Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Admittedly, the extent of this aid is very limited.

　The necromancer simply indicated that he was willing to lend a helping hand and provide some assistance.

　As for the specific scale and depth of actual assistance, it needs to be comprehensively measured and determined through in-depth exchanges and detailed consultations between the two parties, and based on a series of more complex and refined considerations and potential costs.

　Just as Moros was sparing no effort in laying down [territory-level] positions across the globe

　During the Soul Collection Array event, far away on the outskirts of Bucharest, in a vampire mansion hidden among dense woods and ancient legends, the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

　Necromancers and fire-chasing moths collaborating, or nobles who dominate traditional powers compromising with Dr. May, can hardly remain hidden beneath the surface for long.

　Thanks to the sophisticated and efficient intelligence network they had previously established, the vampire clan, led by Beatrice, was able to promptly detect this series of shocking news.

　"This...the situation has deteriorated to this point? How should we respond?"

　An elderly vampire nobleman, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes brimming with unease and worry.

　His voice echoed in the spacious and solemn conference hall, trembling slightly.

　"How could a necromancer side with the Firemoth? That's impossible!"

　Another vampire nobleman, dressed in an elaborate and gorgeous robe and with a cold and aloof expression, slowly uttered these words.

　His words revealed an undisguised sense of loss and anger.

　But hidden deep beneath these complex emotions is a deep-seated sense of bewilderment and fear that cannot be easily revealed.

　"Is the fate of my people truly destined to slide into that abyss of no return because of this?"

　Another vampire duchess gently stroked the gemstone necklace around her neck, which emitted a faint blue light, with her slender fingers.

　Tears welled in her eyes, her lament filled with endless sorrow and resentment.

　Inside the hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost frozen. The group of vampire nobles stood or sat, their expressions varied, but each of them revealed a deep worry and fear about the unknown future.

　This pessimism is not unfounded, but rather based on their thorough understanding of reality.

　All the vampire elites, including Beatrice, are keenly aware of the core strength that has enabled them to survive to this day, as non-human beings who feed on human blood.

　It is not the intricate entanglements between them and the powerful classes of human society in the past, nor the brief and illusory prosperity brought about by transforming humans into their own kind, nor those seemingly glamorous but actually limited magical abilities.

　What truly allows the vampire race to breathe on the edge of darkness is the indispensable protection of necromancers.

　This protection illuminated the path to survival for vampires, allowing them to retain a glimmer of hope for survival even amidst the encirclement and suppression by human society.

　However, with the alliance between the necromancer and the fire-chasing moth, how long this protection will last and to what extent it can provide shelter for the vampire race has become a huge unknown.

　Witnessing the vampire elites' spirits plummet to rock bottom, Beatrice resolutely stepped forward.

　As the leader of her community, while enjoying the glory and power that come with leadership, she also needs to shoulder the responsibilities of a leader.

　"Everyone, listen to me."

　Seeing that all the vampire nobles' attention was focused on her, Beatrice continued her speech.

　"The vampire clan is facing unprecedented challenges. We are at a crossroads of destiny, and every choice is extremely important."

　She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with determination and resilience.

　"But please remember that despair is not an option for us. The current predicament, though seemingly full of difficulties, is actually an excellent opportunity to temper our will and demonstrate our wisdom."

　After a brief and powerful morale-boosting speech, Beatrice cut to the chase and presented her strategy.

　"We urgently need to send a wise and courageous envoy to Canberra to find out the necromancer's true thoughts."

　After speaking, her gaze swept among the crowd, finally settling on a stunning vampire in a low-cut evening gown.

　“Your Majesty, I am willing to undertake this mission and travel to Canberra.”

　Feeling Beatrice's unquestionable gaze, and knowing that she actually had no choice, the female vampire forced a bright smile and responded with feigned joy.

　“Very good, Catherine, your courage and wisdom are exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

　He nodded slightly, indicating his approval of the female vampire's "self-recommendation".

　After selecting the messenger, Beatrice's voice became even more solemn and powerful.

　"Besides managing our relationship with necromancers with greater caution and wisdom, our vampire clan also needs to delve deeper into its own potential to meet the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead..."

　The ninth and tenth major collapses were undoubtedly an unprecedented catastrophe for human civilization, resulting in the annihilation of countless lives and threatening the very flame of civilization.

　However, for the vampire race, these two disasters were like the other side of a double-edged sword, bringing unprecedented opportunities for development.

　With the collapse of the United Nations, those bureaucrats who had been appointed by it to infiltrate the vampire's sphere of influence in an attempt to check and balance it instantly lost their former authority and direction, falling into deep confusion and helplessness.

　This unexpected turn of events inadvertently opened a window for vampires, allowing them to court these...

　The difficulty for bureaucrats has been greatly reduced.

　Through the vampires' meticulous planning, many bureaucrats gradually became their allies, or even protectors.

　With the cover and assistance of these bureaucrats, the vampire clan was able to gradually grow its power.

Chapter 517 The Vampire's Messenger

　"Your Majesty, the vampire's messengers have arrived in Canberra. Would you be so kind as to grant them the honor of an audience?"

　On the other end of the [Communication Badge], Keane's voice was full of respect and humility.

　"Well, in that case, let's arrange a formal meeting with them."

　Setting down the magical materials in his hand, Moros casually gave his answer with a nonchalant expression.

　After collaborating with Dr. May to establish [territory-level soul-collecting arrays] globally, the core value of the vampire race in the eyes of necromancers lies in its effective restraint on the development of human society.

　Considering that the bells of the Honkai Judgment have already rung ten times, the path for the survival of human civilization is becoming increasingly narrow and difficult.

　In this situation, the actual effectiveness and value of the restraining power that the vampire clan can provide inevitably suffers a significant reduction.

　However, out of curiosity about the vampires' true purpose for their trip, and a subtle longing for a change of pace after being immersed in repetitive work for so long, Moros decided to meet these messengers and add an unusual touch to his daily routine.

　It should be noted that laying out a [territory-level soul collection array] that can cover the entire surface of a terrestrial planet is an extremely complicated task, even for a demigod-level necromancer, requiring countless hours and efforts.

　However, considering the enormous benefits these Territory-level Soul Gathering Arrays could ultimately bring him, Moros was still willing to endure the impatience that arose from repeatedly setting up these arrays.

　After receiving the order personally from the necromancer, the bureaucratic system led by the two high-ranking vampires, Keane and Margaret, sprang into action quickly and efficiently, like a top that had been whipped.

　Within just two hours, a high-level formal meeting was arranged perfectly.

　Upon entering the solemn audience room, Moros slowly took his seat in the main seat.

　Then, with an unperturbed expression, he quietly scrutinized the two vampire clan envoys waiting below.

　One of them wore a tight-fitting black evening gown that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure. She was extremely beautiful, and every subtle movement exuded an irresistible charm.

　She was none other than Lady Catherine, the envoy carefully chosen by Beatrice, whose charm was enough to captivate anyone.

　Standing beside her was a young man with short, jet-black hair and an exceptionally handsome face.

　His eyes revealed a kind of untamed and wildness, as if they contained endless power and determination, ready to break through all constraints and limitations at any time.

　"Lady Catherine of the vampires has come to pay her respects to His Majesty Moros!"

　Duchess Catherine's voice was gentle and lingering, like a spring breeze, yet it contained an indescribable allure that stirred the heart.

　Immediately afterwards, the young vampire spoke respectfully with impeccable manners.

　"Viscount Pierre of the vampire clan also pays his highest respects to His Majesty Morros."

　This deputy envoy of the vampire clan was well aware that within the clan, he could freely display his unruly and wild personality thanks to his family's illustrious background.

　But when facing a necromancer, one's background is meaningless.

　If he didn't want to become a speck of dust easily obliterated by a necromancer's fingertips, thus dragging down his family, he had to demonstrate impeccable manners and attitude.

　In fact, these are also essential qualities for the sons of powerful and wealthy families who are truly capable of shouldering great responsibilities.

　Those spoiled brats who lack understanding of the situation and rely solely on their family background to act arrogantly and domineeringly are destined to be unable to participate in such a major political event that concerns the rise and fall of the clan and has far-reaching implications.

　What is the purpose of your trip?

　Moros asked his question directly.

　His power and status have freed him from the constraints of tedious etiquette and rules.

　In the era before the arrival of the Herrscher of the End, the necromancer was the absolute authority; his will was the law, and he was omnipotent and could do whatever he pleased.

　"We, the vampire clan, sincerely hope to deepen our friendship and cooperation with His Majesty Moros..."

　As soon as Duchess Catherine began to speak, she keenly caught the fleeting impatience in Moros's eyes.

　She made a decisive decision, no longer getting bogged down in lengthy preambles and pleasantries, and went straight to the point, striving to convey the most crucial information within the limited time.

　"Oh? You want to deepen your relationship with me? That's certainly an interesting suggestion..."

　Upon hearing this, Moros's lips curled into a playful smile, and his deep eyes flashed with scrutiny.

　"Then tell me, what benefits, or what kind of... can your vampire clan bring me?"

　A power yet to be mastered?

　Knowing that the mission had reached a critical juncture, Duchess Catherine did not hesitate to reveal her trump card.

　"We can take the initiative to restrain the progress of human civilization, ensure the smooth implementation of your strategic intentions, and lay a solid foundation for your grand blueprint..."

　Seeing that the necromancer remained unmoved, Duchess Catherine continued to escalate the situation.

　"Furthermore, our vampire clan possesses extensive information channels and deep resource accumulation, enabling us to provide you with comprehensive and accurate intelligence support, as well as a large amount of material resources that you need. This will be a powerful supplement and expansion to your strength."

　However, Lady Catherine did not stop there; she knew that in some situations, non-material temptations were equally important.

　So she gently adjusted her posture, a blush appeared on her pretty face, and her body unconsciously exuded an indescribable attraction.

　She licked her alluring red lips and spoke in a tone that was both gentle and seductive.

　"Moreover, as a representative of the vampire clan, I, Duchess Catherine, am willing to offer you everything I have, including my loyalty, my wisdom, and all my tenderness and passion, without reservation."

　Will intelligence networks and resources be contributed...?

　After a moment of contemplation, a resolute glint flashed in Moros's eyes.

　"I can agree to your conditions, but I need..."

　The necromancer continued, reciting a detailed list of resources.

　"As for you, Duchess Catherine, it is not that I do not need any non-material support."

　With Velvi, Alicia, Mebius, and Eden by his side, Moros wouldn't even look at an ordinary female vampire.

　"Yes, thank you for your understanding and generosity. We vampires will do our utmost to ensure that every promise we make exceeds your expectations."

　Despite the subtle rejection of her feminine charm, Duchess Catherine demonstrated exceptional professionalism and a strong sense of community, and her stance remained unwavering.

　This is the helplessness and sorrow of the weak.

　With a sigh in her heart, Catherine knew that when facing powerful figures, she and her people had to be extremely careful with every step they took, leaving no room for error.

　Because in this cruel world, the weak often don't have the luxury of making mistakes.

Chapter 518 The Collapse Disaster Under the Shadow of the Necromancer

　After the deal with the necromancer was successfully completed, the two vampire envoys keenly caught a fleeting hint of impatience in Moros's eyes.

　Then, with near-perfect tacit understanding, they withdrew from the audience room in a timely and dignified manner, bringing the meeting to a satisfactory and dignified close.

　Back in the room that Canberra had prepared for them, Viscount Pierre's face beamed with genuine joy and high regard for Duchess Catherine.

　"Catherine, you did a great job today!"

　Upon hearing this, Duchess Catherine quickly and respectfully lowered her head and replied.

　“Your Excellency, this is my duty and obligation as a member of the clan.”

　Nodding slightly, Viscount Pierre continued.

　"Despite some minor setbacks along the way, you have lived up to expectations and successfully completed the important task entrusted to you by His Majesty. I will report this achievement to His Majesty in detail, especially your outstanding talent at the critical moment. I believe His Majesty will reward you accordingly."

　This is the core mission that Viscount Pierre, as deputy envoy, shoulders.

　He had to remain vigilant at all times, closely monitoring every detail of Duchess Catherine's dealings with the necromancer, to ensure that she steadfastly adhered to the established principles and never crossed any boundaries that might harm the interests of the community.

　Most importantly, he must keep a close watch on Duchess Catherine to prevent her from betraying the tribe for personal gain and from making any agreements with the necromancer that would endanger the tribe's safety or interests.

　"Viscount Catherine will always remember your guidance and teachings."

　In the hierarchical society of vampires, Viscount Pierre's status is far higher than that of Duchess Catherine.

　The promise he made today is undoubtedly an extremely precious gift to Lady Catherine.