Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　At that moment, looking at the argument before him, he made a decision.

　Since the evacuation is necessary because of the storm, then once the storm subsides, everyone should be safe from further risks.

　With this thought in mind, the boy, carrying a backpack full of explosives, disappeared into the shadows of the stronghold.

　The wind blows.

　The hurricane tore through the sky, crushed the streets, and swallowed up buildings.

　A fully armed teenager stands atop the city's tallest building.

　Just a few kilometers ahead of him was a vortex formed by the storm, which was now moving at high speed toward him.

　The boy rubbed his fists together tightly, as if that could suppress the trembling in his body.

　Even so, he still stiffened his neck and stared intently at the enormous beast that was charging towards him.

　He is waiting.

　When the vortex rolls to his feet, he will leap into the eye of the storm.

　That place is the heart of the calamity, the origin of all misfortune.

　He must destroy it.

　The boy closed his eyes, mentally rehearsing every step of the battle against the hurricane's core.

　The storm will tear his body apart and erase his existence.

　He will destroy the storm's power source before he runs out of breath.

　When it's all over, perhaps someone will lay a bouquet of flowers at his grave.

　But more likely, he will disappear from the world silently, just like all the missing people devoured by the wind, and the land where he was born and raised.

　...but he did not regret it.

　The eye of the storm was approaching, and the boy tensed up.

　You only get one chance.

　Three, two, one, jump!

　Its frail body was swallowed up by the gale in an instant.

　The hurricane tore his clothes and skin apart, but the boy gritted his teeth and threw explosives toward the eye of the storm.

　As long as the power source there is destroyed, everything will end -

　But the next moment, the boy's blood turned cold.

　...At the eye of the storm, there was nothing but a gem.

　The wind did not subside.

　It engulfed the boy, about to crush every bone in his body.

　Suddenly, his body was violently lifted into the air and flung away from the storm.

　A tall, imposing figure blocked his way.

　He was a white-haired young man who was not much older than him.

　He stood firm against the storm, gun in hand, like an unshakable javelin.

　"who are you?"

　Kosmo asked in a hissing voice, his voice muffled by the strong wind.

　"Why are there still civilians here, especially a child?"

　"Listen up, if you don't want to die, run now. There's a shelter 30 kilometers east of the city, get there immediately!"

Chapter 215 First Meeting with Two Heroes

　"What is that? What's going on?"

　The boy ignored the white-haired youth's advice and instead asked a question in return.

　"The source of disaster. Its birth signifies the coming of destruction."

　"destroy?"

　The boy repeated in shock, finding it hard to believe that the storm that had nearly killed him was actually the product of a tiny, emerald-green gem no bigger than his palm.

　His teeth chattered, and fear made him even afraid to imagine what kind of horrific destruction the young man spoke of would actually be.

　"Evacuate as soon as possible and don't get close to the wind circle."

　"My name is Kevin, and I will stop this storm."

　The white-haired youth who called himself Kevin once again offered his advice.

　"...Please let me stay! I can be your assistant."

　The boy was silent for a moment, then shouted with all his might.

　He didn't understand where this sudden courage came from, but a voice in his heart told him that he must keep up with the young people, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

　The young man turned his head slightly and looked towards him.

　His eyes fixed the boy in place.

　...That was the look of someone determined to die, and also the look of someone about to conquer everything.

　"Your name is... Kosmo, right?"

　The young man's gaze swept over his name tag.

　"Okay, then do me a favor, a favor that only you can do."

　“You’re a great guy, so…”

　"Stay alive, okay?"

　When Moros used the [Aura Manipulation Technique] again, throwing it onto the tornado storm unleashed by the Herrscher of Wind in her final moments, he was surprised to find that the storm's intensity had dropped dramatically.

　What's going on? Wait, what's that?!

　The doubts in his heart spread like ripples, but this did not affect the necromancer's actions.

　Realizing that the best time to quell the storm had arrived, Moros did not hesitate to use a super magic technique called [Instant Spellcasting] to continuously cast [Aura Manipulation] spells into the tornado.

　Under the relentless spellcasting of an Ashan spellcaster from the demigod realm, the tornado that had already leveled five large cities and claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands was finally quelled.

　Only now did Moros have the opportunity to investigate the situation he had just discovered.

　As the tornado subsided, the view, which had been obscured by the violent, Honkai-energy-filled airflow, became clear.

　The necromancer could clearly see that in the center of the tornado, a white-haired, blue-eyed youth was tightly gripping the core of the Herrscher of Wind.

　Beside him stood a green-haired, orange-eyed boy covered in blood.

　Kevin, and Kosmo...?

　After stepping into the realm of demigods, Moros's life level completed its fourth leap.

　This leap in life level not only granted the necromancer an extra five thousand years of lifespan, but also allowed him to clearly remember every detail of his previous life.

　Therefore, despite the significant difference between the two people before him and their appearance as the Thirteen Heroes of the Fire Chaser, Moros recognized them at a glance.

　"Pity."

　He sighed softly, then straightened his expression and spoke.

　“You’ve done a great job, and I won’t hesitate to reward you.”

　Noticing that neither of them showed any sign of interest, the necromancer couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

　"However, shouldn't you put down my spoils first?"

　Moros spoke calmly, but his eyes revealed an undeniable determination.

　Yes, even after recognizing Kevin and Kosmo's identities, the necromancer did not give up on the Wind.

　The core meaning of "the lawgiver".

　This is his spoils of war.

　These were also the only two physical gains he made during this great collapse.

　Moros wouldn't give up this Herrscher Core of the Wind Herrscher just because of his memories as the old captain in his previous life.

　Ultimately, he was only meeting Kevin and Kosmo for the first time.

　They don't have the face to ask a necromancer to give up his rightful share of the profits.

　Of course, if it were Alicia or Eden, Moros's attitude would be completely different from what he is now.

　If Alicia and the others wanted it, he would never hesitate to give them a Herrscher Core.

　Kevin's expression remained calm despite hearing the necromancer's words.

　He repeated the voice coming through the headset, his voice completely flat.

　"Your Excellency, this Herrscher core has extremely high scientific research value, and it is of immeasurable importance to our future research on the Flame Chaser. If you are willing to give it up, the Flame Chaser is willing..."

　"So, you're saying you're unwilling to return it?"

　Moros interrupted Kevin, his tone revealing obvious displeasure.

　Today, the Fire Moth is merely an international organization under the United Nations.

　Even if it wields far more power than normal international organizations, it is still nothing compared to the necromancers who can force the United Nations to bow down.

　As Moros finished speaking, Kosmo could no longer contain his anger.

　His eyes flashed with intense hostility as he shouted sharply.

　"No!"

　In his view, Moros's actions at this moment were nothing short of blatant theft of the Herrscher Core that they had risked their lives to obtain from the storm.

　The violent air currents filled with Honkai energy within the tornado not only obscured Moros's senses but also prevented them from seeing what was happening outside the storm.

　Therefore, in Kosmo's eyes, the calming of the storm was entirely due to their seizure of the Herrscher Core of the Herrscher of Wind, and had nothing to do with Moros.

　In this context, Kosmo's hostility becomes quite understandable.

　Out of respect and goodwill towards the Thirteen Heroes of the Fire Chaser, Moros did not take Kosmo's hostility to heart.

　He simply narrowed his eyes and issued a very serious warning.

　"I'm giving you one last chance to hand over my spoils."

　At this time, the [Fusion Warrior Surgery] was still on Mebius's research agenda. Kevin and Kosmos had not yet undergone this surgery that could completely change life forms and give humans unimaginable power.

　However, this did not prevent them from keenly perceiving the tense and dangerous atmosphere in the air.

　Kevin and Kosmo exchanged a glance, both seeing determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

　They understood that the person before them was no ordinary opponent, but even so, they were unwilling to give up the Herrscher core in their hands.

　Kevin took a deep breath and made one last attempt to defuse the conflict with words.

　"Your Excellency, we respect your strength, but this Herrscher Core is of extraordinary significance to us, the Flame Chaser..."

　Moros interrupted Kevin, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

　"Is this your decision? I respect your choice."

　After saying that, he cast a dark magic spell called "Mind Control" using the method of "instant casting".

　Under the immense power of magic, Kevin and Kosmo, who had not yet undergone the [Fusion Warrior Surgery], had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as Moros took the emerald green Herrscher core from their hands.

Chapter 216 Kevin's Invitation and Goodbye to Vervie

　As Moros toyed with the emerald green Herrscher Core of the Wind, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

　But in the end, he made a decision.

　Looking at Kevin and Kosmo, who were bound by magic and unable to move, the necromancer's voice revealed an undeniable authority.

　"Considering your contributions in this incident, I forgive your rudeness. However, you must understand..."

　His gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment, as if trying to imprint their images deeply into his mind.

　"Remember, there won't be a next time!"