Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Some people even lose their minds and trample on others, all for that one sliver of hope that never existed.

　"Get out of the way! Let me pass!"

　A burly man rudely shoved aside the old man and child in front of him and rushed frantically into a narrow room in the shelter.

　"Help me! I don't want to die!"

　A young woman screamed in the chaos as she tried to get through the crowd, but was knocked down by her panicked companion.

　But amidst this chaos and despair, some people still hold fast to the light of humanity.

　They disregarded their own safety to help the weak and injured.

　"Don't panic! Keep order! Let the elderly and children go first!"

　A middle-aged man's voice stood out amidst the chaos as he tried to maintain order, hoping that people could preserve their dignity in these final moments.

　A young nurse busied herself among the crowd, bandaging the wounds of the injured without regard for her own safety.

　Although she herself was trembling with fear, her hands remained steady and skillful.

　"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

　She gently comforted an injured little boy, offering him final solace with her tenderness and professionalism.

　An elderly couple embraced tightly, their eyes filled with deep affection for each other.

　"We've been together for so many years, even if we face death, we'll walk through it hand in hand."

　The old man looked at the old woman tenderly, their eyes filled with unwavering determination and courage for each other.

　In this shelter nearing its end, the light and darkness of humanity intertwine, creating a complex and profound picture.

　The apostle of God, who wields the power of creation and decay, naturally understood this perfectly.

　Unlike the previous Herrschers who descended with the Great Honkai, this Herrscher of Death still retains a trace of human emotion deep within her heart.

　It was this lingering warmth of emotion that caused a complex expression to flash in her eyes when she faced such a scene.

Chapter 277 Virvi's Request

　Just as the Sixth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Death, was using her corrosive black mist as a weapon to devour all living beings in the city, Moros, who was studying the legendary spell [Legion's Protection] in the Magic Guild, also received news of the arrival of this apostle of the gods.

　Although the efficiency of the vengeful spirit intelligence network he built on the North American continent was far inferior to that of the Firemoth's intelligence system, this did not mean that he would be completely unaware of such a major event as the complete destruction of a city with hundreds of thousands of people.

　Moreover, Senator William remains firmly in his seat in the Moth Chaser Parliament.

　Even though the other members of the Firemoth Council had reservations about this member with questionable stances due to various concerns, in the face of such a major event as the arrival of the Herrscher, they could at most delay the transmission of information, but would not completely block the information.

　Combining the information from the vengeful spirits with the information provided by Councilor William, the exact location of the Sixth Herrscher's descent is becoming increasingly clear.

　Having learned of the Herrscher of Death's whereabouts, Moros did not hesitate to put down the spellbook he was halfway through and activate the portal to the living room.

　As a cautious spellcaster, even though the necromancer was confident that his demigod-level strength was enough to deal with the apostle of the god who descended with the Sixth Great Collapse, he still chose to make full preparations to ensure that he could crush his opponent in his prime.

　Donning the Ring of No Regrets and the Amulet of Soul Summoning, draped in the Cloak of Death's Shadow, and wielding the Staff of the Underworld, Moros issued the order to assemble the undead legion through a mental link with his troops.

　Without mastering [Legion's Protection], he didn't expect these undead troops to pose any significant threat to the Herrscher.

　However, if the goal is set at a more practical and feasible level—simply to restrain the elite Honkai Beast legion commanded by the Herrscher and prevent them from interfering with his battle with the Herrscher—the necromancer is still confident that his troops can accomplish it.

　After all, the undead legion possesses two legendary undead behemoths: [Skeleton Serpent Shesha] and [Storm Bone Ape Hanuman].

　Even when facing a Judgment-class Honkai Beast, with his attribute enhancement, these two legendary undead behemoths can still display remarkable combat capabilities, creating favorable conditions for his duel with the Herrscher.

　Getting back to the main point, after completing all the preparations, Moros opened the demiplane portal to the Australian continent.

　As the ruling center of his forces, Canberra possesses the latest intelligence regarding the Herrscher of Death.

　In preparation for the upcoming battle, necromancers need to understand this crucial information in order to formulate a more thorough and precise strategy.

　Although he could glean some information from his past life's memories, it was ultimately limited and insufficient to support him in making the most accurate judgments and...

　decision making.

　The moment he stepped out of the demiplane portal, Moros used the [Communication Badge] to inform his bureaucrats of his arrival in Canberra.

　At the same time, he ordered them to immediately provide the latest and most detailed information about the Sixth Honkai Impact and the Herrscher of Death.

　When dealing with other people, these senior bureaucrats might be delayed due to being too busy or not taking it seriously.

　But they dared not be the slightest bit negligent in the face of the necromancer's direct orders.

　These senior bureaucrats decisively put aside all other matters and devoted themselves entirely to carrying out his instructions.

　Moros's reputation on this planet is built on piles of bones.

　His ruthless crackdown on those who failed to recognize the situation when he took office in Australia and New Zealand remains a nightmare for those bureaucrats to this day.

　It has been proven that bureaucrats are extremely efficient when it comes to matters of political future or even personal safety.

　In just over ten minutes, a detailed report was presented to the necromancer.

　A black mist that devours everything?

　As he flipped through the report in his hands, his eyes darting between the lines, a thoughtful expression appeared on Moros's face.

　Is she still the Herrscher of Death...?

　Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a gentle breeze carried a familiar and beautiful figure into the room.

　"Vilvie, what brings you here?"

　Looking up at the girl with pink eyes, a hint of surprise and tenderness flashed in the necromancer's eyes.

　Instead of answering his question directly, Vilvi walked straight to his side and plopped down in his lap.

　She gently wrapped her arms around Moros's neck and buried her head in his chest.

　He wrapped his arms around Vilvie's slender waist, feeling the soft touch against her skin, and Moros closed his eyes comfortably.

　Of course, he hadn't forgotten the question that had been on his mind.

　Meeting Moros's questioning gaze, Velvi slowly raised her head, her pink eyes flashing with determination.

　"Moros, can I go with you?"

　Upon hearing this, the necromancer's expression turned solemn.

　He remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons deep in his heart.

　While the Herrscher of Death might not be a significant threat to him now, the situation would be entirely different if he were with Velvet.

　“Vilvie, this enemy is no ordinary foe, I…”

　Moros's voice betrayed a hint of hesitation.

　He was worried about Vervi's safety and didn't want her to be in danger.

　However, Vervier seemed to have already seen through his concerns, and she quickly interrupted him.

　"I understand your concerns, but I won't be a burden to you. I will stay obediently in the airship, providing only long-range fire support, and will never venture into the front lines of the battlefield without authorization..."

　Gazing into Velvi's resolute eyes and listening to her resounding promise, Moros wavered.

　"If you can keep your promise, then... I promise you."

　After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose to compromise.

　However, this compromise is not without its limits.

　"But you must promise me that you will only participate in the battles between the Undead Legion and the Honkai Beast Legion, and you must never participate in the battles between me and the Herrscher."

　Moros's voice was unusually serious.

　He believed that with the protection of the undead legion, coupled with the powerful Honkai energy shield and sturdy armor of the floating battleship, Velvet should still be able to ensure her safety when facing Honkai Beasts.

　This arrangement would both fulfill Vilvi's wishes and ensure her safety.

　Upon hearing Morros's reply, Velvi nodded vigorously.

　"I promise!"

　Stroking the girl's two-toned hair in his arms, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, the necromancer's eyes were filled with tenderness and trust.

　"Alright, now that you've decided to fight alongside me, we must begin preparations..."

　If it were just him, then Moros would definitely have used a remote teleportation portal to travel to the North American continent.

　But since he was going to take Vervie with him, he would naturally choose to ride the floating warship that the girl had carefully built.

　We need to give her a sense of involvement.

Chapter 278 The Fire Moth's Reaction to the Necromancer's Actions

　Given the awe-inspiring size of the floating warship built by Velvey, the Moth of Fire's intelligence network could not possibly ignore the movement of this behemoth as it slowly sailed toward the North American continent.

　Upon receiving this news, the members of the Firemoth Council fell into deep thought and struggle.

　Apart from Velvi, no other organization on this planet, including the Firemoth, could build such a powerful airship.

　In other words, the only floating warship on this planet is almost the embodiment of the necromancer's will.

　Now, this warship is sailing undisguised toward the North American continent, its intentions are obvious.

　The necromancer who controls the Australian continent, New Zealand, and the Indonesian archipelago has set his sights on the Sixth Herrscher, Death.

　On the body of the Lawgiver.

　As an organization that has already reaped enormous benefits from the research on Herrscher corpses and Herrscher cores, Moths of Fire naturally do not want to miss any new opportunities related to the Herrscher of Death.

　However, the appearance of this floating warship presented them with an unprecedented challenge.

　They were faced with a difficult choice.

　Should we choose to confront that powerful necromancer head-on and seize the opportunity to annihilate this apostle of the gods who descended with the Sixth Great Collapse, or should we adopt other, more prudent strategies?

　The councilors knew that, based on their understanding of the necromancer's character and methods, the confrontation with the necromancer was bound to escalate into a fierce battle.

　Wars begin when you want them to, but do not end when you want them to.

　The members of the Moth Chaser Council are surely aware of this principle.

　However, getting them to make a more prudent strategy—that is, to give up the right to kill the Herrscher of Death—is also an extremely difficult decision for them.

　Putting aside the potential benefits of killing a Herrscher, the very principles of the Flame Chaser organization dictate that they cannot make such a choice.

　Today, the Fire Moth exists solely to fight against the Honkai.

　Facing the ultimate calamity of Honkai—the Great Honkai, and the divine apostles—the Herrschers—that descend with it, the Moth of Flame bears an inescapable responsibility.

　If they choose to back down, then the moths that chase the flame will lose their reason for continuing to exist.

　Given the important position and interests currently held by the Firemoth, the members of the Firemoth Council believe that if they fail to fulfill their duty to combat the Honkai, those powerful figures who covet these interests will act swiftly, like sharks smelling blood.

　They will swarm in, tearing apart the moths drawn to the flame, and dividing up the organization's power and resources to satisfy their own greedy desires.

　"Therefore, we have no other choice!"

　After listening to Dr. May's analysis of the situation, Congressman Eugene tapped on the luxurious desk in the conference room, a symbol of power and authority, and said in a firm tone.

　"For the glory and survival of the Flame Chaser, we must achieve the feat of slaying the Sixth Herrscher!"

　The other members of Congress who attended the meeting nodded in agreement with Representative Eugene's remarks.

　But a very pointed question remains before them.

　Before the Sixth Herrscher's powers have been fully revealed, how exactly did they manage to kill the Apostle of God who was approaching the next city, ahead of the necromancers who were riding in the airship?

　This is not a problem that can be solved simply by throwing away lives and money.

　If everything could be won so easily through sheer volume, then they wouldn't need to hesitate or argue here; they could simply invest resources without restraint.

　In the eyes of these high-ranking members of the Moth Chaser Council, the loss of life and the loss of funds are nothing more than cold, hard numbers on a loss report.

　In their view, these costs are undoubtedly insignificant compared to their power and status, and are a completely acceptable loss.

　Unfortunately, reality is not that simple.

　The apostles of God who have descended this time have already demonstrated their terrifying ability to cause mass destruction by destroying a city.

　For this type of Herrscher, it would be unwise to rely solely on conventional forces to fight head-on, as was done with the First Herrscher - Herrscher of Reason and the Third Herrscher - Herrscher of Lightning.

　This strategy is particularly unworkable until a solution is found for the eerie black mist that seems capable of devouring everything.

　Just as the members of the Firemoth Council were racking their brains, Dr. May came up with an unexpected solution.

　"Perhaps we can consider cooperating with necromancers."