Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Standing on the bridge, Moros surveyed the massive fleet as far as the eye could see, and a sense of pride welled up within him.

　Commanding a fleet capable of utterly destroying human civilization on this planet was an unprecedented experience, even for a demigod-level necromancer like him.

　As the fleet slowly entered the teleportation channel that shimmered with a faint blue light, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious and powerful force.

　The Charon-class light frigate and the undead warriors flying around it gradually became blurred under the light screen, eventually disappearing completely into the deep end of the teleportation channel.

　At this moment, time seemed to truly freeze, with only the space on both sides of the passage subtly distorting, silently recording this military mobilization that spanned the void.

　A moment later, the fleet suddenly leaped out from the other end of the teleportation channel and landed on the horizon of that blue planet.

　The once peaceful blue sky over Tasmania was obscured by this sudden torrent of steel.

　This terrifying force, composed of Charon-class light frigates and flying undead, was like an overlord descended from another dimension, carrying irresistible majesty and power, silently hovering in the sky, announcing the arrival of the necromancers and their army.

　The eleventh Herald, the Herald of Binding, descended on the second day.

　Headquarters of the Firemoth on Tasmania.

　What happened?

　The officer in charge of combat readiness duty at the radar station had just leisurely returned to his post with a newspaper and a steaming cup of coffee. Before he could even savor it, the various readings on the large screen in front of him suddenly began to alarm wildly, assaulting his vision and nerves like a storm.

　As a military officer with decent military skills, he knew that every second was crucial.

　Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, he immediately put down his newspaper and coffee and decisively called his superior.

　At the same time, he ordered all active detection systems at the radar station to be put online as quickly as possible and to devote all their efforts to monitoring the unknown target in the air.

　However, as he stared intently at the screen, anxiously awaiting the results of the probe, the optical images that were transmitted back left him speechless with shock.

　Hundreds of steel behemoths, each four or five hundred meters long, soared beneath the vast blue sky.

　Their bodies are enormous and majestic, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

　Around these steel behemoths, tens of thousands of flying undead swarmed in dense array.

　They hovered in the air, casting a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere over the entire sky.

Chapter 551 Reaction after witnessing the fleet

　Upon receiving the urgent notification from the radar station, Dr. Mei immediately snapped out of her deep contemplation on the Eleventh Herrscher's powers.

　Her deep purple eyes instantly locked onto the massive fleet that had suddenly appeared over Tasmania.

　Upon closer inspection, the Charon-class light frigates and those distinctive flying undead in the fleet, like pieces of a puzzle, quickly pieced together in her mind the fleet's affiliation—

　This is the military force under the command of the necromancer.

　This realization struck Dr. Mei like a violent storm, weaving a complex tapestry of doubt and shock into her mind.

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　However, having already guessed that this fleet belonged to necromancers, she did not immediately issue an order to engage, but instead fell into deep thought.

　Dr. May knew in her heart that although the Fire Moths and the Necromancers were nominally allies, there was always an insurmountable chasm between them.

　This divide will not shrink or disappear because of their common enemy—the Eleventh Herrscher.

　However, she also knew that as long as the Fire Moth did not provoke the necromancer, Moros would not easily break the alliance and take military action against them for the sake of Alicia and Eden.

　In this situation, the fact that the necromancer would deploy such a clearly trump card fleet must have been based on profound considerations.

　Does this mean he wants me to pay closer attention to Alicia and Eden's safety...?

　With his extraordinary wisdom, Dr. Mei came to this conclusion after analyzing all the possibilities one by one.

　This conclusion made Dr. Mei acutely aware of a chilling fact—

　The true strength of the Eleventh Herrscher is likely far beyond what is currently apparent.

　This fleet, consisting of a total of 120 Charon-class light frigates, is so large that its majestic silhouette soaring through the sky can be clearly seen from anywhere in Tasmania.

　Therefore, not only Dr. Mei, who is in charge of the Firemoth, but also the Fusion Warriors who are stationed at the Firemoth headquarters, such as Kevin, Alicia, and Su, all saw the arrival of this fleet.

　Then, due to their different positions and responsibilities, they also had different opinions on this.

　Kevin, who was engrossed in his daily training, instantly sharpened his gaze when he first saw this massive fleet.

　However, unlike his previous hostility towards Honkai Beasts and Herrschers, this time he felt more doubt and vigilance.

　Before his external brain, Dr. May, issues the order to prepare for battle, Kevin will not easily regard the necromancer's fleet as an enemy.

　Even nominal allies are still allies, and without Dr. May's explicit instructions, Kevin would not do something as betraying an ally.

　Compared to Kevin's sharp and wary gaze, Alicia's eyes revealed more worry and confusion.

　This Fusion Warrior, who always soothes people with her gentle smile, is standing on the observation deck of the Firemoth headquarters, her gaze also deeply drawn to the fleet soaring through the sky.

　Miss Pink Fairy has a deep understanding of her lover, the necromancer.

　She knew very well that Morros always had a reason for his actions and would never take any meaningless action rashly.

　Since this fleet is here, there must be a reason why they must be here.

　Moros, are you still worried about me and Eden...?

　Alicia murmured to herself, her azure eyes flashing with complex emotions.

　With her keen insight and extraordinary wisdom, Miss Pink Fairy quickly grasped the necromancer's true intention in deploying the fleet above the Firemoth headquarters.

　However, this understanding did not alleviate her worries in the slightest; on the contrary, it made them even stronger.

　Recalling Moros's hesitant expression and the enigmatic words he left behind, Alicia's heart stirred with emotion.

　Imagine, if the necromancer hadn't lacked sufficient confidence in the upcoming battle against the Eleventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Binding, why would he have made such a plan?

　This speculation weighed heavily on her mind.

　Ignoring the uproar at the Moth of Fire headquarters on the ground caused by the sudden arrival of its fleet, Moros connected to the [Communication Badge] he had previously left for Congressman William.

　“William, I need you as my messenger to convey my wishes and decisions to Dr. May…”

　The moment the magical communication was established, the necromancer's words were like an incredibly sharp blade, conveying clear and unambiguous instructions to Councilor William with precision and without a single superfluous word.

　He did not want Dr. May to send Alicia and Eden, these two precious fusion warriors, to the front lines to confront the Eleventh Herrscher.

　Although Moros was determined to embark on his journey to the next crucial point in the Herrscher of Binding's path, intending to personally annihilate it, he still exercised great caution and devised a double-layered safety net, deeply aware of the profound secrets hidden behind the Herrscher of Binding.

　Even as a demigod-level necromancer whose hero rank had risen to level 40, he could not be certain of an absolute victory against the apostle of God protected by the Cocoon of the End.

　Therefore, he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario—the Cocoon of the End personally intervening in the battlefield.

　"In exchange, this time, I will do everything in my power to try to annihilate that divine apostle who wields the power of [binding]."

　"Yes, Your Majesty!"

　Understood

　"What does the necromancer mean?" Senator William suppressed the turmoil surging within him and answered in response.

　After receiving the message from Congressman William conveying Morrow's wishes, Dr. May's deep purple eyes flashed with a thoughtful light.

　She recalled the detailed analysis report written by the intelligence department regarding Alicia and Eden's position in the hearts of necromancers, and gradually made a clear decision in her mind.

　While excluding two Heroic-level Fusion Warriors from the battlefield against the Herrscher might seem like a waste of combat power, but—

　Rather than risk offending the necromancer by sending Alicia and Eden to the brutal battlefield to face the Eleventh Herrscher, it would be wiser to accept the necromancer's terms of trade.

　In exchange for Alicia and Eden remaining at the relatively safe Firemoth headquarters, the necromancer was assured that he could give his all in this operation.

　With this in mind, Dr. May made a decisive decision and quickly conveyed her reply to Congressman William through the communication system.

　“Tell Moros that I accept his offer. But please make sure that apostle of God is completely annihilated.”

Chapter 552 Clash between the Fleet and the Herrscher of Binding

　Having received Dr. May's assurance, Morros had no reason to keep the fleet in Tasmanian airspace any longer.

　So, he gently waved the [Netherworld Staff] that emitted a faint green light, tearing open a magnificent teleportation portal leading directly to the destination in the airspace in front of the fleet.

　Through the deep blue light of the portal, gazing at the golden [Divine Grace Barrier] on the other side of the teleportation channel, the necromancer remained calm and undisturbed.

　At this point, there is no other option but to fight.

　Driven by Moros's will, a swarm of flying undead, consisting of a ghost dragon, a vampire count, and vengeful spirits, was the first to cross the teleportation channel.

　Compared to these seemingly valuable flying undead, a fleet full of undead troops is undoubtedly more precious.

　Therefore, the riskiest reconnaissance mission naturally fell to the flying undead forces.

　At the same time, these flying undead also need to complete a crucial task—to test whether the apostle of the god who wields the power of "binding," or more precisely, the Cocoon of the End, has truly turned its spear against them.

　When the flying undead force passed through the teleportation channel unharmed and did not encounter an attack from the Eleventh Herrscher of Binding, Moros's heart finally died.

　He knew that the apostle of God was coming for him.

　Otherwise, the enemy would never have easily let go of this excellent opportunity to strike while the enemy is crossing the river.

　Even so, the necromancer resolutely issued the order, instructing the artificial aggregated souls controlling the Charon-class light frigates to navigate the warships through the teleportation channel in an orderly manner.

　Running away is not a wise move when faced with the spying of the Cocoon of the End.

　After all, with the power of that powerful being, unless one were to remain hidden in the demiplane forever, there would be no way to escape its sight.

　Therefore, for Moros, the only viable path is to bravely face the challenge of the Eleventh Herrscher, the Herrscher of Binding.

　It seems that the only thing on this planet that can stop me from sweeping away human civilization is not the Moth of Fire, but you, the Necromancer.

　Gazing at the massive teleportation channel stretching across the sky, the swarms of flying undead emerging from it like a tide, and the magnificent fleet composed of a full 120 Charon-class light frigates, a rare look of solemnity appeared on the usually expressionless face of the Herrscher of Restraint.

　As expected of someone who commands respect even from the gods, the necromancer's power is indeed far superior to that of the Fire Moths, who couldn't even break through the Divine Grace Barrier.

　This apostle of God, who wielded the power of "restraint," pondered to himself.

　She then suppressed the slight arrogance that had arisen from her repeated defeats of the Fire-Chasing Moths' attacks.

　It was obvious that this apostle of God had made up his mind to deal with the necromancer's fierce attack with the utmost focus and rigor.

　Under the control of the Eleventh Herrscher, the [Divine Grace Barrier] slowly stopped moving.

　This is not surprising.

　With the necromancer already upon them, attempting to use the [Divine Grace Barrier] to reach their territory was clearly inappropriate.

　After all, after destroying dozens of cities of human civilization and taking the lives of tens of thousands of innocent people, the "Divine Grace Barrier" opened by this apostle of God has quietly expanded its coverage to a vast area with a radius of two hundred kilometers.

　Moving such a massive [Divine Grace Barrier] would undoubtedly require an enormous amount of Honkai energy and effort.

　Faced with the fearsome existence of the necromancer, the Herrscher of Binding naturally dared not be so arrogant.

　As the master of the [Divine Grace Barrier], the Eleventh Herrscher is well aware of the advantages and potential limitations of this trump card she relies on most.

　Despite its drawbacks of slow movement speed and high energy consumption, the power displayed by the [Divine Grace Barrier] is impeccable.

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　The [En Barrier] not only nullifies Honkai energy and other forms of energy within its range, but it can also be used as an indestructible Honkai energy shield.

　At least, the previous ballistic missile attack by the Fire Moth, consisting of hundreds of Honkai energy fission bombs, failed to leave the slightest crack or waver on this golden barrier.

　In this situation, it's not incomprehensible that the Herrscher of Binding would choose to rely on the power of the [Divine Grace Barrier] and adopt a defensive counter-attack strategy.

　Once the fleet, teeming with undead troops, had completely exited the teleportation portal, Moros didn't waste a single word and immediately issued the battle orders.

　"Fleet deployed, standard artillery formation!"

　At his command, the massive fleet, consisting of a full 120 Charon-class light frigates, began to adjust its formation.

　"Main gun charging!"

　Under the precise control of the artificial soul aggregate, the main gun on each light frigate—the magnificent shaft gun that runs through the hull—began to gleam with dazzling light.

　"Launch all missile systems, including the Honkai Energy Fission Bomb!"

　Beneath the six thousand missile launch sites, a power capable of shaking the heavens and earth has been activated.

　Enhanced by Honkai energy, the Honkai energy missile, with a power comparable to a 1,000-ton tactical nuclear weapon, roared out of the launch crater like an angry fire dragon, accompanied by a deafening roar.

　Interspersed among these were a full 360 incredibly powerful Honkai energy fission bombs.

　"Fire!"

　With Moros's brief but powerful command, the entire sky was set ablaze.

　Countless missiles streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, carrying an aura of endless destruction and death, launching a fierce attack on the [Divine Grace Barrier].

　At the same time, the main cannon, which had already been fully charged, was also activated, spewing out an extremely dazzling purple-white light.