Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Now, Moros has chosen to abandon meditation and instead rely on the simplest form of sleep to restore his physical and mental strength, which undoubtedly reveals how arduous the previous battles were.

　Thinking of this, Vilvi's eyes dimmed slightly, and a wave of emotion surged in her heart.

　She understood that while Moros's choice to confront the Herrscher of Binding was partly driven by self-interest, it was undeniable that Alicia and Eden's presence played a crucial role in the decision.

　This realization left the girl, who possessed a total of eight personalities, with mixed feelings.

　Even so, Vilvi still maintained that delicate and gentle nature.

　She gently tucked the blanket around Moros, ensuring he could sleep peacefully without being disturbed in the slightest.

　As the first rays of dawn, conjured by magical power, streamed into the room through the windows of the Magic Guild, Moros slowly opened his eyes.

　Having undergone four leaps in his life level, his perception had become extremely sharp, and he instantly caught sight of the beautiful figure by the bedside.

　However, it was precisely this extraordinary keen perception that allowed him to accurately identify the girl's identity without needing to speak, based solely on a wisp of her aura.

　"Vilvi..."

　With a gentle gaze falling on Vilvie, Morros felt a rare sense of peace and tranquility.

　"Good morning, Moros..."

　Seemingly sensing the necromancer's gaze, Velvi slowly awoke from her light sleep.

　Her sleepy eyes, tinged with a touch of innocent charm and cuteness, stirred an indescribable tenderness and warmth in Moros's heart, as if all his weariness and sorrow had received the gentlest comfort and healing at that moment.

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Chapter 566 Aponia Steps Out of the Deepest Abyss

　Just as Moros was leisurely enjoying the loving morning that Miss Baiwei had carefully prepared, Kevin, at May's behest, set foot on the secret island designated P-21 within the Fire Moth.

　Unlike the same period in this plane, thanks to the activity of necromancers, the Fusion Warriors of the Firemoth did not suffer a devastating blow during the Eleventh Great Collapse on this planet.

　Admittedly, several Fusion Warriors unfortunately perished under the [Divine Grace Barrier] cast by the Eleventh Herrscher of Binding, but overall, the losses of the Flame Chaser Fusion Warrior force remained within a manageable range.

　At least, the eleventh Great Collapse did not reduce the Fusion Warrior force of the Firemoth to a mere thirteen heroes.

　Even so, when Dr. Mei witnessed firsthand the astonishing power displayed by the Herrscher of Binding controlled by the proxy player of the End of the Cocoon through real-time high-definition images transmitted back by military satellites, she could no longer tolerate the Moth of Fire's combat power being wasted.

　Therefore, she dispatched her most loyal knights to the Deepest Abyss to liberate Aponia and the "prisoners" imprisoned there, so that they too could contribute to humanity's great cause of fighting against the Honkai.

　Deepest place.

　The man's chilling aura complemented the darkness of the place.

　This is often the first impression a place leaves on people—

　Darkness, cold...

　despair.

　“You’ve locked yourself in here again, Aponia.”

　"Kevin?"

　Upon seeing the white-haired youth, a hint of surprise flashed in Aponia's eyes.

　However, this surprise lingered in her empty eyes for only a moment before vanishing like morning mist.

　"Oh, I really didn't expect you to come here."

　With her hands clasped together in a gesture of devout prayer, the nun, whose figure was as alluring as a ripe peach, spoke of what she had seen.

　"However, you should indeed atone for your sins."

　"Now is not the time for me to atone for my sins."

　Kevin did not refute the nun's words.

　He simply gazed silently into Aponia's deep blue eyes and responded in a flat tone.

　"Besides, you're the only one who was willing to come here voluntarily. Let's go, your sentence is over."

　"Lying is a crime, Kevin."

　The mature woman in a nun's habit resolutely rejected him once again.

　"I refuse to listen to your request."

　Ignoring Aponia's refusal, Kevin tried to persuade her again.

　"The enemy we face is no longer the same as before. The [commandments] are reins, restrictions, but now... let them become wild beasts again, to hunt new sacrifices for God."

　"Kevin... haven't you noticed yet?"

　Looking at the young man before her, Aponia's eyes were almost overflowing with pity.

　“A ferocious beast versus a butcher wielding a sharp blade… the latter is clearly more terrifying.”

　"You can think that way, but I didn't come here to argue with you."

　"While you bound yourself here, Aponia..."

　"Humanity has lost so much that it can no longer tolerate your willfulness."

　"..."

　"I have come here today..."

　The sharp blade severed the shackles.

　The brilliance of thunder shone forth, tearing apart the thick, sticky darkness that surrounded it.

　"I didn't intend to discuss it with you either."

　"Whether it's a chain or darkness, after today, they will all cease to exist."

　"Aponia, reclaim your identity as the one you control."

　Tasmania, headquarters of the Firemoth.

　With the deafening roar of the transport plane's engines, Kevin and Aponia landed together at the solemn and magnificent headquarters of the Firemoth.

　This is the brain that enables human society to resist the collapse, and it is also a sacred temple in the hearts of countless Moth Warriors.

　Although Dr. May did not arrange any grand welcome banquet for Aponia, her captivating figure and face made her the center of attention the moment she stepped onto this land.

　However, those initially amazed looks quickly turned into surprise, and then into a subtle avoidance.

　Aponia simply smiled indifferently, showing no reaction whatsoever.

　Although her reputation within the Firemoth may not be as mysterious as Mebius's, nor as fearsome as Thousand Calamities', her very existence is a force to be reckoned with.

　If something breaks, it's Qian Jie's doing; if someone is unwell, it's Möbius's doing.

　This joke, which circulated widely within the Firemoth organization, while slightly exaggerated, reflects, to some extent, the special status of these two individuals within the organization.

　However, even under such circumstances, Aponia's reputation should not be underestimated.

　Because she is the inscription of the "precepts" that can read minds and rewrite personalities.

　This ability is enough to inspire awe in anyone who faces her.

　Therefore, the surprise and avoidance in those eyes seemed quite reasonable.

　Walking quietly down the corridor of the Firemoth headquarters, Aponia's every step seemed so unhurried.

　She knew that her arrival was not only to fight alongside her fellow Firemoths, but also to sow seeds of hope on this land.

　These seeds may need time to grow, but one day in the future they will bloom with the most dazzling light, illuminating the path for humanity.

　Yes, of all those who escaped from the dark abyss of the Deepest Place, only Aponia set foot on the sacred land of the Firemoth's headquarters.

　As for those prisoners who were also imprisoned in the Deepest Place, their fates were quite different from those of Aponia.

　These former sinners, though rescued by Kevin from the hell called "The Deepest Place," do not immediately gain the respect and acceptance of the Firemoth warriors.

　These prisoners were denied the chance to step into the Firemoth headquarters and experience the reverence and welcome of the Firemoth warriors.

　Instead, they will be assigned to Firemoth's branches around the world, to front lines far from headquarters where the fighting is more brutal.

　There, they will face their destiny—to be expendable as consumables on the battlefield against the collapse.

　This is not to say that they are worthless, or that their lives can be trampled on at will.

　Rather, it is the moth drawn to the flame facing collapse—the most devastating blow to human civilization.

　A difficult choice must be made when faced with a fierce enemy.

　These prisoners, though they have made mistakes in the past, now have the opportunity to make amends through their actions and contribute to humanity's great cause of fighting against the Honkai.

　Of course, behind this arrangement lies a final act of compassion.

　Before sending these prisoners to the battlefield, the Fire Moths provide them with comprehensive training and excellent equipment to ensure that they can unleash their full potential and effectiveness on the battlefield.

Chapter 567 An Unpleasant Meeting

　Whether it was Aponia leaving the Deepest Place to join the ranks of the Flamemoth Fusion Warriors, or the special prisoners held in the Deepest Place being pushed onto the brutal battlefield, each was a momentous and awe-inspiring event.

　These dramatic events, of course, could not escape the surveillance network of Congressman William.

　Of course, this is also partly due to Dr. May's decision not to specifically block Senator William's intelligence channels.

　Given Dr. May's current profound control over the Fire Moths, if she intended to, she could easily isolate Congressman William from this sensitive information, just like the veteran Fire Moth members of parliament such as Wang, Eugene, and Vincent in the past, keeping him completely unaware.

　However, given the strategic necessity of cooperating with the necromancer, Dr. May would not deliberately conceal such information from Congressman William—the necromancer's important spokesperson within the Firemoth—as there was no need to hide it much.

　Getting back to the main point, after receiving a detailed report from Congressman William, Morrow fell into a long silence.

　The silence lasted so long that Congressman William couldn't help but wonder if there was some unknown malfunction in the communication badge in his hand.

　Despite the fact that this magical artifact, crafted by the necromancer himself, has never malfunctioned.

　"Your Majesty?"

　Congressman William called out cautiously.

　"Ah."

　Seemingly awakened from his deep thoughts by Congressman William's call, or perhaps already having a clear answer in his heart, Morrow's voice finally rang out.

　He issued an order that left Congressman William completely baffled.

　"Arrange it immediately; I need to meet with Aponia."

　Having said that, without paying any attention to Councilor William's reaction, the necromancer severed his magical communication with Councilor William.

　Several years have passed since he witnessed Aponia's splendor through the eyes of the vengeful spirits sent to Twilight Street, and he has never seen that beautiful nun who exudes an inexplicable divine aura again.

　This is also something that can't be helped.

　Admittedly, necromancers possess sufficient power and status to arrange a meeting with Aponia.

　However, for Moros, who was considered a "fake" demigod at the time, the danger posed by Aponia, who possessed the power of the [Discipline], was undeniable.

　Even though the necromancer was filled with curiosity about the power possessed by Aponia, and even once had the idea of ​​using those eyes that could see the threads of fate to pave a more precise and efficient path for his magical research.

　However, after weighing the pros and cons countless times and thinking it over carefully, Moros ultimately chose to back down, believing that it was best to avoid direct contact with Aponia unless absolutely necessary.

　The necromancer always maintained a clear understanding of his own faction affiliation.

　As a legitimate necromancer of the Necropolis faction, he knew it was best to avoid lingering in front of Aponia as much as possible.

　After all, a slower pace of magical research is acceptable, but compared to upholding one's bottom line of self-awareness, it's not a significant sacrifice.

　However, times have changed, and the situation is now very different from what it was back then.

　Although Moros's strength is still a drop in the ocean compared to the terrifyingly powerful demigods in the Ashan world.

　But a demigod at the limit is still a demigod at the limit. Within the demigod rank, his strength is already enough to be considered average.

　At least, he already possessed sufficient strength to ensure that he would not easily be defeated by any high-level legendary academic spellcaster.

　With the added protection of the constant legendary spell [Legion's Protection] and the self-developed legendary spell [Soul Circulation], Moros already possesses the courage and confidence to face the hero of [Discipline].

　Once he was certain that he could maintain his own identity in front of Aponia, his conversations with the beautiful nun who could glimpse the threads of fate became something of great value and significance.

　Especially now that he's certain the Cocoon of the End has its sights set on him, Moros is even more eager to use Aponia's eyes to see just how much importance the Cocoon of the End places on him.

　The answer to this question will directly determine the direction of all of Morros's subsequent actions.

　Under the arrangement of Congressman William, the meeting between Moros and Aponia was quietly arranged in a very secretive base of the Firemoth.

　This place is far away

　Amidst the clamor and strife of the outside world, only a select few core members of the Fire Moth knew its exact location.