Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"What we need now is to develop a comprehensive and effective response strategy to curb the further deterioration of the situation and protect our country and citizens from further harm."

　Representative McPherson's family has held seats in the Senate for generations, and he himself was deeply involved in Illinois's clandestine and complex human experimentation programs, but he has never shown any remorse for it.

　In his view, all of this is a necessary price to pay for the advancement of humankind and the leapfrog development of civilization.

　Following the example set by leaders such as MP Elroy, other MPs involved in the incident also contributed their wisdom and strength.

　Their consensus was clear and unambiguous—the power of the state apparatus must be used to ensure their own safety.

Chapter 408 The Tragedy of Washington

　Just as Congressman Elroy and his colleagues were gathered in the secret meeting room beneath the White House, meticulously devising strategies to ward off the necromancer's retaliation, Moros also discovered the hiding place of the masterminds behind it all.

　The intelligence network built by necromancers, with its bureaucratic structure as its skeleton and vengeful spirits as its flesh and blood, appears to be vast and incomparable. However, when faced with truly high-level secrets, it is as thin as paper and breaks at the slightest touch.

　This intelligence network has virtually no reach into the core secrets of the decisions made by the top leaders of the major powers on this planet.

　Moros's research into prophetic magic had not yet reached the point where he could accurately pinpoint the exact location of each important figure on the revenge list.

　However, this did not become an obstacle to his actions.

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros's expertise in necromancy is quite impressive.

　In particular, the skill of digging into the depths of the soul has been honed to perfection through repeated practice.

　Using information extracted from the soul of that unfortunate private hospital director, the necromancer followed the trail...

　By following the clues, they found out where his superior was.

　Then, using the same methods, he continued to dig deep into the soul of his superior and found out the specific location of the superior's superior in the private hospital.

　And so, one by one, they came to him, and in just a few hours, he found the exact locations of the big shots who truly controlled the fate of this land.

　When Morros's figure descended like a ghost to the side of the Minister of Energy of the dominant nation in North America, an unexpected gain quietly arrived.

　From the trembling, desperate soul of Upton, one of Senator Marshall's most trusted subordinates, the necromancer gleaned a crucial piece of intelligence.

　Senator Marshall himself is currently in the White House, plotting a counterattack against himself with a group of colleagues.

　Upon hearing this news, a meaningful smile appeared on Moros's lips.

　Got you!

　Moloss naturally possessed the precise spatial coordinates of Washington, the political center of the dominant nation on the North American continent.

　Accompanied by intense magical fluctuations, a magnificent long-range teleportation portal opened with a thunderous roar in the azure sky above Washington, D.C.

　Moros's visit was driven by a clear and resolute purpose—revenge.

　Therefore, instead of acting covertly, he adopted an almost provocative stance, making this portal spanning the clouds a stern warning to the rulers of this land.

　As the portal opened fully, hundreds and thousands of ghostly dragons, their bodies shrouded in black mist formed from the magic of death, followed by an even larger horde of vengeful spirits that surged forth like a tidal wave.

　Standing atop the head of the leading ghostly dragon, looking down at the trembling, scattering crowd below, Moros spoke.

　"Pay the price for your ignorance and greed, for your unauthorized trespassing into that forbidden abyss!"

　With the power of magic, the necromancer's voice pierced through all the noise and chaos, echoing clearly in every corner of Washington.

　Before the creatures on the ground could recover from their astonishment, the ghostly dragons soaring in the sky all opened their dragon mouths.

　The next moment, hundreds of gray-white death dragon breaths burst forth from the dragon's snout.

　They ripped through the sky, carrying destructive power, crashing into the area centered around the white house with the force of meteors striking the earth.

　These deathly breaths carry the power to destroy everything. Wherever they touch, even the most indestructible buildings collapse instantly like fragile paper dolls, turning into dust and ruins.

　The flames were like unleashed demons, wantonly devouring everything, intertwining with billowing black smoke, painting the sky into a dark red apocalyptic scene.

　The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning and the atmosphere of despair, making it suffocating.

　Amidst the crowd, terrified cries and desperate screams blended together, but in the face of this destructive force, all voices seemed so pale and powerless.

　Some people tried to find refuge, but the surrounding buildings had long since been destroyed.

　They could only stand helplessly or huddle on the ground, watching as death's scythe slowly fell.

　And those ghost dragons seem to enjoy creating this disaster.

　They hovered in the air, constantly adjusting the angle of their dragon snouts to ensure that every breath of dragon fire landed precisely on the target area.

　Within their hollow skulls, dark green flames of the soul leaped incessantly, as if enjoying the apocalyptic feast they themselves had created.

　It was at this moment that a group of fighter jets from Andrews Air Force Base arrived over Washington.

　It's not fair to blame them for being lazy.

　From the moment that portal across the sky appeared until now, less than five minutes have passed.

　The speed and determination with which they were able to launch fighter jets and rush to the battlefield in such a short time are remarkable, and no one can accuse them of not working hard.

　However, the arrival of these fighter jets failed to turn the tide.

　Beneath the despairing canopy woven from the blotting-out blue-purple energy arrows, their intervention changed nothing except adding a dozen or so fleeting fireballs to the sky.

　After wiping out the attacking Honkai energy fighter group, Moros frowned slightly as he looked at the devastation left by the deathly breath of the Ghost Dragons.

　The death dragon breath coverage tactic he had hoped for did not have the effect he had expected.

　Admittedly, the surface structures of the White House were destroyed by the deadly dragon's breath, but the nuclear bunkers hidden deep underground, capable of withstanding nuclear bombing, suffered almost no substantial damage.

　Moros knew perfectly well that if he continued to bombard the enemy with the Death Dragon's Breath indefinitely, he might be able to break through the formidable defense in a few hours, but doing so would undoubtedly betray his original intention of intimidating the heroes.

　Therefore, the necromancer decided to take matters into his own hands and demonstrate his power and will in a more direct and impactful way.

　[Instant Spell - Earthquake!]

　Accompanied by intense magical fluctuations, a layer of earthy yellow magical aura surged forth like a tidal wave, spreading violently outwards from the point indicated by the spell.

　"boom!!!"

　The earth trembled violently, as if an ancient beast slumbering underground had been awakened and was angrily rolling and struggling.

　Under the impact of this terrifying spell, the nuclear bunker, once hailed as indestructible, was now as fragile as a child's building block, crumbling in an instant without any resistance.

　The steel bars twisted and broke under immense pressure, producing a piercing metallic tearing sound.

　Huge chunks of concrete crashed down under the pull of the planet's gravity, mercilessly swallowing all life below.

　As a spell specifically designed to target buildings, the level 3 summoning spell [Earthquake] demonstrated its unparalleled destructive power at this moment, its strength even rivaling that of some legendary spells.

Chapter 409 Plum's Reaction and Curse

　After confirming through various detection spells that the area was completely desolate and devoid of any signs of life, Moros began to cast Necromancy, collecting the souls of the many intelligent beings who had perished on this land.

　On the one hand, he needs a large number of intelligent beings' souls to refine soul crystals.

　On the other hand, necromancers have a particular interest in the souls of the powerful and wealthy who perished in the collapse of nuclear bunkers.

　He wanted to extract valuable information from these souls to determine if there were any remaining survivors lurking in the shadows, attempting to escape his punishment.

　But this was just the beginning; Moros's revenge against these powerful figures went far beyond that.

　He was determined to pull their souls out of the abyss of death and continue to subject them to endless torment.

　For necromancers, physical death is never the end.

　Since they dared to plan human experiments on Gretchen, these powerful figures shouldn't expect to die so easily.

　Moros intends to refine their souls into soul crystal pillars that retain their intellect and emotions, and then embed them into specially crafted instruments of soul torture.

　Tormented by the flames of their souls and in endless agony, the souls of these powerful and wealthy will be forced to wail and struggle, experiencing despair and fear they had never known in their lives, until the end of the world.

　Mu Continent, the headquarters of the Fire Moth.

　"You mean, necromancers are attacking Washington?"

　In a futuristic corridor, Dr. Mei, dressed in a white lab coat symbolizing her identity as a researcher, is walking intently.

　Suddenly, an urgent report from her entourage caused a subtle, almost imperceptible change to flash across her face.

　With her undeniable scientific research capabilities and decent political skills, Dr. Mei has risen to the pinnacle of power within the Moth Chaser organization—the Moth Chaser Council.

　However, when faced with major events like the one involving scandals involving several Moth-like members of parliament, she finds that her information flow is not as impeccable as her position suggests.

　The intelligence she could obtain was often limited by the generous sharing of key figures such as Congressman Eugene and Congressman Wang.

　Dr. Mei was not entirely unaware of this.

　She keenly realized that to maintain the initiative in this game of power, she needed to have a wider and deeper range of sources of information.

　Therefore, she dispatched her newly recruited assassin, "Forget-Me-Not," Sakura, to rejoin the Poison Chrysalis unit on her behalf and carry out a crucial mission.

　Recruit loyal and capable informants for her to expand her intelligence network.

　However, building an intelligence network is clearly not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.

　Therefore, at this stage, Dr. Mei can only rely on existing intelligence resources to carefully analyze and make judgments.

　"Yes."

　The silver-haired female assistant, a carefully chosen ally of Dr. May by the Firemoth Council, responded calmly.

　Her role is both to assist and to supervise.

　This subtle relationship was not only clearly understood by her, but also by Dr. Mei.

　The Moth Council's current strategy is clearly a result of learning from the profound lessons of the "Möbius Incident," aiming to prevent future problems and ensure stability and loyalty within the organization.

　Of course, when Mei had no intention of betraying the Moth of Flames, this assistant always played her role appropriately and perfectly performed all her duties as an assistant.

　Just like now...

　"About fifteen minutes ago, the Moth Chaser's Washington, D.C. branch sent an urgent report stating that a large number of ghost dragons and vengeful spirits had suddenly appeared in the area, and even necromancers had been sighted..."

　"What's the reason?"

　Dr. Mei interrupted her assistant's report directly.

　Having maintained long-term communication with Mebius, she knew that the necromancer's actions were not without reason; he would never easily launch an attack on the capital of a superpower.

　There must be a more complex motive behind this.

　"It's said that something bad happened to the daughter of Möbius's former assistant..."

　Although the assistant's words were not fully elaborated, Dr. Mei's years of experience at the Fire Moth had already enabled her to keenly perceive the undercurrents behind the words.

　It's nothing more than those who control

　The powerful figures who hold sway over the fate of North America have once again angered the necromancers with their greed and ambition, thus triggering this sudden attack.

　It seems it's time for a deeper conversation with Möbius...

　Dr. Mei pondered to herself.

　Just as she was about to ask something further, the silver-haired assistant who had been following her suddenly turned extremely ugly.

　The assistant, who had been placed next to Dr. May by the Firemoth Council, felt an unprecedented pain that spread from his chest throughout his body.

　She stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to cry out for help, but her throat felt as if it were being choked by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make a sound.

　At the same time, a deep and eerie light, like the most hidden venomous snake under the night sky, suddenly burst forth from her chest and pierced her heart in an instant.

　Immediately afterwards, a warm liquid gushed out, staining Dr. Mei's beautiful face red.

　Dr. Mei, as one of the most outstanding scientists of this era, is undoubtedly wise.

　However, she is not strong in terms of physical fitness and combat.

　She had never received the rigorous training of the Fire Moth warriors, nor did she possess the special physical condition required to undergo the super-transformation surgery.

　If one were to forcibly attempt a super-transformation surgery, it would likely only end in failure.

　Faced with this sudden attack, Dr. Mei's mind was unusually clear. Almost instinctively, she took several steps back, trying to keep her distance from this bizarre scene.

　At the same time, her gaze swept across every corner of the surroundings, searching for the source of the threat lurking in the shadows.

　But apart from the gradually spreading stench of blood and the sight of his assistant lying motionless on the ground, there was nothing else unusual.

　Several minutes passed without Dr. Mei being subjected to any further attacks.

　It was as if the mysterious attacker had already achieved its goal and quietly disappeared without a trace.

　At this moment, Dr. Mei's gaze slowly turned to the silver-haired assistant lying in a pool of blood, her heart filled with complex emotions and doubts.

　Recalling her assistant's hesitant and ambiguous words, Dr. Mei gradually began to have some vague and uneasy thoughts.

　Were you involved too...?