Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Of course! Otherwise, how could I possibly lose to you!"

　Even so, a barely perceptible hint of regret flashed in her eyes.

　Moros smiled, not directly responding to Celine's rebuttal, but instead changing the subject.

　He knew that engaging in dialogue with this proud Honkai Queen would require more patience and strategy.

　“Miss Sirin, to show my sincerity, I am willing to block those uninvited guests for you while you absorb the energy of the Honkai reactor.”

　As he spoke, Moros used magic to project the helicopter bearing the symbol of the Wings of Destiny in the distance onto Sirin's face.

　"Destiny!"

　Sirin's pupils contracted instantly as she stared intently at the symbol that resembled a pair of outstretched wings. The newly born Herrscher of the Void squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

　"Very well, human, I've decided to trust you this once and for all."

　After saying this, Sirin swiftly used her [Space] power to disappear from Moros's sight.

　It was obvious that her sense of crisis was instantly aroused to the extreme.

　After being easily defeated by the necromancer's powerful magic, this easily inflated pufferfish lady is now in a state of unprecedented tension and vigilance.

　In this situation, the Valkyrie forces from Schicksal naturally became extremely dangerous in her eyes.

　"rest assured."

　He uttered the word softly to the empty high-backed chair opposite him, and with a wave of his hand, Moros vanished from the space.

　He still has a lot to do and cannot stay here for long.

　Just as Moros and Sirin reached an agreement, on the floating island of Destiny, Archbishop Otto Apocalypse, who had ruled Destiny for five hundred years, cut off communication with his beloved granddaughter, Theresa Apocalypse.

　This Archbishop of Destiny, who wields the First Key of God, the Key of Revelation, and the Void Treasury, knows far too much.

　Therefore, he had already sensed and guessed the truth behind the disappearance of the Babylonian laboratory.

　Otto, who was fully aware of and even personally arranged the experiment, had no expectation whatsoever of peaceful contact with the Herrscher.

　For Schicksal, there is only one path to take—to annihilate the newly born Herrschers by force.

　“Tell Cecilia that our ace's vacation may have to be cut short.”

　"Tell my old friend the news as well. This time, destiny needs her power."

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Chapter 300 Tactics of Delaying Time

　2000 2 Month 2 Day.

　11:52pm.

　Siberia, Tower of Babylon.

　Just as the transport helicopter of destiny was slowly descending its altitude, preparing for a smooth landing, a sharp bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the top of the Tower of Babel and struck the helicopter squarely.

　"boom!"

　A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

　To the astonishment of Patrick Highsmith, an A-rank Valkyrie from the Fate Intelligence Department, a former member of the Snow Wolf Squad, and hailed as a "genius," the transport helicopter carrying Theresa, an S-rank Valkyrie and the Archbishop of Fate's most cherished granddaughter, instantly transformed into a blazing fireball.

　"Theresa!"

　With a cry of alarm, Patrick disregarded the intense heat emanating from the helicopter wreckage and resolutely rushed into the crash site, attempting to search for Theresa's whereabouts amidst the flames.

　"Cough cough..."

　Pushing aside a deformed steel plate that looked like a helicopter door, Theresa, dressed in the early Valkyrie uniform that had a strong nun-like feel, stood up from the ruins.

　“I am alright, Vishnu’s power protected me.”

　Noticing that Theresa was not obviously injured except for being a little disheveled, Patrick's tense nerves finally relaxed.

　She breathed a long sigh of relief, but then, vigilance crept back into her heart.

　Patrick clearly remembers that the explosion was not a mechanical accident, but an attack.

　The source of the attack...

　She quickly turned around and, together with Theresa, turned her gaze toward the Tower of Babel in the distance.

　"Crack...crack...crack..."

　A rhythmic clapping sound came from the direction of the Tower of Babylon. Under the watchful eyes of the two Valkyries, a young man wearing a brown cloak and holding a strangely shaped staff slowly approached.

　His steps were unhurried, seemingly unafraid of the situation before him.

　"As expected of an S-rank Valkyrie, this attack poses no threat to you."

　The young man's words carried a hint of mockery.

　Patrick and Theresa exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt and wariness in each other's eyes.

　"Who are you anyway?"

　Patrick asked in a deep voice.

　Working in the Destiny Intelligence Department, she habitually wanted to gather a batch of intelligence.

　"I?"

　Stopping in his tracks, Moros introduced himself with a smile.

　“I am Moros, a sincere adviser. I truly hope that you will turn back and not venture any further into the Tower of Babel.”

　Unlike Patrick, Theresa, whose transport helicopter had just been shot down by lightning, had no intention of uttering a single word.

　"Judas!"

　She gave a low shout and, without hesitation, began the Oath of Judah.

　Under the control of this S-rank Valkyrie, the chains, shimmering with golden light, danced like serpents, coiling towards Moros.

　The Oath of Judah is not a product of this generation's human civilization, but rather the eleventh divine key, the Key of Binding, created by a previous civilization using the core of the Herrscher of Binding.

　Its ability to nullify Honkai energy and weaken other forms of energy to varying degrees has given Theresa a significant advantage in past battles.

　However, this time, the Oath of Judah did not go as she wished.

　Faced with the surging tide of chains and chain guns, Moros did not choose to take them head-on.

　Although he had enough strength to resist, since he could easily dodge it, why should he waste his magic power to fight it head-on?

　He's a spellcaster, not a warrior, so there aren't many head-on confrontations.

　"It seems Miss Theresa doesn't want to waste her breath on me, so..."

　Moros smiled, easily dodging the attack of Judah's Oath with Teleportation, and slowly spoke.

　"As you wish."

　As he finished speaking, an invisible force suddenly surged in the air.

　Then, hundreds of monsters formed from condensed air elements appeared.

　They resembled miniature tornadoes, howling and spinning, tightly enveloping the two Valkyries in the center.

　As Moros chanted a spell, a scorching heat began to permeate the air, as if even space itself was being distorted by the intense heat.

　"Wow!"

　A sharp and long bird cry pierced the sky.

　Immediately afterwards, a giant bird, its entire body bathed in flames, appeared out of thin air.

　It spread its enormous wings, blotting out the sky and casting a shadow over Theresa and Patrick.

　Level 5 Summoning Magic: Conjure Phoenix!

　"You can play with these little guys I summoned for now."

　After saying that, Moros casually threw a few dark spells with debuffs at the two Valkyries, and then disappeared from their sight.

　Whether it's storing valuable technical data in the Babylonian laboratory or completing the transformation of the undead army in the [Storage Ring], it will all take time.

　With the advance team of Destiny—Theresa and Patrick—already arrived, delaying the inevitable and completing these two crucial tasks is his wisest choice at the moment.

　For Theresa, who possesses the Oath of Judah, the phoenix and hundreds of wind elementals summoned by Moros are not formidable enemies, except for their ability to fly.

　But that refers to normal circumstances.

　Right now, this S-class Valkyrie's condition can hardly be described as normal.

　The necromancer casually cast a few dark spells that left Theresa covered in debuffs.

　Even with the full assistance of the A-rank Valkyrie Patrick Highsmith, Theresa would still need a considerable amount of time to deal with these summoned creatures under such unfavorable circumstances.

　That's exactly the time difference that Morros wanted.

　As a demigod-level necromancer who has experienced four leaps in life level, he can clearly remember every detail of his previous life.

　Therefore, he was well aware of the depth of Otto's affection for Theresa.

　Without involving Kallen, Otto would truly go to any lengths to ensure Theresa's safety.

　If he had really just used a powerful battle spell to kill two Valkyries, Moros had no doubt that Otto would bring most of Schicksal's resources to fight him to the death.

　Although Moros was confident that Destiny's strength at this time was not enough to threaten his life, Otto's wisdom and strategy made him dare not be careless.

　Under the all-out offensive of Destiny, he could not guarantee that he would be able to successfully complete this hero template promotion mission.

　Clearly, this was not the outcome the necromancer had hoped for.

　Therefore, even though he possessed the strength to defeat two Valkyries in one blow, Moros only chose to summon these creatures to delay their advance and buy himself more time.

　While Theresa and Patrick were entangled by the phoenix and wind elements, Moros quietly left the battlefield and ventured deep into the Tower of Babel.

　He moved through the steel-cast corridors, and wherever his eyes fell, the mottled bloodstains on the walls and the deathly aura permeating the air intertwined to create a chilling scene.

Chapter 301 The Reaction of Memory and Entropy

　Inside the Tower of Babel, the steel corridors seemed endless. Moros's footsteps echoed on the metal floor, creating a hollow and dull sound that contrasted sharply with the deathly silence around him.

　Thanks to the revenge actions of the newly reborn Herrscher of the Void, the walls of the corridor are no longer a monotonous silver-gray.

　The surface is dotted with bloodstains, some dark, some light, some dried into a dark brown, while others remain a fresh red, as if they had just flowed down.

　These bloodstains intertwined to form a bizarre and terrifying picture.

　The air was thick with the smell of death, a heavy stench of blood, decay, and death that would make any ordinary person feel nauseous and suffocated.

　This aura permeated every corner of the Babylonian Laboratory, as if it were alive, silently eroding the senses of every visitor.

　For ordinary people, stepping into this area is tantamount to stepping into the entrance to hell.

　The terrifying scene and smell were enough to make them lose their senses and even vomit.

　But who is Morros?

　He's a legitimate necromancer from the Cemetery faction.

　While learning the magical knowledge required to become a necromancer, he had faced similar horrific scenes countless times and had long been accustomed to this nauseating smell.

　Even when practicing that chilling [necromancy], he personally created such bloody scenes more than once.

　Therefore, faced with this horrific scene that resembled a slaughterhouse, Moros remained completely unmoved.

　He calmly walked through the blood-stained corridors, continuing his journey to the main control room of the Babylonian Laboratory.

　It had only been a day since Sirin's rampage of Schicksal researchers and security personnel in the Babylonian laboratory.

　The souls of those who have passed away have not yet dissipated and still linger in this space.

　By reading the fragments of memory contained in the remaining souls in the steel corridors, the necromancer has mastered a detailed map of the Tower of Babel and the precise locations of each key area.

　Having determined the exact location of the main control room, Moros moved forward even more swiftly.

　In just a few minutes, he had arrived at his destination.

　What came into his view was a scene several times more horrific than the hellish spectacle he had witnessed in the steel corridor.

　Corpses were everywhere on the floor and walls, some lying on the ground, others leaning against the walls, and they didn't seem to have been dead for very long.

　Their features were distorted and their faces were contorted, clearly indicating that they had suffered agonizing torment before their deaths.

　In the perception of Moros, a demigod-level necromancer, the aura of death here was so dense that it was almost suffocating, and the remaining souls were more concentrated than in other places.