Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Alicia could not do anything that allowed someone else to forgive the perpetrator.

Chapter 245 Calming the Storm and Ritual Spells

　After gaining a deeper understanding of the entire incident, Alicia fell silent.

　She was unwilling to see the tornado unleashed by her friend devour countless innocent people.

　While his life was at stake, the legitimacy of Morales' retaliatory actions could not be denied.

　Amidst this complex mix of emotions, even the Pink Fairy, known for her emotional intelligence, felt speechless and powerless.

　However, Alicia's silence did not affect Moros's reaction.

　After waiting a while, seeing that there was still no response from the other end of the [Wraith Jar], Moros spoke again with some helplessness.

　“Ellie, for your sake, I will quell those three tornadoes…”

　"Wow, thank you! I knew you were the best to me!"

　Before Moros could finish speaking, Alicia couldn't wait to express her joy and gratitude.

　Listening to the pink fairy's light and melodious voice, the necromancer couldn't help but sigh softly and rub his furrowed brow.

　He really didn't have any good ideas about Alicia.

　However, judging from the slight upturn of his lips, Moros's mood wasn't actually that bad.

　However, as a legitimate necromancer, he could not simply let go of those who posed a threat to him.

　and so……

　"but!"

　After a pause, Moros's tone suddenly became serious and cold.

　"I need you to convey a message to the Firemoth Council—I will not let this matter rest!"

　The necromancer's words were like the north wind in the dead of winter, instantly dispelling the slightly eased atmosphere.

　“Moros…”

　Alicia opened her mouth, but ultimately couldn't say anything.

　Just as the necromancer cherished his friendship with the pink fairy, Alicia also treasured this bond.

　After Morros had shown a willingness to compromise, she was no longer willing to defend or plead for those powerful figures who had stirred up the conflict.

　With the use of the [Qi Control Technique], the three tornadoes with wind force reaching level twelve released by [Storm Bone Ape Hanuman] rapidly weakened within a few minutes, eventually turning into a gentle breeze.

　A cutting-edge military satellite floating in geostationary orbit captured the scene and transmitted real-time monitoring footage back to Earth.

　Those powerful figures at the pinnacle of human society witnessed the impending disasters that were about to hit East Timor, Papua New Guinea, and the Solomon Islands vanish without a trace, yet they felt an unprecedented chill in their hearts.

　They had learned of the necromancer's attitude from the urgent feedback from the Firemoth Council.

　Now, seeing the tornado subside, these rulers know that this is merely the calm before the storm, and the necromancers' revenge is imminent.

　At that moment, a thought quietly arose in the minds of these important figures.

　If we had known this would happen, why did we let the moths that chase fire handle this matter?

　In their eyes, the safety of ordinary people is no more important than their personal interests.

　If these predators had known that calming the storm would mean turning the necromancers' revenge against themselves, they would probably have made a very different choice.

　However, since things have come to this, they can only do their best to deal with the impending storm of revenge.

　As it turns out, when it comes to matters of personal interest or even life, the powerful and wealthy react with extreme speed.

　At the same time the tornado was quelled, private armed groups were deployed to their respective areas.

　These private soldiers, who usually enjoy the highest treatment, the best equipment, and the most professional training, stepped forward without hesitation, even knowing that the road ahead was fraught with danger, vowing to protect their lord to the death.

　It wasn't just these private armed forces; even the regular armies of various countries were urgently dispatched to their sides by these bigwigs under various pretexts and reasons.

　To supply these armed forces, countries began mobilizing their reserves, and a covert military mobilization was unfolding globally.

　As these troops and supplies were mobilized, a tense and somber atmosphere enveloped the entire human society.

　Such a large-scale mobilization of military equipment, personnel, and supplies could not possibly be kept secret from everyone.

　Even among the poor and isolated common people, many intelligent individuals sensed the impending storm.

　In this context, various rumors and conspiracy theories began to circulate among the public.

　People gathered to discuss and exchange information about the various unusual phenomena that had recently occurred around them, and a sense of unease spread rapidly like a plague to every corner of society.

　Various marches, demonstrations, and even violent protests began to emerge continuously.

　Aside from dispatching police to suppress these incidents when they escalated, the leaders of various countries paid no further attention to them.

　After all, in this turbulent time, they themselves are facing enormous threats and are barely able to protect their own safety, let alone deal with the emotions and demands of the people.

　Of course, given the nature of these meat-eaters, they all held a deep grudge against these guys who dared to cause them trouble.

　Once they get through this ordeal, they'll be able to...

　These important figures naturally sought revenge.

　While those in power at the top of human society were busy protecting themselves, deep underground at the Möbius Institute, an altar resembling an Aztec pyramid was quietly completed.

　The altar was made entirely of obsidian, its surface engraved with countless twisted and blasphemous magical runes, exuding an eerie and profound aura.

　Nearly three hundred high liches solemnly surrounded the altar, silently awaiting the start of the ceremony.

　At the top of the altar, a young figure in a brown cloak—a necromancer—stood alone and solemnly.

　He looked down at the silent lich priests below, confirming that they had precisely reached the positions designated by the ritual spell.

　Casting ritual magic is not an easy task.

　This is not as simple as the great liches and the spellcaster jointly casting a spell.

　In reality, ritual magic is more often used to enhance magical effects, and the process is complex and intricate.

　Performing ritual magic requires extremely high magical skill; only when the caster's own magical level is powerful enough can they successfully guide and complete this ritual.

　Of course, this was no problem for Moros, who had already reached the demigod level.

　Getting back to the main point, after confirming that the spell ritual was ready, the necromancer gently raised his hand.

　A wisp of eerie green soul fire ignited in the brazier beside the altar.

　At the same time, a faint and eerie weeping sound filled the air, like the mournful cry of a newborn baby on its deathbed, sending chills down one's spine.

　Guided by Moros's magic, a huge black crystal ball slowly floated to the center of the altar.

　The next moment, the sinister and obscure energy from the eerie green soul fire was injected into the crystal ball.

　Immediately afterwards, a series of rapid and sharp incantations rang out, and the ritual spell began.

Chapter 246 Remote Curse Kill

　Accompanied by eerie and unsettling chanting, Moros's pupils gradually turned pale.

　In just a moment, his entire pupil seemed to melt inside his eyeball.

　One by one, faint souls lingered around his body, and every now and then one would be sucked into the [Wand of the Underworld] he held in his hand.

　These souls were all extracted from low-level soul crystals that had been pre-placed in preset slots on the altar.

　As a versatile magical material, Moros would naturally not hesitate to use these sparkly little darlings to enhance the power of spells while reducing the cost to himself when performing such sinister rituals.

　As the low-level soul crystals were continuously consumed, the black crystal ball floating in the center of the altar began to emit an ominous dark green light.

　Under this light, the phantom of Jeffrey, a politician renowned in human society, gradually coalesced on the crystal ball.

　Yes, the ruler of a military-powered nation on the East European Plain has now become the first target of the necromancer's revenge.

　Through his dealings with those powerful figures who were dissatisfied with the status quo and craved more power, Moros learned that he was behind the operation on the Australian continent that had attempted to endanger Möbius's safety.

　As for why, even though they already knew the necromancer was about to take revenge, the powerful still chose to make a deal with him.

　This is not surprising at all.

　The wages of avarice is death.

　Given enough profit, there are plenty of people willing to betray those who are usually high and mighty.

　Moreover, not all those in power initially approved of the operation aimed at seizing Möbius.

　To avoid being implicated and retaliated against innocent people, those in power who were not involved revealed some unknown inside information to the necromancer through their own channels.

　The moment Jeffrey's face became clearly visible on the crystal ball, Morros's gaze turned cold and resolute.

　Without hesitation, he raised the [Staff of the Underworld] in his hand and whispered the final ritual incantation.

　【Death Curse】!

　As the incantation ended, a sinister ghost burst forth from the tip of the [Underworld Staff].

　A sharp whistling sound echoed in the empty underground space, and the dark energy transformed from the ghost rushed straight at the black crystal ball floating in front of it like a dark venomous snake.

　At the same time, the flames surrounding the entire altar seemed to be infused with evil power, instantly surging several times over and turning the entire underground space a ghastly green.

　Countless phantoms of wandering spirits emerged from the void, swirling around the altar and emitting mournful howls and eerie whispers, enveloping the entire altar in a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

　Listening to these wails and whispers, a ruthless glint appeared in the necromancer's eyes.

　"boom!"

　With a soft onomatopoeic sound from Moros's lips, the sinister energy transformed from the ghost slammed into the black crystal ball.

　The moment Jeffrey's phantom within the crystal ball came into contact with this energy, it exploded, vanishing into nothingness, as if from...

　It has never existed in general.

　Upon seeing this, a cold, sharp smile appeared on Moros's lips.

　He knew that the politician who had once tried to challenge his bottom line had now completely disappeared from this world.

　Eurasia, East European Plain.

　Outside Jeffrey’s mansion, an elite force comprised of the regular army of the nation he ruled was on high alert.

　In addition to a large number of soldiers, the garrison here is also equipped with a variety of heavy weapons, from Humvees and infantry fighting vehicles to anti-aircraft vehicles.

　Even the Honkai Energy-enhanced main battle tanks equipped with electromagnetic cannons were deployed in a company (14 vehicles).

　These armed forces all demonstrate the nation's formidable military strength and Jeffrey's terrifying power.

　Not only are ground troops on high alert, but the airspace over the area where the mansion is located is also under 24/7 surveillance.

　If any unidentified signals are detected, the air force wing at a nearby air base will respond swiftly to ensure Jeffrey's absolute safety.

　This comprehensive and multi-dimensional security system seemed so impeccable that Jeffrey completely let go of his worries after the arrangements were completed, and instead indulged in unrestrained pleasure.

　Just like this moment.

　The mansion was brightly lit, and laughter and cheerful voices filled the air.

　Jeffrey was surrounded by the country's elites, their clinking glasses and laughter creating a seemingly prosperous but ultimately false picture.

　However, just as he was enjoying the feast, an invisible force suddenly descended upon the mansion.

　At that moment, Jeffrey felt a chill creep up his spine and straight to his heart.

　The wine glass in his hand slipped and shattered on the ground, but the uncrowned king had no time to care.

　Driven by the sudden chill, Jeffrey looked around in fear.

　The guests, who had been laughing and chatting, were now deathly pale, as if they had witnessed some indescribable horror.

　Just as everyone was stunned, a dark light burst forth from Jeffrey's chest without warning, like an invisible yet exceptionally sharp dagger, instantly piercing his heart.

　He felt a sharp pain spread from his chest throughout his body, as if something was tearing his soul apart.

　Jeffrey opened his mouth wide in terror, trying to shout, but his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible force, and he couldn't utter a sound.

　As the dim light gradually faded, his body collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further.

　The eyes of this once high-ranking figure were filled with terror and despair, as if he had seen something horrifying in the final moments of his life.

　Unfortunately, all of this could not change his fate of dying suddenly.

　The surrounding guests screamed in fright at the sight, and the entire mansion descended into chaos.

　Upon hearing the commotion, the elite soldiers outside the mansion rushed in to investigate.