Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"What exactly is going on?"

　His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner turmoil and unease.

　"Please allow me to apologize for having to witness such chaos. However, rest assured, these are merely overconfident challengers. Trust me, I am capable of resolving this swiftly."

　cut……"

　While calmly and forcefully reassuring his partners from Australia, General Diego instructed his adjutant to immediately ascertain the details of the attack and begin organizing a defensive and counter-offensive operation.

　Upon hearing this, the adjutant immediately gave a crisp military salute, then turned and hurriedly left.

　General Diego, meanwhile, maintained his composure and confidence, chatting and laughing with the distinguished guests from Australia, as if the outside disturbances were truly insignificant matters.

　This calm and composed attitude naturally gave the bureaucrat from the Australian continent great confidence and reassurance.

　He began to believe that since General Diego could remain so calm and composed, the current situation must still be under control.

　However, as time passed, the adjutant still hadn't returned.

　This situation stirred a ripple in General Diego's heart, and feelings of surprise and unease quietly arose.

　But he quickly adjusted his emotions, and although there were subtle and hard-to-detect changes in his expression, he still maintained a calm demeanor.

　He habitually stroked his thick beard, his gaze passing through the noise of the camp and landing on the distant night sky, which was glowing red with firelight.

　In that deep gaze, his mind raced like lightning, constantly analyzing various possible scenarios and coping strategies.

　However, despite the turmoil within him, General Diego maintained an admirable composure and calmness on the surface.

　He knew that as a leader, every subtle expression he made could affect the confidence of his allies and the morale of his subordinates.

　Therefore, he chose to keep this unease deep in his heart, using his unwavering composure and confidence to build a solid psychological defense for those around him.

　Unfortunately, the harsh reality will not change because of General Diego's feigned composure.

　"Excuse me, please allow me to leave for a moment..."

　General Diego's words carried an undisguised urgency.

　He realized that the situation was far more serious than expected and that he had to intervene personally.

　Just as he was about to get up, the steel gate of the conference room suddenly opened, breaking the solemn atmosphere inside.

　General Diego's gaze immediately focused on the doorway, only to see his adjutant standing there stiffly, his face as pale as paper.

　"Why are you so slow..."

　General Diego's words were immediately interrupted by a pungent smell of blood.

　His brows furrowed, his gaze scrutinizing his adjutant with intense intensity, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

　"General... I'm sorry."

　The adjutant's voice was weak and trembling, and his eyes were filled with guilt and despair.

　Before he could finish speaking, a samurai sword gleaming with a cold blue light suddenly pierced through from behind the adjutant.

　【Spirit Blade: Frosty Prison】!

　Although it is not a Divine Key capable of wielding the power of a Herrscher, this katana is a technological marvel that incorporates the top-tier Honkai energy technology of the Firemoth, possessing a terrifying power.

　As the [Spirit Blade - Frosty Prison] was withdrawn, the adjutant's body collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the conference room floor a shocking red, and also reflecting in General Diego's eyes, which were filled with shock and anger.

　At that moment, the atmosphere in the conference room froze to its absolute limit, as if time had been tightly gripped by an invisible hand and stopped flowing.

　The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear, binding everyone tightly in this vortex of despair.

　The middle-aged bureaucrat from Australia was utterly shocked. His eyes were wide open, his face filled with disbelief, as if he had witnessed an unbelievable nightmare.

　Fear and confusion intertwined on his face, forming a complex picture. He instinctively backed away, trying to escape the suffocatingly bloody scene.

　Amidst this deathly silence and despair, a light yet undeniably menacing footstep sounded from outside the door, breaking the stillness inside.

　Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a cherry-haired girl in a tight-fitting combat suit appear at the door like a ghost.

　Sakura, the ace assassin codenamed "Forget-Me-Not"!

　Holding an ice-blue katana, letting the undried blood drip from the tip onto the ground, Sakura's gaze swept over the various faces in the room.

　Finally, her gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment.

　The Australian bureaucrat's eyes were filled with terror, while General Diego's face was grim and uncertain.

　"Target confirmed!"

Chapter 421 Sakura's Slaughter and Unexpected Gains

　Under Sakura's murderous gaze, the Australian bureaucrat's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

　His face was as pale as paper, and his voice was broken and intermittent due to excessive fear, but even so, he still tried his best to plead.

　"Please...please, esteemed assassin, spare my life! I truly know nothing..."

　Then, the middle-aged bureaucrat tried to use his position as a shield in an attempt to gain a chance to survive.

　"I...I am the deputy mayor of Hobart, bearing the heavy responsibility of serving His Majesty, I..."

　"My mission is very important, you can't kill me..."

　His tone was half pleading and half threatening; he was clearly making a last-ditch effort.

　But the cherry-blossom-haired assassin remained unmoved; her gaze remained cold and resolute, without the slightest wavering.

　She knew her mission perfectly well—to purge all presence within the military base.

　Regardless of their identity, they will all become victims of her sword.

　Just as the despair in the middle-aged bureaucrat's eyes deepened, General Diego's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the hopeless plea.

　"That's enough, stop humiliating yourself here..."

　General Diego's tone carried a hint of disdain and indifference.

　He stared into the young assassin's purple eyes, as if trying to uncover hidden secrets within them.

　"Then tell me, who orchestrated all of this? Who wants my life, Diego's?"

　At this moment, General Diego, the once ruthless warlord who used Honkai weapons as his sword to sweep through government forces and dominate a region, clearly realized that the wheel of his fate would stop turning today.

　Therefore, he was eager to know, in the final moments of his life, which force and what reason they wanted to kill him.

　Seemingly moved by General Diego's courage in facing death, a rare look of admiration flashed in Sakura's eyes.

　She had witnessed too much cowardice and struggle of the powerful in the face of death, and General Diego's composure and indomitable spirit undoubtedly became a unique color in her memory.

　However, as a top assassin and the vice-captain of the Poison Chrysalis Squad, Sakura clearly remembered her duties, and her emotions and reason were distinctly separated.

　She was not swayed by this admiration, but silently and slowly raised the ice-blue samurai sword in her hand—[Spirit Blade: Frosty Prison].

　The flash of the blade, like the coldest wind in winter, foreshadowed the coming of the end.

　Watching this scene, General Diego's lips curled into a bitter and complex smile.

　He understood that his pursuit of the truth might forever sink into an abyss, becoming an unfinished regret in his life.

　But at the same time, he also felt a strange sense of relief.

　After all, his life had been magnificent enough, and he had no regrets.

　Sure enough, in the next instant, Sakura's figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only an icy blue trail in the air before returning to nothingness.

　A sense of relief flashed in General Diego's eyes. He closed his eyes and let the flame of life be extinguished.

　But the wheels of fate did not stop turning.

　Sakura's figure reappeared abruptly, this time targeting the trembling Australian bureaucrat.

　The katana drew a smooth yet deadly arc in the air, carrying unparalleled power, and instantly pierced through the bureaucrat's chest.

　The middle-aged bureaucrat's eyes were filled with disbelief and despair.

　He never expected that, even after explaining his identity and mission, someone would still dare to challenge the necromancer's authority.

　However, the bureaucrat's struggles and bewilderment ultimately could not change his fate.

　His body collapsed limply, blood gushing out like a spring, mingling with the bloodstains on the ground, creating a scene that was both cruel and resolute.

　Sakura did not give the other onlookers a chance to catch their breath.

　Her gaze was sharp and cold as she quickly scanned everyone else in the meeting room.

　Her movements were swift and precise; each swing of her knife was accompanied by the fall of an enemy, without the slightest hesitation or slackness.

　Within this confined space, she transformed into a messenger of death, ending everyone's lives with a clean and swift massacre.

　As the final, dull thud of a corpse falling to the ground echoed in the empty conference room, Sakura stood quietly, her katana already sheathed.

　Her face showed no emotional fluctuation, only calmness and composure at the completion of the task.

　The assassin "Forget-Me-Not," belonging to the Poison Chrysalis unit, brilliantly completed her mission, leaving no survivors. Everything seemed so resolute and thorough, as if no life had ever existed here.

　Taking a few misty blue forget-me-nots from her pocket, the cherry-haired assassin carefully placed them on the chests of General Diego and the middle-aged bureaucrat.

　Then, she slowly walked towards the exquisite briefcase containing the [Soul Storage Orb], a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

　"Farewell, General Diego."

　Leaving behind a whispered message, Sakura, carrying this important trophy, resolutely turned and stepped into the darkness.

　Behind her, raging flames, like a raging beast, ravaged the military base, devouring everything in their path.

　Thick smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the moonlight in the night sky.

　What's puzzling is that despite the severity of the disaster, no one came to the rescue.

　Those Honkai weapons data that might have contained important information and technology thus met their fate of destruction.

　Mu Continent, the headquarters of the Fire Moth.

　"The technical data were all destroyed"

　"Did you?"

　Dr. Mei, with her long, purplish-black hair tied into a neat single ponytail and wearing a white lab coat, asked questions with her usual calm and composure.

　Since Congressmen Eugene and Wang have decided to use the two most powerful fusion warriors in the Chrysalis unit, their actions will inevitably require communication with Dr. May, the chief scientist of the Firemoth.

　Then, Dr. Mei assigned Sakura some additional tasks on her own.

　"Yes, it has been destroyed."

　Nodding slightly, Sakura took out the exquisite briefcase she had obtained from General Diego from her backpack.

　Sakura placed the suitcase gently in front of Dr. Mei, her tone carrying a hint of caution and contemplation.

　"This is a trophy I stumbled upon in that now-ruined military base. Judging from General Diego's reaction, this box must be quite important..."

　Sakura described in detail what she had seen and heard in the base to the young female scientist in front of her, striving to make every detail accurate.

　Dr. Mei listened quietly, her gaze gradually deepening as Sakura described.

　After Ying finished speaking, she raised her hand and opened the exquisite briefcase.

　The next moment, several [Soul Storage Spheres] emitting a deep, eerie light came into view.

　"I see……"

　As the chief scientist of the Fire-Chasing Moth, she was naturally aware of the existence of magical artifacts.

　Seeing it with her own eyes now further fueled her deep-seated desire for the unknown.

　“Please pick up Congressman William for me.”

Chapter 422 The Deal with Dr. May

　"So, Dr. Mei contacted you first and proposed the deal?"

　On the other end of the [Communication Badge], the necromancer's voice was indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

　Perhaps, for Moros, with the three Soul Storage Orbs intact, the death of the Hobart deputy mayor was not a particularly noteworthy event.

　Yes, through the inner workings of the Firemoth, Dr. May made a deal with Congressman William, or more precisely, with the unfathomable necromancer behind him.

　In exchange for the three Soul Storage Orbs filled with souls, she implored the necromancer to set aside his prejudice against the Firemoth and join him in this anti-Honkai cause that concerns the fate of human civilization.

　"Yes, Your Majesty, Dr. Mei does indeed mean that."

　Upon hearing the question from his lord, Congressman William immediately answered with utmost respect.