Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　When the necromancer entered the meeting room, he saw the beautiful nun he hadn't seen in so long again.

　Aponia retains that awe-inspiring mystery and sacred aura, as if the passage of time is nothing more than a fleeting shadow to her.

　Her deep blue eyes were profound and empty, like a bottomless ocean, and the power they contained made Moros secretly tremble.

　It was a terrifying power that could shake the self-awareness of even high-level legendary experts, and even a necromancer of the demigod level had to take notice of it.

　The reason Moros had such a clear understanding of Aponia's power was that the moment he stepped into the room, Aponia had already activated the power of [Discipline].

　"Please repent for your sins."

　Her voice was calm and gentle, yet it was like an irresistible torrent, washing over Moros's soul and attempting to shake his deepest self-awareness.

　Unfortunately, the gap in strength is not so easily bridged.

　The power of the [Discipline] is indeed remarkable, but the gap between high-level legendaries and demigods cannot be bridged overnight.

　Even the dual protective mechanism formed by the legendary spells [Legion's Protection] and [Soul Circulation], which are constant on the necromancer, could not be broken through, and the power of [Discipline] contained in Aponia's words was completely worn away.

　"Miss Aponia, is it really appropriate to treat me to this kind of reception after such a long time?"

　Moros smiled slightly, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere between the two.

　However, Aponia acted as if she hadn't heard a word.

　She remained in a devout prayer posture, hands clasped together, eyes closed in concentration, once again gathering the solemn and powerful strength of the [Precepts].

　"Please repent for your sins."

　Feeling the power of the [Discipline] strike again, the necromancer could no longer maintain the smile on his face.

　“Aponia, I have no intention of being your enemy, but please do not push me too far.”

　Seemingly realizing that the power of the [Commandments] was no longer effective against the necromancer before her, Aponia did not choose to continue her attack.

　However, she also had no intention of complying with Moros's wishes.

　The beautiful nun simply stood there quietly, steadfast in her stance and beliefs.

Chapter 568 Clash of Ideas and the Answer from the Mandate of Discipline

　After delving into the Firemoth's database and gaining a thorough understanding of the necromancer's past actions, Aponia resolutely refused to cooperate with Moros in any form until he expressed genuine remorse.

　Therefore, the meeting was shrouded in a thick layer of frost from the very beginning, and the atmosphere was so stiff that you could almost hear the ice cracking.

　Taking a deep breath and trying his best to calm the turmoil in his heart, Moros finally opened his lips again and uttered his final words.

　“Aponia, I respect your beliefs and understand your convictions. But…”

　He paused deliberately, giving the devout nun a moment to reflect.

　Then, his words rang out again.

　"I still hold out hope that we can set aside those pointless disputes for the sake of our common goal."

　Seemingly sensing the weight of the necromancer's words, Aponia ultimately restrained herself and did not cast [Commandment] a third time.

　“Moros, you deserve to atone for the innocent lives that have fallen at your hands.”

　Even so, she still stuck to her point of view.

　"innocent?"

　The necromancer's lips curled into a mocking smile as he retorted.

　“When they resolutely stand against me and try to stop me from pursuing my goals, they are no longer innocent.”

　"not to mention……"

　Moros's words carried a hint of coldness.

　He ruthlessly revealed the cruelest reality, completely ignoring Aponia's increasingly grim expression.

　“Look at yourself, look at this world… No one dares to say they are innocent, Aponia.”

　Stung by this bloody truth, Aponia clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

　She was not unreasonable and understood that what Moros said was not unfounded.

　Just like the once glorious but ultimately succumbed to doom and disaster, the people born from doom and disaster had almost no virtues to speak of.

　Selfish, greedy, indifferent...

　They live only for themselves, disregarding the safety of the community.

　How can such people be considered innocent?

　However, even in the face of such reality, Aponia still holds fast to her beliefs.

　"Moros, can the goals you speak of be a reason for you to trample on life at will?"

　修女

　Although the young lady's voice was soft, it contained an unshakable power.

　“Every life is a unique miracle in the universe, and they have the right to choose their own path rather than become a victim of your ambition.”

　"Humph!"

　Upon hearing this, Moros merely snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

　"Human kindness is just a self-deceiving performance. They always package themselves as morally superior beings, but in reality, they all have dark desires deep in their hearts."

　He gazed into Aponia's empty yet deep blue eyes and continued speaking.

　“I simply dare to confront and display my desires. I am unafraid of societal condemnation because I know that those so-called moral standards are nothing but shackles that bind people’s hearts, and to me they are just ridiculous words. I don’t need to follow them; I just need to act according to my desires.”

　After Moros finished speaking, a complex and unreadable emotion flashed in Aponia's eyes.

　She had already realized that this confrontation with the necromancer had long transcended a simple debate about right and wrong; it was a fierce clash between two completely different worldviews and values.

　She sighed softly, trying to touch that heart that was tightly bound by desire with a gentler and calmer tone.

　“Moros, you may consider yourself unrestrained and above morality. However, true freedom comes from a deep respect and understanding of life, and a profound understanding of the harmonious coexistence of all things in the world. What you pursue is nothing more than the endless expansion of desire, which will ultimately lead you into the abyss of loneliness.”

　Aponia's words were like a warm breeze, trying to dispel the fog that shrouded the necromancer's mind.

　Unfortunately, the will of a demigod is not easily shaken.

　Especially when her [Discipline] could not penetrate his strong mental defense spells.

　"Perhaps, Aponia, our paths are ultimately different."

　Moros shrugged, trying to ease the tension between them.

　"What I pursue is my deepest desire, even if the world considers this desire sinful."

　Upon hearing this, a faint look of disappointment flashed in Aponia's eyes.

　But she did not give up.

　The nun from Twilight Street knew that changing someone's beliefs was no easy task when the power of the [Discipline] could not be used.

　It takes time, and even more so, patience.

　"Then, Morros, let us each go our own way. But please remember, whichever path you choose, hold life in awe. Someday in the future, when you look back, I hope you will not regret the choices you made today."

　After speaking, Aponia slowly turned around, preparing to leave the room filled with tension and confrontation.

　Her silhouette, both lonely and resolute, seemed to convey a belief to Moros—

　Even if she is alone on the road ahead, she will hold fast to her beliefs until the very last moment.

　"and many more!"

　The necromancer suddenly shouted.

　His arrival at this secluded Moth of Fire base to meet with Aponia was certainly not merely to argue about their respective paths in life.

　"Apponia!"

　Molotov admitted frankly.

　"The differences between us are like a bottomless chasm, difficult to cross easily. However, there is an unavoidable fact before us—the world is in the midst of an unprecedented crisis."

　Aponia did not directly deny Moros's statement.

　This is the truth.

　Even though she had been living in the "Deepest Place" for many years, Aponia had heard about the destruction that the Honkai disaster had caused to human civilization on this planet.

　Seeing that the nun stopped in her tracks because of his words, Moros breathed a sigh of relief.

　Then, he mustered his courage and asked the most crucial question.

　"What...what did you see in me?"

　Moros's voice was filled with anticipation and urgency; this question was of paramount importance to him.

　This meeting was his last chance to adjust his strategy and seek change, and he absolutely could not let it slip away.

　In response to Moros's question, Aponia gazed into his eyes and slowly spoke.

　“I don’t see those threads that usually entangle people on you, but…”

　She paused slightly, as if considering her next words.

　"However, before that final day arrives, your presence has been in the threads of other people's destinies."

　After saying this, Aponia didn't linger. Instead, she turned around resolutely and left the meeting room without looking back, leaving Moros alone in the empty room, pondering the profound meaning of her words.

Chapter 569 Reflections After the Meeting

　"Is that so..."

　Muttering to himself, without any visible movement from Moros, his figure was swallowed up by the brilliance of the interdimensional teleportation spell.

　Returning to that city standing in the demiplane cemetery

　After establishing a Level 5 Magic Guild, the necromancer did not rush to find the alluring figure of Velvi.

　He walked straight to the library, located in the middle of the Magic Guild, a place filled with an aura of knowledge. He gently pulled out a chair, sat down slowly, and immersed himself in deep thought about Aponia's words.

　Although the meeting with Aponia was not as pleasant as expected, Moros still considered it very fruitful.

　Although the nun's last words were somewhat vague, a powerful spellcaster who had already entered the realm of demigods was still able to keenly grasp the deeper meaning behind them.

　Since Aponia had glimpsed his figure in the threads of fate of all beings before the final day arrived.

　That means that before the Herrscher of the End arrives, necromancers will still be active on this planet that is undergoing the test of Honkai.

　This deduction was enough for Moros to guess many of the things he cared about.

　Among these, the most important and crucial factor is the stance and attitude of the Cocoon of the End.

　As the only entity within this galaxy that can pose a real threat to him, the attitude of the Cocoon of the End will directly influence the actions of the necromancer.

　Moros always maintained a clear understanding of his inner world.

　He knew very well that he would only feel at ease staying on this planet when he was certain that the Cocoon of the End would not appear in person.

　Once the final cocoon truly descends, he will not hesitate to take the few people he cherishes and hide in the demiplane, using this special demiplane created by a great being to ensure their safety.

　So, is the Cocoon of the End planning to use the Herrscher of the End to test or deal with me...?

　With this deduction lingering in his mind, Moros began to consider how to deal with the Herrscher of the End who had caused the destruction of a previous civilization in the original world.

　As his hero level climbed to the limit of the hero panel—level 40, the Necromancer's fear of the Herrscher of the End had greatly decreased.

　Admittedly, the strength of the Herrscher of the End represents a qualitative leap compared to the eleven Herrschers who previously descended upon this planet.

　The Herrscher of the End, who could easily annihilate two heroes in five minutes and whose strength, even the last hope of the previous civilization including Kevin, could only buy a negligible half-day, undoubtedly possessed the strength to reach the level of a true Envoy.

　If converted into the extraordinary system of the Ashan world that Moros is currently following, he would be a genuine demigod at the limit level.

　Faced with such a powerful enemy, even the necromancer who possessed the entire heritage of the Ashan World Cemetery faction dared not easily declare victory.

　After all, the time he had truly embarked on the path of the extraordinary was far too short.

　A mere twenty-odd years is but a fleeting moment in the long life of a demigod-level spellcaster.

　Being able to step into the realm of demigods in such a short time is already a great blessing bestowed upon him by the hero panel.

　To truly stand at the limit of the demigod level and gaze upon the unreachable realm of gods, such a short time is clearly far from enough.

　But Morros doesn't need to defeat beings of that level.

　Ultimately, his decision to go to the moon and confront the Herrscher of the End was entirely for the sake of Alicia and Eden.