Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　These secrets are things that even the lowest-ranking members of the Fire-Chasing Moths will never be able to glimpse in their entire lives.

　For example, the unconventional close relationship between Eden and the necromancer, and the terrifying power of the necromancer that could shake the world.

　In this situation, Philip had to consider whether this might be the only opportunity in his life to use his power to deliver a profound and unforgettable psychological blow to the necromancer.

　Then came the bullet that was fired at Eden, and the necromancer who appeared before him.

　A lone wolf attack launched by an Avenger...

　After reviewing the information carried by Philip's soul, Moros made his judgment.

　Then, he parted his lips slightly and began to chant an ancient incantation.

　Amidst the flowing, azure magical light at his fingertips, the soul of the assassin who dared to kill Eden was firmly locked within a precious magical crystal that exuded a faint chill.

　"I won't let you vanish into nothingness so easily..."

　As Moros gazed at the exquisite magic crystal that imprisoned Philip's soul, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

　"In the inextinguishable flames of the soul, you will deeply feel the most profound and piercing pain and despair in the world. This punishment will accompany you to the very end of eternity!"

　With that, the necromancer flicked his sleeve, and the exquisite magic crystal transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into his palm.

　Only then did Eden's gentle, slightly questioning voice break the silence.

　"Moros, this is..."

　Turning around, the necromancer's gaze gently fell upon Eden, the singer who was dressed in a classic black and red gown and was as beautiful and captivating as a rose blooming in the dark night.

　He sighed softly, seemingly lamenting the sudden turn of events.

　"I'm sorry to have cast such an imperfect shadow over your tour night."

　Moros's words were filled with apology and self-blame.

　He told Eden Philip's story in a concise style, explaining why he would take such an extreme action.

　Eden listened quietly to Moros's narration, a complex mix of emotions flashing in his bright eyes—sympathy, understanding, and a hint of unwavering determination.

　"Moros, thank you for protecting me in the most critical moment."

　Eden's voice was gentle and full of gratitude, like a spring breeze that could dispel all cold and gloom.

　She gracefully raised her hand, clad in a delicate silk glove, and gently, as if afraid of disturbing something, covered the back of Moros's hand.

　This simple action built a bridge between the two hearts, allowing warmth and strength to flow silently, comforting each other.

　Eden's palm released a continuous warmth, piercing through the chill in the necromancer's heart and giving him...

　Endless comfort and encouragement.

　Although Eden has undergone the transformative surgery and become a fusion warrior with extraordinary power, that power is not invincible.

　She knew all too well that the bullet fired from that heavy anti-material sniper rifle, enhanced with Honkai energy, was a threat that, even to her, was enough to penetrate her skin and truly harm her.

　Therefore, Eden's gratitude for the magical shield that stopped the bullet at the last second, and for the necromancer who protected her behind that shield, was overflowing, sincere, and profound.

　Coupled with the goodwill that Moros had previously built up, the gentleness and dependence that this elegant older sister with long wine-red hair displayed at this moment seemed particularly natural and touching.

　"Given the deep friendship between us, isn't this kind of protection and care just a matter of course...?"

　As he spoke, he opened his arms and gently embraced Eden.

　At this moment, the two figures were closely intertwined, as if the whole world had stood still.

Chapter 527 The Necromancer's Tenderness

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros naturally noticed the members of the Firemoth who had rashly entered the concert venue.

　But in his eyes, these guys who couldn't even withstand a single spell from him weren't worth his time to pay attention to.

　However, even so, Moros was not entirely unmoved.

　With an almost imperceptible gentleness, he tightened his arms around Eden, as if trying to shut out all the disturbances and noise of the outside world.

　“Moros…”

　Eden keenly noticed Morros's subtle movement.

　The singer, with her long, silky, wine-red hair, offered no resistance and made no attempt to break free.

　On the contrary, with a tacit understanding, she naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around Moros's waist, embracing the powerful necromancer tightly and gently into her arms.

　The genes of the Emperor-class Honkai Beast [Vorona] endowed Eden with perception abilities far exceeding those of normal humans.

　This extraordinary perception allowed her to easily detect the gazes that were spying on her intimate moments with Moros.

　However, Eden paid no attention to these outside prying eyes.

　In her heart, the deep affection between her and Moros was so pure and sincere that it needed no disguise or concealment.

　So she nestled even closer to Moros's chest, whispering his name again in a voice barely audible to either of them.

　Upon hearing Eden's call, the necromancer showed no sign of letting go; instead, he embraced her even tighter with unwavering resolve.

　At the same time, his deep and magnetic voice, like the gentlest breeze in the night, softly brushed past Eden's ears.

　"Eden, let me hold you like this and enjoy this moment of peace and beauty a little longer, okay?"

　Upon hearing this, a helpless yet sweet smile appeared on Eden's flawless face.

　She nodded gently, her golden eyes sparkling with doting affection and indulgence for Moros.

　"There's really nothing I can do about you."

　Despite saying this, Eden nestled even closer into the necromancer's embrace.

　They embraced quietly, letting the world around them flow by.

　As the most brilliant jewel in the art world of this era, Eden's reputation has long transcended the boundaries of art.

　Her name shines like the stars; everyone knows her brilliance and everyone praises her elegance.

　In other words, the concert venue became extremely terrifying due to a binding spell cast by a necromancer—the figures of the audience were frozen in time by magic, forming a series of shocking and unsettling scenes.

　Even the brave and fearless Moth Warriors were deeply shocked when they first witnessed this bizarre scene.

　Otherwise, their attention might have already been drawn to the two unique and eye-catching figures on the stage.

　But this sudden shock did not last long.

　With their unwavering will and rigorous daily training, the members of the Fire Moth quickly recovered from the chaos and regained their composure and judgment.

　Their gazes pierced through the audience, frozen in place by magic, and finally focused on the stage—

　At that moment, time stood still.

　On stage, Moros and Eden embraced tightly, their figures appearing exceptionally warm and resolute under the lights.

　Beside them, the middle-aged assassin's body lay quietly, silently recounting the battle that had taken place.

　For many members of the Firemoth responsible for protection, Eden was not only an idol they worshipped, but also their goddess of art.

　However, at this moment, despite the excitement and joy of seeing their idol, their attention was more drawn to the man who could embrace Eden so intimately.

　Especially when he saw that Eden's face showed no reluctance whatsoever, but instead radiated a...

　Amidst an indescribable happiness and contentment, the flames of jealousy quietly ignited in the eyes of the members of the Fire Moth.

　Although the necromancer's identity is not a top secret within the Firemoth organization, the intricate network of relationships between him, Alicia, and Eden is a secret that most members cannot see.

　The fact that these members of the Fire Moth team would become security personnel at concerts speaks volumes about their status.

　Unaware of Morros's identity, all the members of the Firemoth present, regardless of gender, cast complex and profound glances at this man who had won Eden's favor.

　Each of them is a highly selected and exceptionally intelligent elite.

　After all, to be able to join the ranks of the Moths of Fire—the dominant organization in this new era of human society—one's intelligence and capabilities should not be underestimated.

　They can't be unaware of how abnormal the current situation is.

　However, the passion of a fan can often temporarily cloud the light of reason.

　At this moment, only one thought echoed in their minds—

　Their idol, the dazzling, unattainable goddess on stage, was being gently embraced by a stranger.

　The shock and resentment surged like a tidal wave, almost breaching the dam of their reason.

　However, just as this emotion was about to erupt, an invisible magical fluctuation quietly descended.

　The next moment, these members of the Fire-Chasing Moth were horrified to discover that they had lost control of their bodies.

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros's senses had become exceptionally sharp after experiencing four leaps in his life level.

　Even though most of his mind was deeply immersed in his intimate moments with Eden, those gazes mixed with jealousy and resentment could not escape his notice.

　To ensure that his peaceful time with Eden would not be disturbed by the owners of these gazes, the necromancer changed his mind and used a super-magical technique called [Instant Spell Casting] to unleash a powerful [Mind Control] spell in an instant.

　With a [Curse Power] attribute of up to 73 points, this dark magic effortlessly enveloped the members of the Firemoth who had broken into the concert venue, forcing them to join the ranks of the audience who were also bound by the spell.

　In a sense, these members of the Fire-Chasing Moths are still lucky.

　If Eden's gentle presence hadn't been by Moros's side, how could he have shown such tolerance in the face of such blatant malicious spying?

　Don't forget, Moros is a very orthodox graveyard faction spellcaster.

　If this were the world of Toril, his faction would be the quintessential chaotic evil.

　He has always acted ruthlessly and decisively, showing no mercy.

　Anyone who dares to touch what he cherishes will inevitably suffer the severe price of at least death.

　But there is no if in reality.

　Out of consideration for Eden's feelings, Moros showed rare leniency, allowing the Firemoth members who were jealous of his relationship with Eden to continue living.

　Temporary.

Chapter 528 and Eden

　After a long while, Moros slowly released his embrace, allowing Eden, dressed in a black and red fitted dress and with a graceful figure, to elegantly exit his arms.

　An indescribable, gentle atmosphere filled the air.

　Even time seemed to slow down at this moment, savoring this rare moment of harmony and tranquility.

　Only then did Eden finally have the opportunity to express his concerns to the necromancer.

　"Moros, these innocent spectators, and the Firemoth's companions..."

　Eden could not shake the feelings of those spectators imprisoned by the necromancer's magic, as well as the members of the Firemoth who were also trapped.

　Upon hearing Eden's concerns, Morros responded with an indifferent attitude.

　"Don't worry, Eden, I've only put them into a state where they won't disturb us for the time being. The spell's bindings will automatically dissipate in about two hours, and they will naturally return to normal."

　As he spoke, his gaze gently fell upon Eden's bright golden eyes, as if he could see into every subtle fluctuation in the depths of her heart.

　At this moment, some deep-seated thoughts quietly flowed between the two.

　"anyway……"

　Moros's voice held a hint of seriousness.

　"Should I alter their memories to prevent future turmoil caused by today's events?"

　In response to Moros's question, Eden's face broke into a warm and firm smile.

　“No need, Moros. I believe that our story needs no concealment or hiding; it should shine as brightly as the stars in the night sky.”

　Upon hearing this, Moros's smile deepened.

　Seemingly understanding the trust and perseverance in Eden's eyes, he offered a more considerate suggestion.

　“If you are still uneasy, I can remove the spells from them right now.”

　However, doing so may lead to unnecessary trouble.

　Although the second half

　He didn't say it aloud, but Moros believed that with Eden's intelligence and keen insight, he would naturally understand the meaning behind his words.

　Just as Morros had predicted, Eden understood his meaning within a few breaths.

　Even so, she still stuck to her own ideas.

　“Moros, I understand your concerns. But I think…”