Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Knowing full well that Congressman William's stance differed from theirs, how could these cunning and shrewd congressmen possibly reveal the core secrets of the Lawyer's core to him?

　However, these minor difficulties could not shake Moros's firm determination to seize the Herrscher core.

　Despite being constrained by the tacit understanding with the powerful elites at the top of the human society pyramid, necromancers cannot directly control the members of the Firemoth Council through spells like [Puppet Master] to easily find out the whereabouts of the Herrscher Core.

　However, this restriction can only temporarily delay his progress in gaining control of the Herrscher's core location, and cannot achieve any other results.

　Using magic to manipulate bureaucrats is actually a rather taboo thing.

　Given the necromancer's terrifying power, those in power in human society chose to turn a blind eye to his past suspected acts of this kind.

　However, if one directly manipulates high-ranking officials like the "Moth Chasing the Flame" senator, the risks involved are immeasurable.

　Every step leaves a trace.

　No matter how carefully he plans and handles things, clues are always hard to avoid.

　There's nothing we can do about it; Moros isn't a professional at this.

　Even if he could use magic to cover everything up, the overly clean traces would still become the focus of attention for those with ulterior motives, revealing information he didn't want others to know.

　Having just reached a reconciliation with human society, the necromancer has no intention of provoking the powerful figures who rule over human society on this planet once again.

　Being unafraid and actively provoking are two completely different things.

　Considering Alicia and Eden's feelings, he would still avoid unnecessary conflict unless absolutely necessary.

　Moreover, the world is never short of people who betray their organizations for personal gain.

　Knowing this, Moros believed he could achieve his goal without personally getting involved.

　Searching for the Herrscher Core of the Fifth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Ice, is an extremely time-consuming and laborious task.

　Even with intelligence provided by informants as a guide, it still requires a significant investment of time and effort.

　Of course, such tedious tasks do not require the necromancer to handle them personally.

　Moros was not a lone wolf; the powerful figures loyal to him were happy to share his burdens and solve his problems.

　Before he had a firm grasp of the key information about the location of the Herrscher's core, Moros naturally wouldn't waste his time on pointless waiting.

　Although the necromancer has experienced four leaps in life level and has enough lifespan to wait, time is still a precious thing for him before the final meteor falls.

　After watching Alicia board the Firemoth's transport plane, Moros waved his hand lightly, opening a demiplane portal to the Cemetery Territory.

　Admittedly, compared to his three main territories on Earth, the cemetery territory in the demiplane is utterly uninhabitable.

　However, there is no denying that the Level 5 Magic Guild there is an excellent place to study magic.

　When Moros set foot on the cemetery grounds, on the gray-brown soil permeated with the aura of death, he did not hesitate for a moment, immediately immersing himself in the deep ocean of magical research.

　This time, his target was the pinnacle of magic—legendary spells.

　This kind of magic can grant the caster a lofty status comparable to that of the gods, which is an irresistible temptation for any aspiring spellcaster.

　Besides, Moros was fed up with only mastering one legendary spell.

　This is not to say that the power of [Doomsday Judgment] is not strong enough, but rather that he desires to master more diverse spells.

　He knew that a truly qualified Ashan demigod spellcaster must master legendary spells in multiple areas, including single-target damage, defense, and support, as well as other secondary spells to make up for any deficiencies.

　However, even though he had already experienced four leaps in his life level, the difficulty of the legendary spells still made this necromancer frown.

　According to Moros's estimate, even with the extremely rich collection of legendary spellbooks in the library of the [Level 5 Magic Guild], the time required to learn a new legendary spell would be measured in years.

　Currently, the fifth Great Collapse

　It's over. The Herrscher of Ice has been killed by Thousand Calamities. The Honkai's judgment process on this era's civilization is nearly halfway complete.

　Against this backdrop, the time one can peacefully immerse oneself in the study of magic becomes all the more precious and scarce.

　Moros understood that as the day of the Herrscher of the End's arrival drew ever closer, he could no longer leisurely study the vast amount of magical knowledge in the library.

　He must make a choice.

　Staring at the mountain of magical tomes before him, the necromancer felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

　Time is still too tight; no more than two legendary spells in each area should be used...

　With this principle in mind, Moros began to meticulously select and evaluate each spellbook.

　He had to select the spells that were most crucial and urgent for him to ensure that he could achieve the greatest breakthrough in the shortest amount of time.

　This is certainly not easy.

　Every spellbook contains endless mysteries and wisdom; finding the most suitable one is not so simple.

　However, if he didn't want to be utterly defeated when facing the Herrscher of the End, this was something he had to do.

Chapter 255 Determining the Target and the Thousand Tribulations

　As a faction that once unleashed the Shadow of Death in the war, shaking the entire world of Ashan, the Necropolis faction undoubtedly possesses profound and vast magical knowledge.

　In this respect, even looking at the entire world of Ashan, only the Academy faction (Silver City-State) can firmly suppress this faction.

　Unfortunately, the Cemetery faction itself split off from the Academy faction.

　If the mages of the Academy hadn't driven the necromancers from their land out of fear of the forbidden power of necromancy, and hadn't also regarded the sorcerers skilled in bloodline modification as heretics and expelled them, the world of Ashan might have been completely different long ago.

　Imagine if these three spellcasters, each with their own strengths in the magical realm, could put aside their past grievances and join forces. Their combined power would sweep across the entire world of Ashan like a raging storm, unstoppable by anyone.

　Even if all other factions joined forces, they could only look on helplessly at such terrifying magical power and could not contend with it.

　However, reality doesn't offer "what ifs".

　It is well known that heretics are more hateful than pagans.

　For necromancers and sorcerers, it was their former comrades who had studied magic with them who drove them out of Bracada.

　This betrayal and expulsion is more unforgettable than any oppression from a foreign power.

　In this situation, even in the face of the threat of the apocalypse, the possibility of them cooperating with the magicians of the academy is almost negligible.

　Getting back to the main point, the towering Level 5 Magic Guild in the Necropolis City is a temple of magical knowledge, containing all the magical wisdom and mysteries of the Necropolis faction.

　Even though magical knowledge related to legendary spells is incredibly precious, Moros can still find magical foundations that suit his taste in this endless treasure trove, paving a glorious path for himself to reach even greater heights of magic.

　The decision is yours!

　As his fingers gently glided across the spine of the book, feeling the delicate yet eerie texture that resembled human skin, Moros's gaze became deep and focused.

　"【Avatar of Death】? I didn't expect to get something like this..."

　He muttered to himself, his voice revealing an undisguised excitement and anticipation.

　As a necromancer of the Necropolis faction, Moros was naturally familiar with the ability of [Death Avatar].

　This is the signature move of Arantir, one of the leaders of the Necropolis faction, and the key to his fame throughout the continent of Entagri.

　However, what shocked Moros was that the Necropolis faction was able to analyze this talent ability in such depth.

　The necromancers living in Dia not only fully understood how this talent worked, but also transformed it into a legendary spell for future generations to learn and study.

　This is undoubtedly a great breakthrough in the history of magic, and it's incredible.

　Now that the goal had been set, Moros no longer hesitated.

　He immediately threw himself into the study of the [Death Avatar].

　The necromancer knew very well that this would be a long and arduous journey.

　But he is ready to meet the challenges ahead.

　Before the arrival of the Herrscher of the End, who wields the power of [Time], time is fair to everyone in this world.

　As Moros, filled with anticipation for the future, immersed himself in in-depth research into the legendary spell [Avatar of Death], some changes were also quietly taking place on the planet watched over by the Cocoon of the End.

　Time moves forward.

　"Where...is this?"

　The moment the white-haired man opened his eyes, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

　This made him feel a little lost.

　"I remember... I think I passed out..."

　Fragments of memory

　Like a tidal wave, fragments of what had happened not long ago gradually pieced together in his mind.

　"It seems she was rescued..."

　The white-haired man reached up and touched his face, feeling the cold metallic touch on his fingertips, which calmed his agitation slightly.

　Supporting himself with one hand, he raised his head and scanned every corner of the room.

　The room is simply yet warmly furnished. Hand-embroidered decorative paintings on the walls quietly tell the story of time, while a bouquet of vibrant flowers on the counter adds a touch of life to this tranquil space.

　Outside the window, bright sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains, bathing the space in a golden glow.

　Taking all of this into account, the white-haired man gained a preliminary understanding of his current situation.

　Despite his body being tightly wrapped in medical bandages, he still struggled to support his weakened body and slowly straightened his back.

　"No matter where I am, I need to leave as soon as possible..."

　Clenching his teeth and enduring the waves of pain emanating from his riddled body, the white-haired man moved with difficulty toward the door.

　Although the battle with the Herrscher of Ice was not difficult for him, it was enough to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

　Before encountering the divine apostle who wielded the power of "absolute zero," the white-haired man's body was already exhausted from years of providing blood to the villagers.

　The rampage that destroyed the village exhausted his last bit of strength.

　The fact that he was able to defeat and annihilate the apostle of the god who manipulated ice and snow when he was almost completely exhausted is enough to prove his terrifying strength.

　But at that time, he had also reached the peak of his strength and the limit of his physical strength.

　Even aliens with superhuman physiques would find it difficult to maintain their sanity in such a near-collapse state.

　That's why he eventually fell into a coma in front of the sanatorium where Aponia lived on Dusk Street.

　If it weren't for Aponia's terrifying presence that shook the entire Twilight Street, this white-haired man would probably have already been swallowed by the darkness of Twilight Street, without even having the chance to wait for the sanatorium owner to rescue him.

　A young man lying unconscious on Dusk Street would undoubtedly be a tempting piece of meat for those who trade in slaves or organs.

　How could they let such a "high-quality product" slip by?

　"Squeak-"

　With the sound of an old but exceptionally clean composite panel door being pulled open, the white-haired man stepped into the spotless corridor.

　At this moment, the corridor was empty, so quiet that only his heavy breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

　He staggered forward to the elevator, raised his slightly pale hand, and hesitated for a moment in the air with his fingertips.

　Finally, the white-haired man made up his mind and firmly pressed the elevator button.

　The elevator smoothly arrived at the first floor, and the doors slowly opened, revealing a completely different scene inside the sanatorium.

　To the white-haired man's surprise, most of the patients in this sanatorium were children, whose innocent smiles and bright eyes added a touch of vitality to the place.

　A few caregivers were interacting with the children, their faces beaming with warmth and love, filling the space with the coziness of home.

　The white-haired man watched this scene, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

Chapter 256 Qian Jie, About to Become a Porter

　Upon noticing the white-haired man's appearance, a young boy who looked quite immature immediately ran over.

　"hu~hu~"

　He took a couple of breaths, trying to calm himself, and then nervously spoke to the white-haired man.

　"Wait! Where are you going? Your injuries are serious; you can't get out of bed yet!"

　The white-haired man ignored the boy's advice, interrupting him without any mercy, his voice laced with barely perceptible anger.

　"Kid, where is this?"

　“I’m not called Little Ghost! I’m Qi, one of the caregivers at this nursing home.”

　Upon hearing the term "little devil," Qi frowned slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and replied politely.

　"Your safety is my responsibility. I can't just stand by and watch you hurt yourself..."

　"Who asked you this!"