Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"A bureaucrat said in a deep voice."

　"Form an investigation team to investigate the entire process, starting with the lowest-level black market personnel! I want to know exactly what happened, how those mechanical prosthetics and that Honkai energy-enhanced heavy anti-material sniper rifle ended up in Philip's hands."

　Now that things have come to this point, these bureaucrats, who have long been adept at navigating the political arena, immediately made their statements.

　They rushed to Keane and Margaret, vowing to thoroughly investigate the matter.

　However, behind these confident vows lie their own complex calculations and games of strategy.

　Because if such a thorough investigation is carried out with such determination, it will be a storm that affects the whole situation.

　The black market within the necromancer's territory is, in essence, just a breeding ground for local officials to reap profits.

　Only they themselves probably know exactly how many important figures and departments are involved.

　If the investigation were truly carried out as seriously as this bureaucrat claims, many seats in this meeting room would likely be empty.

　Therefore, after this meeting, a silent contest quietly began.

　In this game, who will be the discarded pawn, who will be slandered, who will be crowned in the name of justice, and who will bear the blame for their mistakes? All will gradually become clear as the game deepens.

　Ultimately, the victors will carry on with honor and wealth, while the losers will become sacrifices to appease the necromancer's wrath.

　Of course, these bureaucrats were fully aware of Moros's unpredictable magical powers, and they would never dare to fabricate charges against him.

　Those who will ultimately be held accountable for this incident will inevitably be individuals or groups who did indeed have oversights in the oversight process.

　For Keane and Margaret's meticulous preparations

　After carefully reviewing the final investigation report and the detailed list of bureaucrats responsible for the Kuala Lumpur attacks, Morales accepted the outcome.

　Although he was aware of the subtle manipulations and shady dealings involved in some of the processes, the fact that he had recently succeeded in overthrowing Eden made him feel exceptionally pleased.

　Therefore, he was willing to generously give his bureaucrats a chance to reform themselves.

　However, this tolerance and compassion did not extend to the bureaucrats who were unfortunately recorded on the list.

　Under the necromancer's will, the undead legions scattered throughout his territory responded swiftly, launching an operation with astonishing efficiency that far exceeded the imagination of living forces.

　In just half an hour, all the bureaucrats mentioned on the list were arrested and brought to justice without exception.

　As the last suspect was escorted to Canberra’s city centre square, an unprecedented trial began.

　With unquestionable authority, the necromancer summoned all the high-ranking officials in his territory and gathered them in the city center square of Canberra.

　He wanted these bureaucrats to witness firsthand how he extracted the souls of these unfortunate men and unearthed hidden secrets from the depths of their souls.

　Just as Moros had foreseen, those high-ranking bureaucrats, accustomed to power struggles and scheming, witnessed firsthand the souls of their former colleagues being abruptly ripped from their bodies under the control of necromancy.

　Then, they were tightly bound by the raging fire of their souls, emitting heart-wrenching cries and struggles. Finally, under the coercion of this supernatural force, when they were forced to reveal their long-hidden secrets, their hearts were filled with a strong sense of shock and fear.

　Such a scene was a profound baptism that touched the soul for every dignitary present.

　They realized once again that there was an insurmountable gap and difference between the extraordinary being to whom they served and the ordinary people in power.

　Getting back to the point, as the trial progressed, each bureaucrat escorted to the judgment seat by the undead soldiers seemed to undergo a soul-searching experience. All pretense and masks were completely stripped away in full view of everyone, leaving them naked in broad daylight, enduring the sharp and scrutinizing gazes of the crowd.

　Under the spells cast by necromancers, whether it is the corruption lurking in the shadows, the intricate power struggles, or the secret collusion with the black market, all are exposed like shadows under the sun, with nowhere to hide.

　Those who once appeared glamorous and imposing in the public eye now seem so fragile and easily shattered.

　Standing atop the back of the ghostly dragon soaring through the sky, Moros coldly observed everything.

　To be honest, he didn't pay much attention to the filth and corruption of his bureaucrats.

　In the game of power, who can guarantee that their hands are completely clean?

　The necromancer did this entirely to teach his bureaucrats a lesson.

　He wanted them to understand that anything involving Eden—the necromancer's lover—must be done with the highest standards and the most rigorous attitude.

　When the last bureaucrat involved in the case was brought to trial under the escort of the undead forces and given the punishment he deserved, Moros took out a precious magic crystal that emitted a faint glow from his storage ring.

　He had specially treated this exquisite magic crystal, which could almost eternally preserve the vitality and suffering of the imprisoned soul within.

　Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Moros, with an almost ritualistic solemnity, guided the resentful and regretful souls of the executed nobles one by one into this special, exquisite magic crystal.

　Then, he deftly embedded the crystal, which was filled with the souls of the powerful and wealthy, into a magical artifact that he had personally crafted.

　This magical artifact was designed and created by necromancers specifically to torment the souls of their enemies. It is inscribed with ancient and evil runes, each containing a power powerful enough to make even the bravest warrior tremble.

　"This is the price you have to pay for neglecting Eden's safety and causing her such distress."

　With that, Moros activated the magical artifact.

　Instantly, an indescribable wail and fear surged forth from the magical artifact as if it were a tangible force, permeating the entire space and causing everyone present to feel a tremor and despair that came from the depths of their souls.

　"Enjoy this moment, I don't want anything like this to happen again."

　With that last sentence, Moros and the Ghost Dragon vanished into the light of the teleportation spell.

Chapter 531 Forgiveness and the Moth's Stance

　As soon as Moros stepped out of the portal, he saw a golden figure approaching him.

　"Eden?"

　He blinked and cast a questioning look at the radiant singer before him.

　"Moros, can you forgive those people?"

　Eden's words were gentle yet firm, carrying a subtle plea that stirred ripples in Moros's heart.

　The images transmitted back through the [Vengeful Spirit Jar], this

　The [Golden] Inscription witnessed firsthand how the necromancer challenged the bureaucratic system under her command on her behalf.

　On one hand, Eden's heart was deeply touched by Moros's meticulous care and profound attention. Joy, like a gentle rain under the warm spring sun, silently nourished her heart, making her feel an unprecedented warmth and happiness.

　On the other hand, Eden's inner kindness made her fall into deep thought when faced with all of this.

　Forgiveness, a seemingly simple yet profoundly heavy word, kept echoing in her heart.

　Eden knows Moros all too well.

　She knew very well that if she didn't ask, the necromancer's wrath would likely continue to spread, causing more innocent lives to perish under his staff.

　In order to stop all of this from happening, Eden felt that he should do something.

　When Eden made this request to Moros, he was slightly taken aback at first.

　Then, without hesitation, the necromancer stretched out his arms and embraced Eden—the older sister with long, flowing, wine-red hair—tightly.

　Inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from Eden's hair, and sensing her unique aura, Moros spoke slowly.

　"Since you've made this request, Eden, how could I bear to refuse you?"

　Listening to the familiar and reassuring voice in her ear, a bright yet gentle smile appeared on Eden's flawless and beautiful face.

　She gently rested her head on Moros's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

　Each beat seemed to tell of his deep affection and commitment to her.

　“Moros…”

　Seemingly sensing the trust and affection Eden expressed in her whispers, Moros embraced the beauty in his arms even tighter.

　"However, those who chase the flame must provide a convincing explanation for this!"

　The necromancer's words revealed an undeniable resolve.

　From any perspective, Philip—the assassin who attempted to assassinate Eden—has an inextricable connection to the Moth of Fire.

　Moreover, Eden's dazzling concert was also the result of Moth Chasing the Flame's meticulous planning and arrangements.

　Given what has happened, both morally and logically, those who are drawn to the flame need to provide a clear, explicit, and convincing explanation and account.

　Otherwise, even if Eden himself intervened, he would not be able to quell Moros's anger and dissatisfaction.

　He will unleash a torrent of revenge in the manner of a necromancer until the Moth of Fire gives the response it deserves.

　"Ah."

　Eden nodded slightly, expressing his agreement and support for Moros's determination.

　Ultimately, as the direct victim of the assassination attempt, how could she possibly be completely indifferent?

　Since the necromancer had promised her that he would not implicate the innocent, Eden was happy to see him get the justice he deserved.

　Upon receiving the explicit instruction to pledge allegiance to his lord, Councilor William, as the direct executor of the necromancer's will within the Firemoth, swiftly took action and arranged a meeting with Dr. May.

　Although Dr. Mei, realizing that human civilization is gradually sliding towards the brink of destruction after the end of the Tenth Great Collapse, is working day and night on the research of a new type of super-mutant factor [META-MORPH].

　However, she still attached great importance to the meeting with Congressman William.

　Unfortunately, in the formal meeting invitation issued by Congressman William, it was clearly stated that the meeting was arranged at the request of the necromancer himself.

　Given Moros's terrifying power, enough to overturn the entire human civilization, May had no choice but to temporarily set aside her current research and turn to this meeting that could change her fate, and even the fate of all mankind.

　However, as Dr. May and Congressman William stepped through the heavy, solemn conference room door, etched with images of moths drawn to a flame, an unexpected scene unfolded.

　Instead of taking his seat as is customary, Congressman William nodded slightly to Dr. May and Kevin, who followed him, in a very serious manner.

　Immediately, the veteran Moth of Fire councilor turned and left the meeting room without hesitation, leaving behind a room full of astonishment and confusion.

　"Mei, this is..."

　Kevin's words were tinged with obvious confusion.

　Just as he was trying to organize his thoughts and ask further questions, the space inside the meeting room was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force.

　A portal shimmering with a ghostly blue magical light opened in the center of the conference room.

　A necromancer dressed in the [Death Embrace] suit emerged from the portal.

　"Dr. Mei, Mr. Kevin, it's been a long time."

　After exchanging greetings, Moros gracefully and calmly pulled out a high-backed chair in front of the conference table.

　This wasn't the first time Dr. May and Kevin had encountered a necromancer.

　Therefore, the moment Moros appeared, they immediately recognized this terrifying being who ruled over a vast territory and controlled the life and death of all beings.

　Then, an ominous feeling arose in Dr. Mei's heart.

　A premonition.

　She keenly realized that today's meeting might be the prelude to a storm for her and the Moth of Fire organization she represented.

　Recalling the vague hints from MP William and recalling the dramatic assassination attempt at the Kuala Lumpur concert, Dr. May quickly connected these seemingly unrelated clues, forming a clear picture.

　What was bound to happen has finally happened...

　She silently recited the mantra, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart, allowing reason and calmness to regain their advantage.

　She understood that in the face of such a situation, only by remaining calm could she make the right judgment.

　"Mr. Moros, what brings you here today?"

　When faced with Dr. Mei's question, the necromancer had no intention of beating around the bush.

　He stated his purpose directly.

　He wanted a clear explanation and account of Philip's assassination from the Moth organization.

　Although Dr. May had some idea of ​​what Moros was up to, she still felt a heavy weight when faced with this direct and resolute pressure.

　Dr. Mei understood necromancers; she knew very well that if his demands were not met, the necromancer would definitely resort to some rather extreme means to get what he wanted.

　This is an unbearable burden for human civilization, which is already on the verge of collapse.

　Therefore, after a brief silence, Dr. Mei made a resolute decision.

　“Mr. Morros, on behalf of the Moth of Fire, I acknowledge that we bear undeniable responsibility in this incident. We are willing to bear the consequences and pay the necessary price.”

Chapter 532 A Satisfactory Answer for the Necromancer

　Having received a satisfactory reply, Moros did not linger.

　With a flick of his finger, a dark blue portal instantly appeared in the center of the Firemoth headquarters conference room.

　Without hesitation, the powerful necropolis spellcaster stepped inside, his figure gradually disappearing into the teleportation portal to Canberra.

　With Morros' departure, the tense atmosphere in the conference room finally eased a little.

　Kevin stared at the spot where the portal had disappeared, his brow furrowed, and turned to Dr. May with concern, asking softly.

　“May, have you really decided to express our apologies to Eden for the assassin’s actions? This seems too heavy and too unfair to you.”