Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"go!"

　With all his might, the dean's eldest son pushed his sister toward the garage.

　Then, he quickly turned around and pointed the pistol, which had already proven to be useless, at the vengeful spirit.

　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　Gunshots echoed through the empty villa, but were like ants trying to shake a tree, having no effect on the vengeful spirit.

　But in the eldest son's eyes there was not a trace of retreat or despair, only determination and a resolve to sacrifice.

　Clearly, he was willing to risk his life to buy his sister precious time to escape.

　The dean's eldest daughter had tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced back her grief and gave her brother a deep look—a look of endless gratitude and a final farewell.

　Then, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and sprinted toward the garage as fast as she could.

　Just as she was about to rush into the garage, she heard her brother's heart-wrenching screams behind her, followed by the cruel sound of blood splattering.

　She dared not look back, and could only run forward desperately until the garage door slammed shut behind her, shutting out all the terror and despair.

　When she finally stopped, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, dripping onto the cold ground.

　But at that very moment, fate once again revealed its cruel face to her.

　"Pfft-"

　She looked down and saw the translucent claws extending from her chest, and her heart being tightly gripped.

　"Father……"

　She murmured to herself, her voice filled with endless sorrow and longing.

　Before she could finish speaking, the light of life in her eyes gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely.

　At this moment, the dean's vengeful spirit penetrated the garage door and completely entered the space.

　It perfectly fulfilled the task assigned by the necromancer—to personally end the lives of its family members.

　However, when it stood amidst this mess, there was no trace of triumph on its face.

　On the contrary, its eyes held only deep sorrow and emptiness.

　It was once the pillar of this family, but now it has become the culprit that destroyed everything.

　At this moment, the remorse in the dean's heart surged like a tide, overwhelming all its consciousness and emotions.

　Just when all hope seemed lost, the spell that Moros had cast on the Dean's vengeful spirit sensed the preset trigger condition, and a powerful magical fluctuation suddenly erupted.

　Under the impact of this force, the Dean's vengeful spirit's translucent body began to blur, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and completely dissipating into nothingness.

　On the ground, a dull magic crystal silently tells the story of the past.

　【Blaze's Desperate Spirit】(Low-grade Soul Crystal)!

　The magic crystal did not stay there for long.

　Just a few minutes later, a dazzling magical light rose from below.

　That was the light that activated the teleportation spell.

　As the magical light dissipated, the low-grade soul crystal was also drawn away by the power of the teleportation spell and disappeared from its original location.

　It returned to the necromancer's hands, becoming one of the many soul crystals he stored.

　Yes, the experience of that private hospital director, who was also the de facto manager of the underground research center, is not an isolated case.

　Moros felt no sympathy or pity for those scum who dared to use Gretchen as a test subject.

　Just as the director had experienced, the necromancer used his high-level legendary necromancy to transform all the people involved in the underground research center into these extremely special vengeful spirits who retained their consciousness and souls, and gave them tasks that were no different from the director's.

　To end the life of someone you cherish with your own hands.

　Even though the actual production of soul crystals was not high under these circumstances, Moros still managed to amaze everyone by obtaining more than double digits of soul crystals.

　After thoroughly eliminating the scum who had directly harmed Gretsch, Moros did not stop his actions.

　The necromancer showed no leniency or pity towards those minor figures who, though not directly involved, indirectly participated and aided and abetted the evildoers.

　"Hahaha……"

　In the dark and narrow alley, heavy breathing and hurried footsteps mingled...

　A symphony of despair.

　The black combat boots left deep footprints on the muddy ground.

　Ignoring the splashing water, a security guard who had once worked for the underground research center was staggering as he ran.

　His face was filled with fear and despair.

　He knew all too well that he had been a link in the hidden and sinful chain behind those unspeakable human experiments.

　Although he was later transferred elsewhere, that memory haunted him like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

　He once naively believed that time would be a great healer, able to smooth over all wounds and let that unbearable past remain forever buried deep in his memory.

　However, fate played a cruel joke on him, and the shadow of death silently loomed over him.

　Sweat and tears mingled on his face, blurring his vision, but they could not obscure the intense will to survive in his heart.

　He ran forward with all his might, his feet pounding rapidly on the ground, trying to escape the ever-present threat of death.

　The end of the alley seemed impossibly far away, while the plague zombies behind them pressed ever closer.

　"No...don't come over here!"

　The security personnel shouted at the top of their lungs, but the only response was the deep roar of the plague zombie and the increasingly heavy footsteps.

　Finally, a plague zombie stretched out its rotting claws, grabbed his shoulder, and slammed him to the ground.

　Other plague zombies swarmed around, tearing at the security guard's clothes and leaving horrifying wounds on his body with their sharp nails and teeth.

　Blood stained the alley's ground, intertwining with the green stains to create a gruesome scene.

Chapter 407 Reaction to the Necromancer's Revenge

　Mu Continent, the headquarters of the Fire Moth.

　"The necromancer has already begun his operation."

　Pushing a stack of top-secret documents toward Representative Wang, Representative Eugene's words carried an undisguised anticipation.

　Since informing Congressman William of Gretchen's plight, the two have been keeping a close watch on the necromancer's every move, like falcons.

　Despite the immense power of the Mu Continent and East Asia Continent, supported by Honkai energy technology, they still felt powerless to accurately track down the whereabouts of demigod-level beings.

　However, they don't need to do such a thing.

　By simply shifting our focus and concentrating on North America, we can easily resolve what was originally a thorny problem, and the key aspects will gradually become clear.

　"Yes, our intelligence system also reports that more than 1,300 people within our sphere of influence have met with misfortune."

　Representative Wang responded calmly.

　At the same time, he pushed another heavy stack of documents toward Congressman Eugene, sharing this weighty message.

　From the moment he informed MP William of the incident, MP Wang had already foreseen today's situation.

　Therefore, he appeared remarkably calm and composed at that moment.

　"These victims... seem to be mostly middle managers or lower-level employees?"

　After taking the documents and quickly glancing through a few, Congressman Eugene's brow furrowed slightly.

　Based on his understanding of the necromancer's style of doing things, such retaliation seemed too superficial and failed to hit the real nail on the head.

　Representative Wang seemed to see through his thoughts, smiled calmly, and explained.

　"This is just the calm before the storm."

　He was not surprised by this situation.

　Only twenty-four hours have passed since the incident in Illinois was reported to the necromancer.

　It is truly remarkable that such progress has been made in such a short period of time.

　Even their prized intelligence system might not be able to do it more thoroughly.

　It will obviously take some time before the flames of revenge are directed at those in high positions.

　"Is that so? Then let's wait and see."

　After listening to Representative Wang's analysis, a sly glint flashed in Representative Eugene's eyes.

　Since the fire won't reach them, they can naturally stay out of it.

　This is a perfect opportunity to cleverly extract crucial information about necromancers from the powerful and influential figures of North America, using them as pawns.

　In exploiting others to achieve their own ends, the Mu continent has never been inferior to the North American continent.

　"I am equally excited."

　Representative Wang nodded in agreement.

　Their eyes met at that moment, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

　Shared interests and goals bind them closely together, and they eagerly anticipate how the impending storm will unfold into a thrilling spectacle.

　North America, Washington, D.C.

　Within just twenty-four hours, the entire North American continent was thrown into chaos.

　This turmoil not only profoundly affected the peace and tranquility of the high-ranking officials and dignitaries, but also spread like ripples to every corner of society, making even ordinary citizens at the bottom of society feel the impending storm.

　In the dark alley, gunshots and wails intertwined to form an ominous symphony, occasionally piercing the night and striking straight to the heart.

　These voices are the best warning, clearly conveying a message—on this seemingly peaceful land, some unknown undercurrents are surging.

　Although North America is known worldwide for its "gunfight uniforms," ​​the number of shooting incidents that actually cause serious casualties each year is only a few hundred.

　But now, the thick stench of blood permeating the air ruthlessly breaks this norm, revealing an even more severe reality.

　In this situation, the rhythm of life that we used to take for granted—the busyness of going to and from get off work, the joy of leisure time, and the warmth of family reunions—all seem to be shrouded in a thick gloom.

　However, even in such a predicament, ordinary citizens have no choice but to suppress their fear and anxiety and continue their daily lives.

　After all, compared to the turbulent undercurrents lurking in the shadows, maintaining the normal functioning of their lives and ensuring the food and safety of their families are their most urgent and important tasks.

　"Has the intelligence been confirmed? Was it really the work of a necromancer?"

　"Absolutely true, the other party made no attempt to conceal anything!"

　"Damn it! How did that guy manage to pinpoint the list so accurately? Is magic really that incredible, able to transcend the constraints of common sense?"

　"..."

　In a secret underground conference room of a white building, a dozen politicians in suits are engaged in a heated discussion concerning the fate of the nation, their brows furrowed.

　As influential leaders in North America, their abilities and wisdom are not to be underestimated.

　Behind those seemingly irrational decisions lies a complex web of vested interests, rather than a lack of ability.

　Thanks to the rapid development of Honkai energy technology in recent years, their intelligence system is like a vast, all-encompassing net that tightly wraps the entire country within it.

　Therefore, they not only have a clear and comprehensive understanding of the current situation, but are also able to see the undercurrents beneath the surface.

　It was precisely because of this intelligence advantage that they gained a deep understanding of the complex motives and underlying reasons behind the necromancer's retaliatory actions.

　"We underestimated the necromancer's determination and power."

　An older politician said in a deep voice.

　He was none other than Congressman Elroy, the very person implicated by the director of Illinois' largest and most advanced private hospital, who was also the actual manager of the underground research center.

　At this moment, he had completely lost his former composure and gentlemanly demeanor.

　His face was ashen, and fine beads of sweat kept seeping from his forehead. Clearly, he was shocked and uneasy about the necromancer's revenge.

　"Indeed, the necromancer's actions were faster and more ruthless than any of us expected."

　Another middle-aged politician chimed in.

　He is the same Congressman Marshall mentioned by the private hospital director who was turned into a soul crystal by the necromancer.

　"We must remain calm and never let fear erode our judgment."

　Congressman McPherson interjected at the opportune moment, his eyes revealing firmness and rationality.