Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 28 Essential Skills for Necromancers

Colonel Robert heeded the advice and ignored the slimy sounds coming from outside the safe house all night—sounds like a giant mollusk scraping and crashing through the streets, crushing everything in its path into dust.

He ignored everything, pretending not to hear anything. The monstrous roars he used to hear from the bathtub seemed to have changed tone—he heard their terror, their panic. The hysterical screams, like those of desperate beasts at the end of their lives, now sounded exceptionally pleasant. And he, who had always suffered from insomnia, received the reward that only came after heeding the advice.

He had a good sleep.

Instead of curling up in the bathtub as he had done every night before, he lay on the living room sofa, where he could see the two visitors as soon as he opened his eyes, and slept exceptionally comfortably.

The intense sense of unreality ultimately failed to have any real or effective impact on him. But when he finally woke up to the alarm on his sports watch the next morning, the sight that greeted him finally made his heart pound with joy.

Is all of this a dream?

He did indeed encounter a University of Michigan professor from the future and his assistant, and with their help, he captured a large number of Night Demon samples for research. More importantly, he drew strength from their arrival—the future was no longer an untouchable fog, but a tangible, within-reach dawn of victory.

—I am certain that I will be able to develop an antidote for the KV virus.

—The golden age that belongs to humankind will surely return again.

The vision gradually cleared. The black-armored figure sitting on the sofa was as silent and majestic as a heavy mountain. A twilight glow seemed to flow subtly across the futuristic high-tech armor, finally settling in Professor Si's eyes.

"Good morning, Colonel." Professor Si's voice was as gentle and refined as ever.

"Good morning, Professor." The colonel nodded subconsciously in response. For a moment, he thought he had returned to a day three years ago when he was fighting on the front lines with his colleagues.

“Last night…” He stopped mid-sentence. “…It was very lively.”

“A little,” Professor Si nodded in reply. “Those Night Demons seemed to sense something. The total number of Night Demons that appeared in this area last night should be over ten thousand. They destroyed many unattended houses and broke into them, which forced me to make a rather… large-scale operation when I took action.”

The sound of a wok sizzling came from the kitchen, and the aroma of breakfast filled the air. The professor's assistant, wearing an apron, was busy at the stove, and it wouldn't be long before she finished cooking.

The colonel approached the window that was blocked by a protective barrier.

"Is it okay?" He gestured to pull open the partition.

Professor Si simply made a "please do as you please" gesture, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

He pulled open the partition.

He quickly pulled the partition back up.

What met the eye was an undeniable mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The shattered remains of the Night Demon stretched from the window all the way to the other side of the street. Almost all the small houses in the vicinity were smashed apart as if by a typhoon. Some looked as if the Night Demon had smashed down their doors and torn open their windows. Others, however, looked as if they had been hammered into the walls by a tunnel boring machine!

At least two thousand Night Demons died on the streets last night… at least two thousand. And these bloodthirsty, flesh-eating Night Demons couldn't even manage to collect the remains of their own kind!
He swallowed his saliva.

The colonel felt that his face might be distorted, so that his smile would definitely look strange.

"...A grand scale?"

“There will only be more coming tomorrow.” Professor Si nodded. “Their collective subconscious is reminding them that something that poses a deadly threat to the continuation of their species is about to be born. And this is their final resistance, their last struggle. It is also the greatest obstacle blocking the road to human revival.”

Robert had heard of the theory of clustered subconsciousness. He wanted to ask Professor Si how he arrived at such a conclusion. But considering Professor Si's expertise, he decided it was best not to waste his time on such trivial details.

He had even begun to get used to those skeleton soldiers with ghostly fire emanating from their eye sockets.

"I will work hard to find an antidote," he said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry." Professor Si simply waved his hand. "I'll buy you some time."

The sound of plates tapping against the table rang out as the professor's timid and introverted assistant placed breakfast on the table. She watched the decision-makers, who were discussing important matters, with a mixture of unease and anticipation. Her fingers gently pinched the hem of her skirt.

"Um... breakfast is ready."

The breakfast tasted great.

Even using only ordinary canned goods and vegetables as the main ingredients, the girl's cooking had a distinctly homely flavor. It was a quality the colonel hadn't experienced in a long time, a quality that might be called 'homely warmth' in the East. The sweet and delicious food brought joy to all the diners.

Sam's tail wagged with particular delight. "Ishikawa, you'll stay behind and assist the Colonel in the experiment," the professor instructed his assistant as he put down his cutlery. This arrangement caused Robert to slightly raise his chin.

“I can handle this by myself, Professor.”

“But it’s inconvenient for me to bring her along later, at least not this time.” The professor shook his head slightly and pointed out a crucial situation that had to be taken seriously. “Besides, there are a total of twenty-eight Night Demons in your lab right now, and she can ensure that you don’t encounter any unexpected situations.”

The colonel seemed lost in thought, but the girl appeared flustered. She waved her hands frantically, looking quite panicked.

"Me, me?" Her pretty face flushed red, her voice trembling. "But I... I can't do anything."

“You don’t need to do anything. You just need to stand next to Colonel Robert in my place… My necromancy requires a medium to operate over long distances. As long as you’re here, I can control the skeleton soldiers to immediately take down those night demons should any unexpected out-of-control situations occur.”

"If that's all..." she breathed a sigh of relief.

“You should have some faith in the potent sedative I concocted, Professor.” Robert only made a casual complaint. He then earnestly told Siming his promise. “Don’t worry, I will protect Miss Ishikawa. But Professor, what you said about buying time…”

"...Could it be the way I'm imagining it?"

..............................

Robert's intuition was sharp. Or rather, Simin's undisguised style of doing things was rather easy to understand. When the sun's rays fully bathed the streets, casting everything in a golden glow that terrified the Night Demon, he had already arrived at his destination.

The Night Demon's lair, a key station on the New York City subway. As he rode his necromantic wind-attribute wolf to the surface entrance, the dark and chilling aura emanating from the underground entrance transformed into an invisible wind, caressing his skin protected by the bio-nanosuit.

They knew he was coming, and they were on high alert.

Crimson eyes lurked and flickered in the shadows. Countless restless heartbeats were hidden behind earthen traps and bunkers.

A large portion of them were used to hunt giant beasts.

That was clearly a gift specially made for the burrowing worms, since they had already suffered greatly at the hands of them.

but……

"There's something, but not much."

"It seems my judgment was not far off, as I was able to deduce that I would launch an attack during the day."

He had only casually mentioned the theory of the collective unconscious, just as his claim that he needed Ishikawa Shizuka as a medium to remotely control the skeleton soldiers was also nonsense. The former was merely to enhance his professionalism and persuasiveness as a professor at the University of Michigan. The latter was simply to increase Ishikawa Shizuka's sense of involvement in the mission and to slightly cultivate the timid girl's confidence.

But now it seems that the idea of ​​a group's subconscious might not be entirely unfounded. This group of Night Elves, which Colonel Robert observed for three years and concluded that they "did not exhibit social behavior," may have derived their intelligence from a cluster network similar to ant colonies or beehives, where quantity determines strength.

And since that's the case...

"I knew it! That's why mental pollution works on you beasts."

A mystery has been solved. My mood has improved considerably as a result.

Si Ming rode the giant wolf and fearlessly stepped into the darkness—fearless in the sense of the undead wolf beneath him, not in the sense of himself. After all, in his eyes, these night demons, whose parameters had been verified to their maximum limits, were no different from dust.

The summoning space opened silently.

Twenty more skeletal soldiers, swords and shields in hand, charged ahead of him, plunging deeper into the earth. The moment for close combat arrived swiftly before his very eyes. At most twenty seconds into the advance, fifty meters underground, some of the lurking night demons could no longer contain themselves and pounced from the shadows towards their ambush targets!
"Roar—" The Night Demon's roar was deafening.

One of the strongest vanguard soldiers immediately tackled a skeleton soldier to the ground. Its allies then launched an attack on another skeleton soldier forming the ranks. In an instant, twenty skeletal soldiers faced a simultaneous attack from over fifty Night Demons. The reason for this limited number was that there were only so many open spaces available for each attack!
Sharp, piercing screams filled the underground tunnels. Even without Si Ming consciously observing, he knew the welcoming crowd in the subway station numbered at least several thousand.

They are endless, they are full of confidence.

However, when the vanguard among them overwhelmed all the skeletal soldiers guarding Siming, their bloodthirsty red eyes only saw Siming's clenched fist.

"burst."

He gave the response of a warm welcome.

(End of this chapter)