Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　For example, the Herrscher of a Thousand who was the first to attack Dr. Mei, her ability to become transparent was essentially achieved by controlling the refraction of light in the air.

　This is merely a tiny, insignificant part of the Herrscher of Wind's powers.

　She cannot manipulate air pressure at will like a true Herrscher of Wind, thus failing to unleash the true power of the wind's authority.

　Reality is not a story; you can't just shout "I'm not reconciled" a few times and suddenly become a force to be reckoned with.

　Reality has always presented itself in a cold and honest way.

　It is cruel and direct, allowing no unrealistic fantasies or escapism.

　The truly impossible is something that was destined to be impossible from the very beginning.

Chapter 498 Conquering the Domination Theater

　"Quickly! Engage them!"

　Despite their lingering shock, the thousand Herrschers quickly reached a consensus and decided to leverage the unique advantage of the [Domination Theater] to challenge the necromancer.

　This decision was, in fact, the only option forced upon us by the circumstances.

　When the plan to use necromancers to cleanse human civilization was fully exposed to Moros, the thousand Herrschers clearly realized that a fierce counterattack from the necromancers was inevitable.

　Looking around this blue planet, only the [Theater of Domination] can grant them an unprecedented boost in power.

　As a sacred sanctuary bestowed upon the Tenth Herrscher, the Thousand Herrschers, by the Cocoon of the End, the [Domination Theater]'s function extends far beyond mere assembly and troop deployment.

　Within the [Domination Theater], the strength of the thousand Herrschers will be significantly enhanced and boosted.

　While this force is not enough to propel them to the top and cross the threshold of the legendary realm in one step, it is enough to be a catalyst for their leap in strength.

　Originally, the power of the thousand Herrschers was only comparable to that of the Chariot-class Honkai Beasts, but with the blessing of the [Domination Theater], their strength soared to a level that was comparable to that of the Temple-class Honkai Beasts.

　This transformation is undoubtedly a crucial factor in their fight against necromancers and their protection of the [Dominion Theater].

　However, for a demigod-level necromancer, there is no substantial difference between a Chariot-class Honkai Beast and a Temple-class Honkai Beast.

　When Moros completely penetrated the solid spatial barrier of the [Dominion Theater] and truly stepped into this world bubble specially constructed by the Cocoon of the End, he immediately unleashed a [Winter Ring] using the hypermagic technique called [Instant Spell Casting].

　In an instant, a bone-chilling cold surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire [Domination Theater] in a flash.

　Those thousand individual Herrschers who attempted to launch a surprise attack while Moros and Mebius were still new to the area and had not yet established themselves were all frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures by this terrifying cold wave.

　This scene was actually not surprising.

　Given the necromancer's current magical strength, if a mere thousand individual Herrschers could effectively resist his spells, then he wouldn't need to go to such lengths to plan a contest against the Herrscher of the End.

　He could have peacefully remained hidden in his own demiplane, waiting for the Herrscher of the End to complete the cleansing of human civilization before falling into a slumber that would last for fifty thousand years.

　When Mebius recovered from the dizziness caused by the teleportation that broke through the spatial barrier of the [Dominion Theater], the scene before her shocked her to the point of...

　Words fail me.

　Before her, rows of thousands of individual Law Masters knelt on the ground in a strange, almost pious posture.

　Their eyes were empty and their bodies were stiff, as if they were no longer living beings, but empty shells stripped of their souls.

　The culprit behind all this is none other than the fifth-level dark magic, [Puppet Master].

　Under the control of this powerful battle spell, all the thousand Herrscher individuals trapped in the [Domination Theater] were transformed without exception into puppets in the hands of the necromancer, at the mercy of Moros.

　In this contest of vastly unequal strength, the thousand Herrschers did put up a fierce resistance.

　Deep within their hearts, their yearning for freedom and their tenacity for survival surged countless times, as they tried to break free from the invisible shackles forged by dark magic.

　However, faced with Moros's overwhelming power, these struggles were ultimately futile, appearing both powerless and tragic.

　Those thousand Herrschers who had tried to gather their strength to besiege Moros and Mebius were like fragile sandcastles encountering a tsunami, collapsing instantly under the dazzling yet deadly battle magic. Only the Herrscher cores were left scattered alone on the cold ground, shimmering with a desolate light.

　Those individuals who attempted to escape this place of despair were horrified to discover that what was once their safe haven, a sacred place they could traverse at will, had now become an inescapable cage.

　No matter how they struggled or cried out, the spatial barriers of the [Dominion Theater] remained as solid as a rock, ignoring their pleas.

　Even in despair, these individual members of the Thousand Law Enforcers did not give up their last hope.

　They attempted to use the lower-level abilities of the Herrscher of the Void in a forced attempt to create an escape route.

　However, each attempt to breach the spatial barrier sank to the bottom, creating only meaningless ripples before dissipating into the endless void without any echo or way out.

　Ultimately, in this endless despair and pain, the minds of the thousand Herrschers were completely destroyed by the dark power of the Puppet Master.

　The pride, beliefs, and dignity that once belonged to God's apostles were ruthlessly stripped away at this moment, turning into nothingness.

　What remains are only soulless shells, hollow and numb, like abandoned puppets, awaiting an unknown fate.

　“Moros…”

　Mebius's voice trembled slightly.

　She turned her head, her eyes, filled with doubt and shock, finally settling on the necromancer's slightly sly smile.

　"what on earth is it?"

　"As you have witnessed, Möbius."

　Moros was completely forthcoming with his knowledge of Mebius's questions.

　"I have successfully transformed these once arrogant Herrscher individuals into my puppets. Now, they have become pawns that you can manipulate at will."

　Upon hearing this, Mebius's snake-like eyes, which were a gradient of pink and green, suddenly narrowed.

　Her eyes widened, as if trying to imprint this unbelievable sight firmly in her mind.

　A mix of emotions surged within her, including awe at Moros's abilities and astonishment at the sudden turn of events on her path of revenge.

　"You...you mean..."

　Möbius's voice trembled slightly, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with uncertainty and a desire for verification.

　Seeing this, Moros nodded, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

　“Yes, Mebius. These thousand healers are now completely at your command. You can decide their fate as you see fit.”

　Mebius stared blankly at Moros, her thoughts seemingly swept away by a sudden storm, a thousand ideas like fallen leaves torn apart by the gale, chaotic and disordered.

　This almost miraculous absolute control over a thousand Herrschers far exceeded her previous imagination and understanding.

　In her mind, a Herrscher should be able to fight even against an existence like Morros, rather than being so easily reduced to a puppet.

　However, reality presented itself so cruelly that she was forced to re-examine the power of her suitor.

　However, Möbius remained remarkably clear-headed about what he wanted.

　"Moros, please release these thousand Herrschers. Manipulated puppets cannot extinguish my rage."

Chapter 499 The Man-Made Collapse of Möbius

　Moros, of course, had no reason to refuse Mebius's earnest request.

　As his thoughts shifted, the level-five dark magic [Puppet Master] that had been enveloping the thousand Herrschers quietly lost its restraint on their individual wills.

　At that very instant, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the thousand Herrschers whose minds had been controlled by the Puppet Master.

　Those were the brilliant sparks of the thousand Lawbringers breaking free from their shackles and regaining their freedom.

　It proclaims that the individual will of these thousand Heralds has completely broken free from its shackles and returned to where it belongs.

　Their position once again dominated their bodies.

　However, this joy of new life did not last long.

　Just as the thousand Herrschers regained their freedom, Mebius, who had received a magical message from Moros, also realized what was happening.

　"This is the moment of ascension to godhood!"

　Mebius's voice was full of determination and power.

　Without hesitation, she activated the forbidden state of [Artificial Collapse], transforming into a terrifying giant god who was half-human and half-snake.

　As she caused the collapse, the surrounding air seemed to be drawn by this force, violently distorting and churning.

　The scepter in Mebius's hand emitted a dazzling fluorescent green light, from which countless bolts of lightning surged forth, like angry dragons, drawing brilliant trajectories in the [Dominion Theater], enveloping her in a sea of ​​lightning.

　Beneath this magnificent spectacle of interwoven thunder, an even more awe-inspiring roar echoed from the ground.

　A thick, inky black mud, as deep and boundless as ink, surged forth like a colossal beast awakened, rapidly coalescing into a towering wave. With a terrifying, all-consuming force, it swept towards the thousand Herrschers who had just regained their freedom.

　The black mud wave stirred up by Mebius far exceeded the expectations of all the thousand Heralds in terms of speed and power.

　In the span of a few breaths, it traversed the entire area, mercilessly swallowing anything that dared to stand in its way into its boundless darkness.

　Those thousand Herrschers who had just broken free of their restraints had no time to feel the air of freedom before they were once again swallowed up by this terrifying wave of black mud, plunging them into an even more desperate abyss of darkness.

　Hidden within this sea of ​​black mud lies a terrifying power capable of corroding everything and devouring all things; even the bodies of Herrschers appear utterly vulnerable before this power.

　The black mud, like a hungry beast, greedily devoured every living thing caught in it, emitting a series of chilling chewing sounds.

　At the heart of this vortex of chaos and despair, the giant god, half-human and half-serpent, stood proudly.

　Bathed in the light of thunder and contrasted against the black mud, her figure exuded an even more unassailable majesty.

　The true form of Mebius, embedded in the chest of the giant god and representing the giant god's true self, curled up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

　Listening quietly to the shrill screams of the thousand Herrschers around him, Mebius's suppressed anger was completely released at this moment.

　Moros, thank you...

　Silently reciting the command, Mebius turned his head, his gaze piercing through the chaos and clamor, staring directly at the necromancer standing in mid-air.

　At this moment, her pink-green gradient snake eyes contained not only a hint of warmth but also more complex emotions.

　After witnessing Mebius unleash his pent-up rage, Moros sensed that his equipped artifact—the [War Shackles]—could be removed.

　Yes, it was precisely because of this extremely special treasure that the necromancer was able to successfully thwart their escape attempt in the [Dominion Theater], the absolute home ground of a thousand Herrschers.

　Once activated, the "War Shackles" means that only one side of the opposing forces can leave the battlefield alive.

　Looking back, even the Second Herrscher, the Herrscher of the Void, who wielded the power of [Space], was helpless under the constraints of [War Shackles], and ultimately had to engage in a life-or-death battle with the then-naive Morros.

　Even now, the Tenth Herrscher, the Herrscher of a Thousand, whose abilities are diverse yet lack depth, is of course unable to escape the powerful constraints of the [War Shackles].

　Getting back to the main point, when Moros keenly sensed that the shackles of war had been removed, he immediately took action and removed this extremely special treasure as quickly as possible.

　Admittedly, the practical effect of the War Shackles is extremely significant, enough to strike fear into the hearts of any enemy, but using it comes with enormous risks.

　While preventing the enemy from escaping, the [War Shackles] also ruthlessly binds the wearer, preventing them from fleeing the battlefield.

　In other words, if the battle goes against them, the wearer of the [War Shackles] is very likely to be trapped by their own actions and be directly killed by this special treasure.

　For this reason, Moros was exceptionally cautious every time he decided whether to equip the [War Shackles].

　Unless absolutely necessary, he prefers to choose a more conservative tactic rather than risk posing unpredictable dangers.

　Unfortunately, when facing a thousand Herrschers with the powerful home-field advantage of the [Dominate the Theater], Moros discovered that the only effective means to prevent them from quickly retreating and relocating when the battle turned against him was to activate the risky [War Shackles].

　Although he has reached the level of a demigod, the necromancer still maintains a clear and objective understanding of his own abilities.

　He understood that he did not possess the ability to forcibly break into the [Domination Theater], a world bubble controlled by a thousand Herrschers, and seize ownership of this world bubble.

　However, if he cannot seize control of the [Theater of Domination], with his spellcasting abilities, at most he can control a group of a thousand individual Herrschers through surprise attacks, which is far from sufficient.

　This way, all the thousand Herrschers within the [Dominion Theater] can be wiped out in one fell swoop.

　Therefore, even though he was aware of the risks of the [War Shackles], Moros had no choice but to equip this special treasure before the battle.

　After shedding the [Shackles of War], the necromancer slowly drifted toward the half-human, half-serpent giant standing in the black mud swamp, meeting the gaze of Mebius's true form.

　Noticing Moros's approach, Mebius's lips curled up slightly.

　She raised her hand, as if guiding some kind of power.

　As Mebius moved, the half-man, half-serpent giant that had been standing in the black mud began to undergo subtle changes.

　The giant's form gradually lost its original ferocity and terror. Its scales and muscles, enveloped in dark green light, gradually dissipated, turning into wisps of smoke that merged into the surrounding air.

　Finally, when all the rage and power subsided, a familiar figure appeared.

　It was none other than the green-haired, beautiful female scientist known worldwide for her wisdom and beauty—Möbius.

　She stood there, her green hair cascading down like a waterfall, her snake-like eyes gleaming with a gentle light.

　At this moment, even the black mud swamp beneath her feet seemed to become docile and no longer so frightening.

Chapter 500 Usurping and Dominating the Theater Ownership