Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　With the extraordinary intelligence gained from four leaps in life level, the necromancer quickly noticed the strangeness in the Herrscher of Binding's actions.

　If it were a normal Herrscher, after arriving on this blue planet, it would definitely go to the nearest human civilization to complete its mission of eliminating human civilization.

　However, this time, the apostles of the gods who appeared with the arrival of the eleventh Great Collapse were different.

　After activating the [Divine Grace Barrier], she headed straight in a certain direction with a clear objective.

　Indeed, during the journey, this Herrscher, who wields the power of [Constraint], is constantly expanding the coverage of the [Divine Grace Barrier] in order to eliminate all human settlements it touches.

　However, as long as nothing obstructs her path, even if she is only a few hundred meters away from the [Divine Grace Barrier], this apostle of God will ignore any human settlements.

　This is undoubtedly extremely abnormal!

　Realizing that something was wrong with the Eleventh Herrscher, Moros involuntarily frowned.

　The fact that the Lawbearer of Constraints behaves in a way that defies common sense undoubtedly reveals a more complex secret hidden behind her.

　Considering her identity as a Herrscher, the existence that this secret points to is actually quite obvious—

　The source of the Honkai Judgment on this planet is the final cocoon high above the bright moon!

　"Do we really have to go this far..."

　Startled by his own speculation, Moros couldn't help but murmur aloud.

　"Moros, what's wrong? What's going on that's so serious?"

　Blinking, Alicia looked at the necromancer who was strolling with her through the headquarters of the Firemoth with a puzzled expression.

　I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

　Then, he slowly turned to Alicia, his eyes flashing with a complex and unreadable light.

　“Aili, I… I’m afraid what we’re about to face is more than just a battle against the Herrscher of Binding.”

　The necromancer's voice was deep and solemn.

　The underlying meaning behind this seriousness instantly froze the smile on Miss Pink Fairy's face.

　Alicia was aware of Morros's terrifying strength.

　In her view, facing an ordinary Herrscher, he simply did not have the option of defeat, let alone the seriousness he was showing now.

　Well, although this Herrscher might be a little bit powerful.

　But it shouldn't be enough to make a necromancer so worried.

　After all, his confident and self-assured demeanor before didn't seem like he was just putting on an act.

　"Moros, what happened?"

　Alicia pressed for an answer again.

　Her bright, azure eyes were filled with worry and confusion.

　Meeting the pink fairy's sincere and concerned gaze, Moros's heart trembled involuntarily.

　That was the result of being deeply touched by her pure emotions.

　He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose to remain silent, revealing not a single word of his heavy speculation to Alicia.

　The necromancer was well aware of the power of the Cocoon of the End; it was something that a mere Herrscher of Origin could not possibly shake.

　Benzheng Shi

　In the world, the reason why Alicia was able to change the fate of the next generation of Herrschers at the cost of her own sacrifice was entirely because the Cocoon of the End never cared.

　If the Cocoon of the End is willing, it can easily erase all of Alicia's efforts and drag the next generation of Herrschers back to the inhuman state of the present generation.

　Under these circumstances, how could Moros possibly reveal the truth to Alicia?

Chapter 549 The Changed Itinerary and the Price Behind It

　His gaze gently swept over Alicia's flawless and beautiful face. Moros made up his mind that no matter what, he would protect this sincere and pure love and not let the shadow of the Cocoon of the End fall on her world.

　"It's nothing, Ellie, it's just that some complicated and troubling thoughts suddenly popped into my head."

　The necromancer smiled and shook his head, trying to make his tone sound as light as possible.

　"I'll handle the fighting; you don't need to worry."

　Although her heart was filled with doubts, Alicia could read the persistence and determination in Moros's affectionate gaze.

　Trusting him, Miss Pink Fairy nodded slightly and decided not to ask any more questions.

　She knew that everyone has their own secrets and decisions, and all she could do was offer him the greatest support and understanding.

　"Alright, Moros, I believe you."

　Alicia's voice was soft yet firm, like the gentlest breeze in spring, caressing the heart.

　She reached out and gently covered his cheek. Her warm and soft palm seemed to possess some kind of magical power, capable of dispelling all the sorrow and darkness in the world and reaching the softest part of his heart.

　At this moment, their eyes met, and everything around them seemed to lose its color and sound, leaving only their heartbeats echoing in the quiet air.

　After bidding farewell to Alicia, Moros did not linger at the headquarters of the Firemoth.

　Having obtained all the information he desperately needed about the Eleventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Binding, the necromancer did not hesitate to open a demiplane portal and return directly to his majestic Level 5 Magic Guild in the demiplane.

　Now that he has vaguely sensed the chilling shadow of the Cocoon of the End hidden behind the Apostle of God who descended upon the world with the Eleventh Great Collapse, how stubborn must Moros be to charge headlong into it in his current state?

　Facing an ordinary Herrscher, with his powerful demigod-level strength, he could probably handle the situation with ease simply by wearing the [Death Embrace Set], which perfectly suits the necromancer class.

　However, when facing a Herrscher backed by the terrifying entity of the Cocoon of the End, such preparations before battle are undoubtedly an extreme disregard for one's own life and an act of irresponsibility.

　This certainly doesn't mean that Moros will back down.

　With his profound wisdom gained from four leaps in life level, as well as the memories he accumulated as a captain in his previous life, combined with his keen insight into the movements of the Herrscher of Binding, he could easily deduce that the eleventh Herrscher's unusual behavior was most likely aimed at him.

　In this situation, unless he is willing to give up everything on this blue planet and retreat to his own demiplane for refuge, he will be in danger.

　Otherwise, he would inevitably have to confront the apostle of God who possesses the power of the Cocoon of the End sooner or later.

　Therefore, he would never run away.

　The necromancer's return to the demiplane was purely for the purpose of making the most thorough pre-battle preparations.

　He needed to bring along those carefully crafted potions, assemble his undead army, and purchase enough war machines—Charon-class light corvettes—from the blacksmith shop to build a fleet.

　Moros was well aware that his impromptu change would cause many problems for the Fire-Chasing Moth.

　But he didn't care.

　In his mind, the mere moth chasing the flame, and even the entirety of human civilization, were utterly insignificant compared to his own safety.

　Of course, out of respect for the contract and the importance of his own reputation, before leaving the Firemoth headquarters and returning to the demiplane, Moros still informed Dr. May of his actions through communication magic.

　The necromancer didn't want to be mistaken for being afraid of the divine apostle who wielded the power of "restraint."

　While the opinions of the ants among the moths chasing the flame are irrelevant to him, the feelings of Alicia and Eden are something he must seriously consider.

　Upon receiving the report from the necromancer, Dr. Mei's reaction was somewhat complicated.

　Her brows furrowed unconsciously, and her eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and deep helplessness.

　"That Moros really does whatever he wants."

　Dr. Mei muttered to herself, her words laced with undisguised reproach.

　She was well aware of Morros's special status on this planet and understood the terrifying power he possessed.

　However, his last-minute change of plans did indeed cause great trouble and challenges to the deployment of the Fire Moth.

　坐在

　In her spacious and well-lit office, Dr. Mei tapped her delicate, fair fingers lightly on the desk, creating a contemplative rhythm.

　Her brain was racing, searching for the best solution to this unexpected situation.

　Dr. May understood that since Morros had already made his decision, any further attempts to dissuade him would be futile.

　Moreover, given Moros's character and abilities, since he has already chosen to inform her and decide to confront the apostle of God head-on, there are some things she can only accept and acquiesce to.

　Even if such a decision could mean the loss of hundreds of thousands of innocent lives.

　Indeed, along the unstoppable trajectory of the Eleventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Binding, several towns of human civilization stood silently.

　Originally, according to the plan, as long as the necromancer went to confront this apostle of God as planned, these towns would be spared from disaster.

　But now, with the sudden change in the necromancer's actions, these towns are instantly shrouded in the shadow of destruction.

　Although the Herrscher of Binding, with the [Divine Grace Barrier] activated, did not move very fast, that was relative to the long distance of 8200 kilometers from the vast plains of Western Europe to the distant Southeast Asia.

　For towns about to face the [Divine Grace Barrier], the time they have to escape is so precious and limited.

　Even a powerful organization like the Firemoth, which has completely dominated human society on this planet, is powerless to evacuate the entire population of these towns in a short period of time.

　"Ugh……"

　With a sigh, Dr. Mei picked up the communicator and began issuing a series of orders to adjust the deployment.

　Since a complete evacuation is impossible, we can only do our best to evacuate those groups who are of greater value to human civilization.

　As orders were issued from the Moth of Fire headquarters on Tasmania, the entire human society was mobilized in an emergency.

　All available resources, including advanced aircraft, massive transport ships, and emergency shelters, were rapidly mobilized to race against time to maximize evacuation efficiency and create a path to survival for as many people as possible before disaster strikes.

　However, even so, when that dazzling barrier covered the sky above those towns, hundreds of thousands of helpless residents were still unable to escape in time and were trapped in this land of despair.

　It is obvious that under the power of the [Divine Grace Barrier], their future is already bleak.

　Death became their inescapable final destination.

Chapter 550 I Will Assemble the Troops

　Legions of the undead differ from armies of the living in that their logistical needs are far lower.

　Furthermore, the undead troops' absolute obedience to the necromancer's orders resulted in unparalleled combat efficiency.

　Therefore, even though the number of troops assembled by the necromancers was unprecedented, it only took them a short day to complete the assembly.

　In fact, this speed could have been further improved if the Charon-class corvettes had been equipped with only three elevators located in the ventral deployment bay as boarding ramps.

　At this moment, Moros stood on the bridge of a Charon-class light frigate that had been transformed into a [Undead Engine]. Through the surveillance network that covered the inside and outside of the ship, he witnessed firsthand how hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers boarded the massive fleet composed of one hundred and twenty Charon-class light frigates in an orderly manner.

　Although the original design standards of the Charon-class corvettes were far from sufficient to meet the transportation needs of such a large undead force, the undead are not living beings after all. They do not need cumbersome life support systems, nor do they crave the existence of private spaces.

　If we were talking about living beings, even a magnificent fleet composed of 120 Charon-class light frigates could only transport a few tens of thousands of people at a time.

　There's no other way; for living beings, long-distance transportation requires careful consideration of many factors, such as food and space.

　However, for the undead, they can be transported like cargo and even stacked up.

　The mindless undead naturally had no objection to this treatment.

　Even more noteworthy is that when designing this class of spaceship, Velvet ingeniously transformed many of the crew's rest rooms into warehouses specifically designed to store undead soldiers.

　This revolutionary design concept makes it less inconceivable to load such a massive undead force when fully loaded.

　After all, none of the flying undead need to step inside the ship's hull.

　They will serve as the loyal escort formation for this unprecedentedly large fleet, fighting alongside it and traversing the skies of this blue planet together.

　Getting back to the main point, under the necromancer's command, the undead warriors formed from bones and death magic moved without the slightest hesitation or disorder. With astonishing order and precision, they swiftly converged on the elevator.

　The hatch of the deployment bay opened slowly, each opening and closing accompanied by a deep and powerful mechanical roar, as if playing the prelude to this extraordinary boarding ceremony.

　The undead warriors, whether they were skeleton archers wielding bone bows with pinpoint accuracy, death knights riding skeletal warhorses with imposing presence, or even the great liches floating in the air, wielding the secrets of death magic, all entered the elevator in an orderly fashion, without the slightest pushing or shoving.

　Their empty eyes held no fear, only absolute obedience to the necromancer's commands.

　When the elevator finally reached the ship's deployment bay, the hatch opened again, revealing a dark and deep space to these undead warriors—a dedicated warehouse inside the ship.

　Although the carrying capacity of 360 elevators was quite strained for such a large undead army, the undead warriors displayed amazing patience and discipline.

　They waited quietly, taking turns to enter, and the whole process was exceptionally smooth with almost no delays.

　This extraordinary organizational and execution capability once again demonstrates the astonishing effectiveness and terrifying power of the Undead Legion as a ruthless war machine.

　As the last undead soldier boarded the warship, Moros issued new commands to the artificial soul aggregates piloting these Charon-class light frigates.

　"set off!"

　At the same time, in the vast airspace ahead of the fleet, a teleportation channel that stretched straight to the sky and pierced through the void suddenly opened.

　Through the magical light screen that shimmered with a faint blue glow, one could clearly see that the other end of the teleportation channel connected to the vast sky above Tasmania.

　Under the skillful manipulation of the artificial soul aggregates, this massive fleet, composed entirely of Charon-class light frigates, began to adjust their postures in an orderly manner, preparing to enter the teleportation channel torn open by the necromancer himself.