Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　In other words, during the time the account was being used to fight on the Cocoon of the End, the two rounds of ranged attacks released by the "Herrscher of Binding" were entirely borne by the undead legion.

　You must understand that this is the power of [Constraint] personally controlled by a wisp of consciousness from the Cocoon of the End; its power is far beyond what a half-baked Lawbringer of Constraint can compare to.

　That was a genuine demigod-level attack!

　This level of attack caused unprecedented losses even to the undead forces enhanced by the Moros attribute.

　Fortunately, Moros's [death]

　His [Spiritual Magic] skill has reached the demigod level, allowing him to flexibly adjust the target of [Legion's Protection] to transfer damage, thereby mitigating losses to some extent.

　Otherwise, the consequences of these two attacks would have caused him so much heartache that he couldn't breathe.

　Even so, a full 100,000 low-level undead units were wiped out forever in this battle.

　The fact that such heavy casualties were caused by just two rounds of ranged attacks filled Moros with a sense of lingering fear.

　He dared not imagine how terrifying the losses she could inflict on him if the battle dragged on any longer, or if the Herrscher of Binding, who was being used by the Cocoon of the End to fight on his behalf, were allowed to perform freely.

　This could even fundamentally change the outcome of the battle.

　Thinking of this, Moros's heartache over the soul crystals and mid-tier soul crystals he had consumed when casting the legendary spell [Soul Torrent] was greatly reduced.

　Compared to the irreparable losses suffered by the undead army, the sacrifice of the souls of these intelligent beings was undoubtedly well worth it.

　"Well……"

　Padofelis opened her sleepy eyes.

　Outside the window was a deep red sunset. She felt as if she had been unconscious for a very long time, and even her tail looked listless, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

　What was the reason again?

　Were you pricked by the enemy's poisoned needle on the battlefield?

　Or was the infection contracted in the wetlands?

　All she could remember was spending several days in a hospital bed.

　I don't remember, but... something's not right.

　It's too quiet around here.

　It's just too quiet.

　Didn't I also have two extra sensitive ears?

　But no matter how hard you hold your breath or strain your ears, you can't hear a single word.

　"Vell? Jona...?"

　She tried calling out two names.

　These were her companions who became fusion warriors around the same time. She had already built a good relationship with them before their first mission. She remembered bringing them a midnight snack before she fainted.

　Mila...?

　This is a new friend she made after joining the team; it seems like the last time I fought, I was teamed up with her.

　If I were knocked unconscious by a Honkai Beast...

　Is Mira alright?

　But there was no echo.

　Strange, where did everyone go?

　Padofelis was filled with doubts.

　She slowly sat up from her hospital bed and decided to personally go and find those friends who had fought alongside her in the past.

　However, the moment she stepped out of the ward, an ominous premonition enveloped her heart.

　A combat command scrolls across each screen, highlighting a single, prominent word.

　[The Lawyer].

　This word was like a poison, seeping into Patto's nerves.

　A new Herrscher has awakened?

　Has the world been destroyed, leaving me all alone?

　For some reason, she quickened her pace.

　Team members' dormitory?

　no one.

　Training room?

　no one.

　Base canteen?

　Still no one.

　Despair was like an invisible fishing net, silently and tightly binding Padofelis.

　She felt her breathing become heavy and her eyes become empty.

　Just as Padofelis was mired in this boundless darkness and loneliness, preparing to accept her fate of being forgotten by the world, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

　Just as she was about to turn and leave the empty and quiet base canteen, a faint but cheerful melody suddenly rose from the end of the corridor.

　The voice was like a spring breeze, gently dispelling the gloom that had shrouded her heart.

　Immediately following were the sounds of light footsteps and soft laughter, causing Padofelis to stop involuntarily.

　An expression of disbelief crossed her face, as if she were questioning her own ears.

　That familiar yet unfamiliar voice rekindled hope in Padofelis's heart.

　Following the sound, every step felt like walking on clouds, a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

　As she rounded the last bend, the sight before her made her freeze in shock—

　The central hall of the base was decorated like a colorful fairy tale world, with balloons, ribbons and flowers creating a series of joyful scenes.

　The long table in the center was filled with all kinds of delicious food and snacks, the aroma of which was mouthwatering.

　"surprise!"

　With a unified shout, her friends rushed in from all directions and surrounded her tightly.

　Vera, Jona, Mila, and many other familiar faces approached her, each with a genuine smile and a warm light in their eyes.

　They held ribbons and threw them at her, as if celebrating the triumphant return of a hero.

　"Pado, you're finally awake!"

　Vera was the first to rush forward and hug her tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

　We thought...we thought we'd never see each other again.

　"Your turn."

　“Yes, Paddo, you are our precious baby, how could you leave us so easily?” Jona joined in the hug, her voice choked with emotion, but filled with undisguised joy.

　Mira, standing to the side, handed Padofelis a specially made "bouquet" of various snacks and smiled.

　"Look, this is a special welcome gift prepared for you. I hope you can return safely from every battle in the future."

　At this moment, Padofelis's doubts and fears vanished, replaced by overwhelming emotion and happiness.

　It turns out that all this quiet was not because of the end of the world.

　It wasn't because her friends wanted to surprise her, but because they secretly planned a recovery celebration.

　"I'm sorry for making everyone worry."

　Padofelis's voice was slightly choked, but her smile was brighter than ever.

　"thank you all……"

Chapter 565 Virvi's Companionship

　Moros was completely unaware of the subtle changes caused by the butterfly's wings that he had inadvertently flapped.

　At this time, Padofelis was still just an ordinary fusion warrior.

　Her combat prowess was not yet noteworthy, so it was naturally difficult for her to catch the eye of Congressman William.

　Not to mention, they would be given a different look by that high and mighty necromancer.

　Even if he happened to witness the heartwarming recovery celebration at one of the Firemoth's branch bases, Moros would likely just smile indifferently and wouldn't let such a trivial matter stir his heart too much.

　For the necromancer who had just towed the last crashed Charon-class light frigate to the blacksmith shop for repairs, his greatest wish now was to get a good night's sleep.

　Whether it was casting spells to drag these behemoths weighing over 100,000 tons for two consecutive days and nights, fighting to the death with the Herrscher of Restraint who was fighting on his behalf in the Cocoon of the End, or scheming against the Moths of Fire led by Dr. Mei, all of this had already exhausted too much of his energy.

　So, Moros decided to immerse himself in a deep sleep to relax his tense nerves.

　Although he usually uses deep meditation to replace sleep, after experiencing a life-or-death ordeal not long ago, he longs to use a more traditional method to recover his spirit.

　When Moros finally fell into a deep and peaceful sleep in the magic guild in the demiplane, Velvi also received news of her beloved's return from the artificial soul aggregate that managed the mage tower.

　As the lover and apprentice of a necromancer, this girl with short, flowing hair that is half dark green and half brown-yellow naturally has the authority to command this artificial soul aggregate formed by the souls of thousands of intelligent beings.

　This authority, which allows her to command this special artificial soul aggregate, is a symbol of Moros's boundless trust and reliance on her.

　The Level 5 Magic Guild, located within the demiplane cemetery city, is where necromancers study and live.

　In other words, this is his true home.

　It's easy to imagine how much trust it takes for a legitimate necromancer from the cemetery faction to entrust her with the "keys" to their home.

　Upon learning that Moros had returned and was sleeping peacefully, a warm feeling welled up in Vervière's heart.

　With the authority granted by the necromancer, Velvi navigated the secret corridors of the magic guild with ease, which were woven from various mysterious magical runes and surging magical energy.

　Her steps were light and graceful, each one seemingly resonating subtly with the magical runes around her, as if they were welcoming her arrival in a silent language.

　Those terrifying magic arrays that would terrify any intruder were nothing more than decorations in her home, utterly unable to cause her the slightest panic.

　This composure and confidence stemmed from her boundless trust and reliance on Moros, and was also a reflection of the deep affection between them.

　Just as Moros trusted her, Velvi also gave Moros her complete trust and reliance without reservation.

　In Vilvi's eyes, these magical runes and arrays were not a cold threat, but a means of protecting her and Moros, bringing her peace of mind.

　She continued forward, passing through portals meticulously constructed from different magical arrays.

　At this moment, Vervi's heart was filled with anticipation.

　She looked forward to seeing Moros as soon as possible, to tell him how much she missed him and how much she wished he could stay by her side forever.

　After walking for more than ten minutes, Velvi arrived at the room where Morlos was.

　In the very center of the room, a bed meticulously crafted from a large amount of rare magical materials stood quietly, imbued with various protective spells and sleep-aiding magic to ensure that the room's occupant could get the best rest and recovery.

　Around the bed were some magical plants that Wilvi had personally grown.

　They emit a faint fragrance, adding a touch of vitality and warmth to the entire room.

　Vilvi tiptoed to the bedside, her eyes filled with deep affection for Moros.

　She gazed at Moros's serene and peaceful face, and the emotions welling up inside her could no longer be contained.

　She reached out and gently touched Moros's face with her fingertips, feeling the familiar and warm touch.

　At that moment, she seemed to be able to hear Moros's heartbeat and feel his breath, all of which immersed her in an indescribable sense of peace and contentment.

　Then, she gently pulled over a chair meticulously carved from rare wood and gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed.

　However, Virvi did not choose to disturb the necromancer's peaceful sleep at this moment.

　She simply waited for him quietly, as if guarding a most precious treasure.

　The endless love and tenderness emanating from those pink eyes seemed to penetrate all the magic that was fixed on the necromancer, reaching straight to the depths of his heart.

　“Moros…”

　Whispering softly, Virvi’s voice was full of affection and care.

　Then she closed her eyes and began to immerse herself in meditation.

　As the necromancer's only apprentice, Velvi was well aware of Morros's dedication and diligence in his daily meditation studies.