Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　After all, the airborne fleet has a considerable number of technical troops, and once lost, they cannot be easily replaced.

　Therefore, even though Dr. Mei was fully aware that the floating fleet's stance favored veteran members of parliament like Representative Wang, she had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

　Getting back to the main point, when Senator Carl arrived at the makeshift airport, the midday sun was shining on the massive floating fleet, draping these steel behemoths, hundreds of meters long, in a golden armor.

　As He gazed upon the magnificent sight before Him, His heart surged with unprecedented pride and ambition.

　He knew that now, He was one step closer to realizing that grand plan.

　Upon boarding the flagship Mu Continent, a floating battleship, Councilor Karl quickly summoned the fleet commanders and conveyed to each of them the transfer order signed by Councilor Wang and his strategic intentions in detail.

　Although the commanders of the airborne fleet still had some doubts, they chose to obey unconditionally in the face of Senator Karl's unwavering gaze and the undeniable mobilization order in his hand.

　"We will face the evil necromancer, a terrifying being that crawls out of the dark abyss, but please remember,"

　Representative Carl's voice resounded across the deck, filled with inspiring power.

　"It is precisely these challenges that have forged our resilience and glory. As long as we unite as one and forge ahead, no force can stop our march of conquest, and no shadow can obscure the light in our hearts!"

　At Senator Carl's command, the airborne fleet began to take off and assemble.

Chapter 484 The Destruction of the Fire-Chasing Moth Aerial Fleet

　The full assembly and grand departure of the Moth Chasing Flame aerial fleet unfolded like an epic scroll, transforming the sky above the new headquarters into a vast, steel-forged dome that blotted out the sun and possessed an imposing aura.

　These majestic warships, like steel islands in a sea of ​​clouds, not only blocked out the sunlight but also cast deep shadows across the land, forcing people to light their lamps early in order to combat this sudden "twilight."

　Faced with such a shocking fleet operation, Dr. May could not possibly ignore it.

　However, by this point, she knew she could no longer stop the floating fleet's predetermined course.

　Deep down, Dr. Mei had an exceptionally clear and profound self-reflection on her influence within the fleet.

　She never fantasized that her orders could rival the official orders of the Firemoth Council, nor did she expect that the fleet would choose to obey her voice in the event of a conflict between the two.

　The right to force others to do things is never a given!

　With Dr. Mei's intelligence, she surely understands this principle.

　Although she had the authority to issue orders to stop the fleet, she was also aware that whether such orders could be carried out, and especially whether other Firemoth units besides Kevin and other Fusion Warriors would respond, was an open question.

　Indeed, Kevin, Alicia, Qianjie, and other heroic fusion warriors each possess the immense power to defeat these steel behemoths.

　But the floating fleet of the Fire Moths were their former comrades-in-arms!

　From both an emotional and moral standpoint, Dr. May could not easily issue the order for Kevin and the others to attack the Firemoth Squad.

　Moreover, she does not yet fully understand the true purpose and intention of the airborne fleet's operation.

　Given this information asymmetry, blindly issuing attack orders could not only harm innocent people but also lead to unpredictable consequences.

　Therefore, after taking all factors into consideration, Dr. May ultimately chose to remain silent and did not issue an order to stop the Firemoth fleet from launching its attack.

　At the speed of the Firemoth air fleet, it takes only two hours to easily cross a distance of more than 2000 kilometers from the new Firemoth headquarters located on Tasmania to reach the vast airspace of Queensland.

　However, even with such rapid progress,

　The Fire Moth fleet also failed to complete its planned surprise attack.

　Just as the Moths of Fire were confidently traversing the skies of Queensland, a necromancer flying force, personally commanded by a necromancer, suddenly appeared in their path.

　Moros had no intention of arguing with this air fleet that had intruded into the sensitive area of ​​Queensland without even a word.

　As his thoughts raced, the shrill cry of the [Curse of the Underworld] suddenly rang out.

　The mournful sound, which could not have come from any living creature, carried a chilling aura of death and seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld, shaking the entire sky.

　With Moros's [Curse Power] attribute boosting it to a high level of 69, the power of [Netherworld Curse] was pushed to its limit.

　An invisible and intangible wave of negative energy surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping across every corner of the sky and casting the shadow of death over every living being that came into contact with it.

　This is not just physical torture, but a direct erosion of the soul and life.

　The floating warships that the Fire Moth had painstakingly built with all its wisdom and resources appeared so fragile and vulnerable in the face of this destructive force.

　Those Honkai energy shields that were once considered indestructible could not even withstand a second of resistance under the fierce onslaught of negative energy before they all overloaded and shut down.

　Even the meticulously designed alloy armor reinforced with Honkai energy was rendered ineffective by this energy fluctuation, easily penetrated as if it were made of paper.

　Even Senator Karl, one of the thousand Herrschers and a being with extraordinary power, suffered severe damage in this catastrophe.

　His life force flickered and nearly went out under that almost mythical attack.

　As for the ordinary sailors in the fleet, although some of them had undergone enhancement surgery developed by Dr. Mebius, giving them superhuman physical qualities and combat abilities, their fate was already sealed in the face of such terrifying battle magic.

　In just one brief exchange, the Fire Moth's floating fleet suffered unprecedented heavy damage, the extent of which was shocking.

　Almost the entire fleet was wiped out, with only Councilor Karl remaining. He managed to maintain his life force by virtue of his strength as one of the thousand Herrschers, becoming the sole survivor of this catastrophe.

　Such heavy casualties were tantamount to a devastating blow to the Moth Chaser airborne fleet.

　The loss of the fleet's core—its highly trained and skilled operators—means that even the three most advanced and automated national-level airborne battleships in the fleet can only barely maintain their current flight altitude. Like mechanical behemoths stripped of their souls, they can no longer demonstrate their former flexible tactical operations and awe-inspiring combat power.

　At this critical juncture, such a situation would undoubtedly be fatal.

　Don't forget, the necromancer is leading a massive swarm of flying undead to cut off the path of the Firemoth floating fleet.

　If the Moth Chasing Flying Fleet were at its peak, it could still contend with this flying undead swarm centered around a group of ghost dragons, thanks to its powerful long-range firepower, and would have a more than 60% chance of winning.

　But at this moment, the situation is completely different.

　With almost all of the crew members wiped out, the fleet almost completely lost its former combat effectiveness and flexibility, and could only float helplessly in the air, like a giant bird that had lost its wings, unable to spread its wings and soar, let alone launch an effective counterattack.

　Faced with the impending crisis, how could such a weakened fleet possibly withstand the attack of the necromancer's terrifying and powerful flying undead swarm?

　The facts have ruthlessly proven this point.

　Even Moros felt there was no need to cast any more battle spells.

　He simply gave the order to attack.

　In an instant, the sky seemed to sense the impending terror and trembled violently.

　The undead flying force, like vengeful spirits awakened from the depths of darkness, carrying an endless aura of death, launched a fatal blow against the floating fleet of the Firemoth.

　The floating warships of the Moths of Fire, though still maintaining their flight posture, are now adrift in the air like headless flies, having lost their pilots.

　Those long-range firepower systems that once struck fear into the hearts of the enemy are now unable to launch any effective counterattacks.

　The undead flying units' attack was as fierce and unstoppable as a storm.

　The alloy armor crumbled easily under the dragon breath of the ghost dragons, and the redundant structure of the warship was completely penetrated. The shadow of death and destruction quickly enveloped this once glorious battlefield.

　In this battle where the odds were extremely stacked against them, the Fire Moth's floating fleet was powerless to fight back and could only watch helplessly as it headed for its doom.

　As the last ray of light faded into the wreckage of the fleet, the sky returned to silence, but beneath this silence lay a profound sorrow and despair.

　The floating fleet of the Fire Moths, a once glorious air force, has thus turned into dust in the shadow of the necromancer.

Chapter 485 The Meaning of Power and the Joker of the Thousand Heralds

　Watching the wreckage of the Firemoth floating fleet turn into specks of stardust and fall to the boundless earth under the pull of the planet's gravity, Moros casually waved his hand, and a Herrscher Core shimmering with a deep purple light floated leisurely to his front.

　"The Thousand Lawyers..."

　Softly murmuring, the necromancer's face was hidden in the shadows of the [Cloak of Death's Shadow], his thoughts racing as he pondered his next move.

　If it weren't for the appearance of this Herrscher core, his next course of action would undoubtedly have been a fairly straightforward path of revenge.

　He will lead a swarm of flying undead straight to the new headquarters of the Firemoth on Tasmania, and in an arrogant manner seek answers and explanations from Dr. May, who controls the Firemoth.

　After all, for Moros, verbal exchanges are far less direct and powerful than actions.

　However, this Herrscher core, emitting a faint purple light, was like a ray of light in the fog, piercing through layers of doubt and revealing a more hidden and complex truth.

　Behind this Moth Chasing Flotilla operation, there is a strong possibility that the shadow of the Tenth Herrscher, the Thousand-Man Herrscher, is lurking.

　This discovery forced Moros to re-examine his action plan.

　He knew that blindly following someone else's script would only put him in a passive position and make him a pawn in someone else's hands.

　This passivity and dependence on others is something that necromancers cannot tolerate.

　However, Moros also refused to give up the pursuit of the Fire-Chasing Moth.

　It would be a shame to give up such a rare opportunity to question the Firemoth, one that even Alicia and Eden could understand and support.

　Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Moros made a decision that was both cautious and shrewd.

　He decided to take advantage of this opportunity to obtain some substantial benefits and compensation from the Moth of Fire.

　However, given the potential shadow of the Thousand-Man Herrscher, Moros decided to take a more strategic approach.

　This time, he abandoned the direct and drastic methods of the past, no longer leading a swarm of flying undead to storm the headquarters of the Firemoth with overwhelming force.

　While such a method could demonstrate its formidable strength, it could also very likely trigger unnecessary conflict and greater chaos.

　Instead, the necromancer devised a more circuitous and sophisticated path.

　He intended to have Congressman William act as his messenger to Dr. May, conveying his demands to the Moths of Fire in a manner that was both expressive and dignified.

　This approach ensures accurate information transmission while preserving some dignity for those who chase after the flame.

　Of course, all of this is predicated on the moths that chase the flame being able to recognize the times and know when to advance and retreat.

　If Dr. May thinks that the moths chasing the flame can easily turn the page on this matter without paying any price.

　Then Moros will have to take a more forceful and direct approach, namely, to use the authority of iron and fire to make her deeply understand the harshness of reality.

　This is precisely the unique advantage that power bestows upon necromancers.

　Even though he personally destroyed the Firemoth's precious floating fleet, causing countless soldiers to perish, it did not stop him from continuing to demand that Dr. May, on behalf of the Firemoth, provide a solution that would satisfy him.

　When Councilor Karl, one of the thousand Herrschers, perished under the deadly breath of the Ghost Dragon, the remaining thousand Herrschers quickly realized that their meticulously planned conspiracy was on the verge of collapse.

　The massive floating fleet of the Fire Moths did not cause even the slightest harm to Mebius herself, nor did it even touch her research institute.

　This outcome, at most, only exacerbated the tension between the necromancer Moros and the Firemoth, but it fell far short of achieving the sinister goal of forcing him to command the undead army to wield the sword against human civilization.

　However, even after such a major upheaval, the thousand Herrschers did not give up their plans.

　They still have one Joker card that they haven't revealed.

　As the art of war says, "In all battles, one engages with the orthodox and wins with the unorthodox."

　The floating fleet of the Fire Moths is undoubtedly a solid bulwark on the front lines, while the hidden trump card is the key to achieving a surprise victory.

　With the complete annihilation of the Firemoth floating fleet, the hidden Joker card became all the more important.

　It still retains a high probability that it will guide the necromancer to continue acting according to the original plan set by the thousand Herrschers.

　"Mr. Benjamin, have you made all the arrangements on your end?"

　"Everything is in order. The transaction records have been securely backed up to ensure they will provoke the necromancer's wrath."

　"Miss Klein, how are things on your end?"

　"Ah."

　Nodding, the green-haired girl with heavy dark circles under her eyes gave an affirmative answer.

　"Very well, then let us steadfastly carry out the original plan!"

　In a world bubble called "Domination Theater," the host...

　The words of the thousand individual lawyers at the conference were filled with inspiring power.

　"For God! For our revenge against humanity!"

　At this moment, all the individual Herrschers participating in this conference of a thousand Herrschers firmly believed that their plan, the result of meticulous planning and tireless efforts, would surely, as they wished, successfully demonstrate to humanity the power and wisdom belonging to the apostles of God.

　Mebius Institute, Queensland, Australia.

　Silver moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the crystal-clear glass dome of the research institute and draping this sacred place of scientific research in a soft and mysterious veil.

　However, beneath this tranquility lie unseen undercurrents and changes.

　Klein, now one of the thousand Herrschers, strolled through the research institute's corridors, looking no different from when he was working overtime for Mebius.

　Doctor, this time, I will not let fear become my stumbling block...

　Standing before Mebius's laboratory, gazing at the laboratory door made of ultra-high-strength alloy, capable of withstanding direct hits from cannons with Honkai energy enhancement up to 200mm in caliber, Klein silently recited to himself.

　Her fingers trembled slightly on the control panel in front of the door, but she finally pressed the identity verification button firmly.

　With the access granted by Mebius, she was able to enter the laboratory without any problems.

　The moment Klein stepped into the laboratory, his feelings were complex and indescribable.