spear-wielding warrior.

As if aware of the threat posed by Ye Zhongming’s gun and bullets, these two puppets rushed toward him at top speed the moment he fired his second shot.

Originally, among all the puppets, only those carrying an ancient aura had given Ye Zhongming a sense of danger.

But the way these two moved instantly put the Cloud Peak King on high alert.

The beast-type puppet turned into a streak of cold light from twenty meters away, shooting straight at Ye Zhongming. If not for his quick reflexes and sharp focus, this strike could have severely injured him.

The humanoid puppet was even more unexpected—it emerged abruptly from underground!

This was the wheel space. While some areas simulated real terrain, the ground was fundamentally indestructible—otherwise, subterranean lifeforms like Nine Treasures could have been brought in.

So, how did this puppet burrow underground?

Caught completely off-guard, Ye Zhongming dodged purely on instinct, but the puppet’s spear still grazed him, slicing open a wound. The blue armor he had crafted before entering this space failed to block the strike.

These two puppets, attacking in tandem, instantly gained the upper hand, forcing Ye Zhongming to focus entirely on them while other enemy assaults went unchecked.

Boom!

Not an actual sound, but Xiao Xuan’s command—ordering the Youth Army to unleash their skills first.

Hundreds of skills flew out, bombarding the iron umbrellas.

The battlefield trembled with the impact, the chains tethering the umbrellas shaking violently. The Female Guard warriors trying to sever them had no choice but to abandon their efforts.

The chains were retracting rapidly. Even with Xiao Min’s team positioned in layers, they could only land two or three strikes on the same spot before the chains moved. At most, with others clearing the way, they might manage four or five hits.

But that wasn’t enough to cut through chains this thick.

Xiao Min led her team into the Youth Army’s ranks, joining them at the rear.

Since the chains were unbreakable, their only option was to target the umbrellas themselves.

The Youth Army’s attacks briefly stalled the umbrellas. Xiao Min’s group, arriving just in time, followed up with their own assault. For a fleeting moment, the umbrellas halted.

But no one in Cloud Peak believed the threat was over.

The next second, the umbrellas surged forward again. The only difference? Many of the spikes facing Cloud Peak were now bent!

But—

Not a single one had broken off!

At such speeds, bent spikes made little difference.

Everything had happened too fast. For Cloud Peak’s warriors to react like this in mere seconds was already remarkable. But with the umbrellas still advancing, they had to make a final decision.

“All captains, with me!” Xiao Min gritted her teeth and roared.

The only feasible solution now was to rely on the individual combat strength of evolved to block the umbrellas physically!

“Everyone else, hold your ground!”

This was Xiao Min’s second command as she charged forward.

She targeted the central umbrella.

Two captains flanked her, selecting their own targets, activating their jobs and bloodlines—this was a fight for survival.

Xiao Xuan clenched his jaw and stepped forward, choosing an umbrella ahead of him.

But there were only four of them, and ten umbrellas.

Cloud Peak never lacked brave souls. Dozens surged forward, each believing they stood a chance.

As they rushed out, they glanced at one another. Those who spotted stronger comrades or better odds silently withdrew.

This wasn’t the time for heroics. If they failed to stop the umbrellas, the entire force would suffer.

Soon, each umbrella had one defender—either high-tier evolved like Xiao Min (eight-star), or those with specialized skills or bloodlines, like a Youth Army member who transformed into a strength-type evolved, wielding defensive gear to withstand the impact.

The rest formed backup lines. If the front defenders faltered, they would step in to fill the gap.

But the first line was their best hope. If they failed, the backups likely would too—their role was merely to delay.

Yet row after row of warriors lined up behind them, over a dozen per umbrella, their numbers still growing.

Xiao Min’s weapon flashed twice, striking the umbrella before her. The metallic clang pierced eardrums.

As an eight-star evolved enhanced by modified potions, her physique surpassed most, granting immense strength. The collision tore her palms open, and her weapon flew out of her hands.