Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　As he spoke, Mebius reached out and gently stroked Gretsch's smooth, silky blue hair.

　Under her touch, Gretchen seemed more at ease, a happy smile spreading across her face.

　Unfortunately, this tranquility and warmth did not last long, as the noise and hurried footsteps outside the ward once again shattered the peace inside.

　Mebius's expression turned serious. She gently pulled Gretsch into her arms, using her body to create a safe barrier for her.

　Then, her gaze turned to Moros beside her, her pink and green gradient snake eyes revealing a hint of inquiry and expectation.

　And the necromancer did not disappoint.

　Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded, and the Underworld Staff in his hand once again emitted a ghostly green light.

　In an instant, a road leading to distant Australia...

　The portal to the land slowly opened.

　Please.

　Don't worry, I've got everything covered.

　Their eyes met at that moment. No words were needed; the tacit understanding and trust between them were enough for them to understand each other's meaning.

　Mebius then turned all his attention back to Gretchen.

　"Gresh, we're leaving here. It might be a bit noisy, but please trust us, we'll protect you."

　Mebius spoke softly to Gretsch, his voice filled with both determination and tenderness.

　Although Gretchen was young, she seemed to be able to sense the tension in the atmosphere around her.

　She nestled close to Möbius, nodded, and her pale purple eyes shone with trust.

　Feeling Gretchen's complete trust, a warm feeling welled up in the heart of the green-haired serpentine, and a gentle smile bloomed on her beautiful and charming face.

　This pure emotion strengthened her resolve to protect Gretchen and keep her away from danger.

　She carefully picked up Gretchen and stepped into the slowly rotating, eerie blue teleportation portal.

　Despite Mebius's heart being filled with anger and hatred towards those villains who used Gretchen for human experimentation.

　But reason told her that the most important thing at the moment was to ensure Gretchen's safety, and everything else could be put aside for the time being.

　Moreover, she knew all too well the power and methods of necromancers, beings that could strike fear into the hearts of any enemy.

　With Moros's intervention, this experimental base, built with countless efforts, is destined to become dust of history.

　Those involved in this heinous human experimentation, no matter their status or position, will all be reduced to bones under his staff.

　Time moves forward.

　As the urgent alarm pierced the silence of the underground research center of the medical complex like thunder, the atmosphere suddenly became tense in the director's office on the top floor of the hospital.

　A tall, white man wearing a white medical coat, a symbol of being a nurse, suddenly frowned.

　Following his gaze, in one corner of the desk, a sophisticated electronic device was flashing an ominous red light.

　That blinding red light burned the dean's nerves like a flame.

　It silently proclaims that someone has quietly intruded into that strictly guarded "special area".

　The dean looked up at the window, where the bright sunlight contrasted sharply with the somber atmosphere inside, giving him an ominous feeling.

　The fact that they dared to launch an invasion in broad daylight already speaks volumes.

　Although he was filled with doubts and unease, his years of professional experience allowed him to quickly calm down.

　Driven by a sense of wishful thinking, he opened the laptop in front of him, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, connecting to the highly secure communication line, preparing to retrieve surveillance footage from that "special area" and uncover the truth behind the intrusion.

　Then, he saw two familiar figures in the surveillance video.

　“Mebius? How could she…”

　Given Möbius's standing in academia and her outstanding beauty, it was perfectly normal for the dean to recognize her.

　"Wait... what's that?!"

　However, when the dean's gaze shifted from Mebius to the figure beside her, all the surprise and doubt were instantly replaced by an even stronger emotion—fear.

Chapter 403 List

　Today, Moros's face is widely known within the upper echelons of human society on this planet, and is no longer a deeply hidden secret.

　Although this private hospital director did not hold a high position or wield significant power, his deep roots and extensive connections in the medical field allowed him to keenly detect little-known information.

　Therefore, the Dean was no stranger to the mysterious and powerful necromancer and his unique magic.

　When the surveillance footage in Gretchen's ward captured the shocking moment when Moros activated the portal, countless thoughts flashed through the dean's mind, eventually converging into a clear judgment.

　The uninvited guest who infiltrated the underground research center was none other than the necromancer who struck fear into the hearts of all.

　As the core manager of the human experimentation project at the hospital's underground research center, and even the hospital director who personally participated in it on many occasions, he was well aware of what these studies meant to the outside world.

　Especially considering Mebius's previous interactions with that special experimental subject, and the vague connection between her and the necromancer, the Dean became even more convinced that the necromancer's trip was by no means benevolent.

　Recalling Moros's past misdeeds, the dean felt a strong sense of crisis and unease.

　He understood that, faced with such a powerful enemy, the existing security forces of the underground research center were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and could not possibly halt the advance of the necromancer.

　So he made a difficult decision without hesitation.

　Run! I must.

　Get out of here immediately!

　At this moment, the experimental subjects he had painstakingly collected, the experimental results he regarded as treasures, and the genetic samples that carried countless secrets all became insignificant.

　He no longer cared whether the information would be leaked, nor did he imagine the social unrest that might result if it were exposed.

　Only one thought was spinning wildly in his mind.

　Live on, live on at all costs!

　He slammed the notebook, which contained countless unspeakable secrets, shut it down abruptly, and threw it into the shredder specially provided for this moment in his office without the slightest hesitation.

　Then, he grabbed the cell phone on the table; it was not only a communication tool, but also his only lifeline.

　Immediately afterwards, the once gentle and refined dean, known for his management skills, completely disregarded his usual gentlemanly image and rushed out of the office at an almost sprinting speed.

　On his way to the elevator, his fingers flew across his phone screen, typing in the contact number that could only be used in the most urgent situations.

　As the de facto leader of the underground research center, he was well aware of the immense power and ruthlessness of the force behind him.

　He understood that any unauthorized action could have devastating consequences.

　Therefore, before fleeing, he had to report to that force and seek their protection.

　He couldn't imagine what kind of disaster awaited him if he escaped alone without notifying anyone.

　By then, he will not only lose everything, but he may also find himself with nowhere to stand in society.

　Conversely, if he could truthfully report his current predicament, he might still have a chance to survive, given his position within the organization.

　After all, the necromancer's immense power was undeniable, and the destruction of the underground research center was inevitable.

　Considering his value and abilities, as well as the valuable data and research results obtained by numerous underground research centers through extensive human experiments, the director felt that he still had some leverage.

　He reasoned that if he could cleverly utilize these bargaining chips, he might be able to maintain his position after paying a certain price.

　Getting back to the point, during the brief time the elevator descended, he quickly organized his thoughts, considering how to report everything to the forces behind the scenes in the most concise language.

　He knew that the upcoming call would be crucial in determining his fate, and every word was of paramount importance.

　He had to carefully craft his words, avoiding revealing too much information that could put him in greater danger, while ensuring that his words carried enough weight to resonate with that power and win their protection.

　With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened, pulling the dean back to reality from his reverie.

　He took a deep breath, rushed out of the elevator without hesitation, and headed straight for the luxury car that was quietly waiting in its designated parking space.

　However, fate seemed determined not to let this sinner off the hook.

　Just as his feet were about to touch the edge of freedom and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, the scene before him underwent a dramatic transformation, as if invaded by a nightmare.

　A faint blue light suddenly pierced the surrounding air; it was the mysterious power unique to teleportation spells.

　It was powerful and irresistible, tearing the surrounding space to shreds in an instant.

　The dean's heart sank to the bottom, and the smile on his face was replaced by despair before it could fully bloom.

　At that moment, he deeply understood the fear and despair experienced by the experimental subjects who had suffered so much in his hands.

　But all regret and sympathy came too late.

　As the necromancer slowly stepped out with the booming opening of the portal, truly appearing before the Dean, this sinner who had countless times treated life as worthless and whose hands were covered in blood finally faced the judgment he deserved.

　After successfully sending Mebius and Gretchen back to the Australian continent, Moros was completely relieved of his burdens and had no more worries.

　Whether it was to demonstrate his resolve to Möbius, to seek justice for Gretchen, or to satisfy his need for the souls of intelligent beings, those researchers and guards were destined for doom.

　However, to prevent the big fish from getting away, he still adopted a relatively cautious strategy.

　By casting the powerful adventure spell [Summon Creatures], Moros summoned an elite force of hundreds of high-ranking undead.

　He deployed them in every passageway leading from the underground research center to the surface, ensuring that no one could escape, before casting a teleportation spell to leave the sinful research facility and return to the surface.

　As it turns out, the necromancer's choice was correct.

　Sure enough, not long after he returned to the ground, he caught a big fish.

　[Instant Cast Spell: Puppet Master]!

　Without uttering a single wasted word, Moros directly used dark magic to turn the director of this private hospital into an obedient puppet.

　"Tell me, who exactly are your backers?"

　"It's Representative Elroy."

　The dean answered mechanically, without the slightest hesitation or concealment.

　With a slight frown, Moros pressed on.

　"Besides Congressman Elroy, who else was involved in funding the underground research facility?"

　"Congressman Marshall."

　"anything else?"

　"Congressman McPherson."

　"anything else?"

　"..."

　Under the control of magical power, this dean was incredibly forthcoming with his knowledge.

　As names were revealed one by one, a vast and shocking network of interests gradually emerged before the necromancer's eyes.

Chapter 404 Interrogation and Retribution

　For ordinary people, if they were to inadvertently obtain this list and glimpse the tip of that dirty network of interests, they would probably already be riddled with bullets and have committed suicide.

　This can be easily seen from the sudden change in the terrified expressions on the faces of those who were watching Moros's conversation with the Dean, and their hurried escape.

　Yes, after controlling the director of the private hospital with the fifth-level dark magic [Puppet Master], the necromancer did not deliberately avoid the curious onlookers around him.

　He launched into questioning the dean right there in the parking lot, with an almost arrogant air.

　This composure is like conducting a public trial.

　It turns out that joining in the fun is human nature.

　When the incredible portal opened with a roar, Moros himself slowly stepped out, and then the power of magic completely took control of the director of the private hospital.

　These astonishing scenes left every witness present deeply shaken.

　However, instead of retreating, they chose to stay and secretly listen to this extraordinary conversation.

　Moros was fully aware of all of this.

　But he didn't take these eavesdroppers seriously.

　Just as humans would never pay attention to the whispers of ants under their feet.

　As a demigod-level necromancer who has undergone four leaps in life level, Moros has long since transcended the constraints and limitations of the mortal world.

　These beings, as insignificant as ants, could not stir any emotion within him.

　More importantly, the action that Moros is about to take is by no means a sneaky assassination, but a righteous revenge.