Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Then, they all focused their attention on the necromancer who was maintaining the magical projection.

　"Moros, shouldn't you have said something?"

　Mebius stared at the young man before him, his pinkish-green snake eyes gleaming with inquiry and anticipation.

　In response to Mebius's question, Moros gave a faint smile.

　"As you have seen with your own eyes, the eighth Great Collapse has already occurred."

　Having keenly noticed the necromancer's detached attitude, a hint of doubt arose in Wilvi's heart.

　She pressed for an answer, puzzled.

　"Mentor, your territory has also been affected by the [Sleeping Syndrome]. I'm curious, how can you remain so calm, showing no signs of anxiety or worry?"

　Faced with his partner's question, Moros smiled gently, his gaze sweeping tenderly over Vervi's pink eyes and Mebius's expectant snake eyes beside her.

　Why should I let myself get caught up in useless anxiety?

　He then revealed the secrets and crucial role of the Territory-Level Soul Collection Array to them without reservation.

　"As you can see, with this magic array in place, the losses to my territory are acceptable in the short term. Until the exact location of the Herald of Knowledge is determined, I believe that maintaining the status quo and observing the situation is the wisest choice."

　Yes, the inability to locate the Eighth Herrscher is also a major reason why the necromancer chose to sit idly by and watch the situation unfold.

　Compared to the seven Herrschers who openly declared their existence in the past, the Eighth Herrscher demonstrated extraordinary stealth skills, concealing her location perfectly.

　In this situation, Moros, a demigod-level spellcaster with a severe imbalance in his specializations, was naturally at a loss.

　If he were to confront a Herrscher head-on, Moros would be more than capable. Casting curse spells to kill enemies from thousands of miles away would also be no difficult task.

　However, when the mission was transformed into searching for a Herrscher who was deliberately hiding himself on a vast, terrestrial planet, it was indeed beyond his capabilities.

　Unless he willingly steps into the dream world meticulously woven by the divine apostle who wields the power of [consciousness], even as a demigod, he would find it difficult to glimpse the true form of the Eighth Herrscher.

　As for entering the domain of the Herald of Consciousness—a vast dream woven by the minds of millions of victims of [Symphomania]—to pursue that elusive trace?

　For a necromancer, this is undoubtedly a gamble that is far too risky.

　Although some early patients died due to physical exhaustion over time, and their consciousness gradually dissipated, reducing the total amount of consciousness in dreams, it is still a huge and alarming number.

　Such a large number of mental consciousnesses is enough for the Lawbringers of Knowledge to construct a mental labyrinth that is both complex and ever-changing, and fraught with danger.

　Even more worrying is that if this apostle of God were to resort to extreme measures that would result in mutual destruction at all costs, even if Moros had already stepped into the realm of demigods, he might still suffer a severe blow in this mental contest.

　It is obvious that his territory on Earth is not worth such a risk.

　After hearing Moros's explanation, both Vervière and Mebius expressed their understanding and acceptance.

　Although they all knew in their hearts that the necromancer's choice might not have been without the element of taking the opportunity to weaken the Firemoths and human society.

　But since Morrow

　Since Si was willing to consider their thoughts and not bring these deeper motives to the table, they tacitly chose to turn a blind eye.

　Moreover, given the current situation, the necromancer's reasons are sufficient and difficult to refute.

　In the hearts of Velvi and Mebius, when faced with the choice between strangers on Earth with whom they had no direct connection and Morros, the answer was already clear and straightforward, requiring no further thought.

　Time returns to the present.

　A full month after arriving in this world, the Eighth Herrscher finally found a word that the Moth Chaser could not block with the [Consciousness Shackles] through exhaustive search.

　When He first arrived on this planet, He was aware of the danger of His situation.

　This apostle of God was horrified to discover that he possessed a body that was extremely fragile and completely incongruous with the name of the Herrscher.

　Not to mention comparing it to the Seventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Flame, who represents the pinnacle of destructive power, even the First Herrscher, the Herrscher of Reason, who was the first to descend, had physical qualities far superior to it.

　In reality, if judged solely by physical strength, this apostle of God was merely equivalent to an ordinary elite assassin.

　Such a weak physical condition greatly limited His ability to use His power of [consciousness].

　Therefore, He had no choice but to abandon learning from His predecessors and, upon His arrival, vented His pent-up anger by mowing down enemies in human cities.

　Instead, He made a difficult but wise choice.

　By sacrificing his own symbiotic Emperor-class Honkai Beast, Mouri, he cleverly concealed the massive Honkai energy fluctuations he released when he became a Herrscher, thus hiding in the shadows and waiting for the right opportunity.

　Then, the Eighth Herrscher hid in her cramped dwelling, clutching a thick dictionary, and used her powers to gradually weave a noose that would strangle the organization known as the Firemoth.

　Now, He has finally found that crucial word, which will become the key to tightening the noose and determining victory or defeat.

　Prior to this, this divine apostle, who possessed the power of [consciousness], had always lived in fear and anxiety.

　He feared that the moths drawn to the flame would discover his location.

　Because He understood that with the power of the Fusion Warrior, He could kill Him in the blink of an eye.

　But at this moment, the situation has quietly reversed.

　The words He found were like the sharpest blade, slicing through the past gloom and instantly reversing the balance of power.

　From then on, He would no longer be a passive prey, but a hunter in control of the whole situation.

Chapter 415 The Eighth Herrscher's Curtain Falls

　In just a moment, at the headquarters of the Firemoth, all the soldiers and staff who had not received mental training fell one after another.

　This scene undoubtedly signifies the initial victory of the Eighth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Consciousness, in his battle against the Moths of Fire.

　He could certainly sense the Moth Warriors who entered his meticulously constructed dream world through the [Observation Hub].

　But in His boundless ocean of consciousness, these challengers are nothing but insignificant dust, unable to cause any ripples.

　Although this apostle of God appeared physically weak, this only made him more cautious and cunning. Even when victory seemed assured, he still managed to conceal his whereabouts without leaving a trace.

　In this situation, those Fusion Warriors who stepped into His meticulously woven dream were like travelers who had wandered into a maze, groping around but unable to reach His profound and distant reality.

　As for the ordinary Firemoth warriors who have not yet undergone the super-transformation surgery, they appear to be even more vulnerable.

　Faced with the alluring illusions of the Law of Knowledge, one is almost powerless to resist and becomes deeply intoxicated, unable to extricate oneself.

　The Lawgiver of Consciousness, this overlord of the realm of consciousness, with his unparalleled power of [consciousness], constructs one perfect dream after another that is almost flawless, inspiring longing and irresistibility.

　In fact, even those fusion warriors who fused with the genes of the Emperor-class Honkai Beast Moyuri and possessed extraordinary mental power were mostly unable to escape the unfathomable power of the Herrscher of Consciousness and fell into the gentle trap of dreams.

　Only a handful of people, with their indomitable will and unwavering commitment to reality, are still struggling to resist the allure of their dreams.

　After confirming that the number of warriors sent by the Fire Moth to His dream world had stabilized and was no longer increasing, the Herrscher of Knowledge understood that this was the opponent's last struggle.

　Immediately, His thoughts naturally shifted from the current battle to a longer-term plan.

　The situation on this planet is far more complex and volatile than that of our own world.

　The Moths that Chase Fire are indeed the direct enemies of the Lawbringers of Knowledge, but there are even more troublesome forces on this planet.

　Although the powerful and wealthy have tried their best to suppress reports about necromancers for various reasons, making them almost disappear from the public eye, this cannot conceal their unfathomable power and omnipresent shadow.

　After all, battle reports can be deceiving, but the front lines can not.

　That territory spanning millions of square kilometers, and

　The sheer number of people exceeding 100 million speaks volumes about the terrifying power of necromancers.

　Especially after delving into the deepest recesses of the mental memories of the high-ranking members of the Firemoth, the Herrscher of Knowledge gained a more profound and intuitive understanding of the existence of necromancers.

　As the detailed information about the necromancer flooded in, the Herald of Knowledge felt a chill run down his spine.

　This lawyer never imagined that behind the public opinion barriers that Moth Chaser had built up over a long period of time, there were so many falsehoods and lies hidden.

　The fall of His many predecessors was, in fact, a tragedy caused by the necromancer.

　This cruel truth filled the hearts of those who understand the law with shock and a sense of awakening.

　As a result, this apostle of God became even more determined to hide his true form in order to avoid being found by the necromancer.

　He knew that once the necromancer located his true form, he would be like an ant, easily crushed by the necromancer.

　Such an outcome is undoubtedly unacceptable to those who understand the laws of nature.

　Therefore, this apostle of God, who wielded the power of [consciousness], began to ponder how to deal with this unprecedented threat.

　The necromancer's system of governance is completely different from that of the fire-chasing moths, with their power highly concentrated in the hands of an individual.

　This is both its vulnerability and the root of its unshakeable nature.

　Those who understand the laws can see that simply destroying the necromancer's territory or sphere of influence cannot fundamentally solve the problem.

　Only by confronting and defeating the necromancer himself can this threat be completely eliminated.

　However, even the Herald of Knowledge had to admit that he did not yet possess the absolute strength to confront a necromancer head-on.

　This realization stirred up an indescribable anger and resentment within Him.

　To temporarily alleviate this emotional pressure, the Herrscher of Knowledge decided to transfer her anger to the Moth Warriors who had entered Her dream world.

　This also gave the last few fusion warriors, who were lost in the beautiful dream He had woven, the opportunity to find His location.

　"Observer No. 27 is ready. After the observation hub is activated, I will unlock my consciousness and actively enter its dream to find its location."

　"Before the memetic contamination took effect, the observation hub pulled my consciousness back... Doctor?"

　Su looked at the one-armed man outside the incubation chamber with a puzzled expression. He was Su's mentor and the founder of the Fifth Science Department, a veteran scientist of the organization.

　The one-armed man, who possessed numerous titles, lowered his head, shook the wine jug in his hand, and his face was filled with self-mockery and sorrow.

　"...I'm getting more and more confused as I get older. I actually let Mei turn her student into a fusion warrior and then personally sent him to hell."

　“Sue. If you can come back, I'll treat you to a drink.”

　"Doctor, this is my own choice."

　Su tried to put on a relaxed expression, waved to his mentor, and then submerged his consciousness into its deepest recesses.

　In that deep and dazzling dream, Sue once again saw Director Fal, and Annie, who had been successfully cured of the Honkai disease by him.

　This series of beautiful scenes was so captivating that it almost made him forget the heavy burdens of the world, and he wanted to immerse himself in this tranquility and beauty forever.

　But in the end, reason and responsibility prevailed over temptation. Su Yiran wielded the scalpel to sever the shackles of illusion and break free from the gentle constraints of the dream. With unwavering will and indomitable faith, he successfully discovered the hiding place of the Eighth Herrscher.

　However, when Su opened her eyes again, all she saw was a blood-stained wine jug and a cold, empty floor.

　The unexpected betrayal and attack dealt a fatal blow to the one-armed man, but in the final moments of his life, this stubborn man still did his best to restart the observation hub.

　Thanks to this effort, Sue was able to return to reality, and the Moth of Fire was able to locate His location.

　With the Eighth Herrscher's physical condition being so weak that it was only equivalent to that of an ordinary elite assassin, once the Flame Chaser successfully located him, he had no room to struggle at all.

　With just one fusion warrior deployed, and in an execution that could hardly be called a battle, the Firemoth killed the apostle of the gods who had once driven them and the entire human society to the brink of destruction in her home during her human days.

Chapter 416 The Impact of the Eighth Great Collapse

　Now that meme pollution has disappeared, the Moth that chases the flame can finally be called by its official name—the Eighth Herald.

　But that person will never be able to see any of this again.

　Su slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the wine jug in his hand that had lost its warmth.

　He recalled the days and nights he had spent painstakingly modifying treatment plans to cure patients with the Honkai disease, and the ecstatic joy he felt when Dr. Spassy invited him to join the Fire Moth in researching the Honkai disease.

　Su finally understood that the Honkai disease could not be cured because the Honkai would not disappear.

　Honkai and Herrschers—these were once unfamiliar terms, but now they are devouring the civilization of this generation.

　"Drinking alcohol is not a good habit."

　With a familiar voice, the wine jug was snatched from someone's hand.

　Su raised her head and looked at her former best friend's face, which showed a cold expression she had never seen before.

　"We don't have that much time to wallow in despair. They will continue to emerge and threaten our civilization."

　"Kevin..."

　"Su, May hopes that you will succeed Dr. Spassy as the head of the Fifth Scientific Division and continue the previous research."

　"I... am here to take over... the teacher's place?"

　"If you don't want his sacrifice to be in vain, stand up and keep fighting."

　"Humanity will surely defeat the Honkai... no matter the cost."

　Su opened her eyes wide and looked at the face of her dear friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.

　He wanted to ask something, but then realized he already knew the answer.

　In the end, Sue said nothing, stood up, took the somewhat deformed wine jug, and followed Kevin out.