Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　However, even in the face of such enormous losses, Moros could still sense that the Temptress Lord was not in a hurry to personally join the battle.

　It is clear that, for Him, the current casualties are still within an acceptable range.

　It should be noted that the Temptress Lord in front of us is merely a minor demon lord.

　If it were a true demon lord, his demon legion would undoubtedly possess even more terrifying power.

　Getting back to the main point, in order to achieve such results, Moros's undead legion also paid a heavy price.

　More than 300,000 undead soldiers slumber forever on this battlefield stained red by war.

　Even so, the necromancer who commanded the undead army remained calm and composed.

　He closely observed the battle situation, constantly analyzed the situation of both sides, and issued one precise order after another based on this analysis.

　Under his command, the Charon-class corvettes demonstrated their unparalleled combat capabilities.

　This warship used its Honkai energy shipborne weapon system to deliver a precise and deadly blow to a key node in the demon legion.

　Each Honkai energy fission bomb that fell was accompanied by the desperate wails of the demons and a devastating explosion.

　Each volley of Honkai energy ray cannon fire landed precisely on a Great Demon, severely damaging them and significantly reducing their combat effectiveness.

　As for the dense barrage of Honkai energy missiles, they became a nightmare for the high-ranking demons in the demon legion.

　They had to pay a bloody price under the continuous bombardment of missiles.

　In addition, the Great Lich Sorcerer Corps also played a crucial role in this battle.

　They continuously unleashed powerful combined spells, which, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaped the lives of the demons.

　With the combined efforts of the Charon-class light frigates and the Grand Lich Mage Corps, the undead legion, devoid of any concept of morale, ultimately managed to withstand the overwhelming onslaught of the demon legion.

　Five hours passed quietly.

　Seeing that his demon legion was unable to break through the defenses and the undead army's lines remained as solid as a rock, the Temptress Lord, who was in charge of the battle, could no longer tolerate it.

　"Useless! You're all a bunch of useless trash!"

　He roared and grabbed a succubus maid beside him, completely ignoring the despair that had appeared on her once alluring face.

　With its gaping maw wide open, the succubus lord began to cruelly devour the flesh and soul of the succubus maiden, seemingly venting all its pent-up anger and resentment on the helpless creature.

　Witnessing this horrifying scene, all the demons present—whether high-ranking legendary demon overseers or legendary archdemons—showed expressions of terror.

　Their bodies trembled involuntarily, like frightened quails, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to make any move, for fear that they would become the next target of the wrathful lord.

　After venting his anger, the Temptress Lord's eyes grew even colder.

　"It's time to end this battle myself."

　Whispering, the powerful seductress, possessing demigod-level combat strength, issued an unquestionable order to her most important subordinates—the demon overseers.

　"Follow me! Crush those skeletons completely!"

　Before the words were even finished, the Temptress Lord's figure had already transformed into a black lightning bolt, tearing through the air and rushing towards the smoke-filled battlefield.

　On the battlefield, the soldiers of the undead legion and the demon legion are locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

　However, the sudden intervention of the Temptress Lord was like an unstoppable torrent, instantly overturning the situation on the battlefield.

　He charged into the undead army with an almost invincible momentum. His two-handed greatsword, heavily enhanced by magic and gleaming with dazzling magical light, took the lives of a large number of undead soldiers with every swing.

　Those undead warriors who were originally able to hold their ground against the fierce onslaught of the demon legion became as fragile as pieces of paper under his slashes, utterly powerless.

　Furthermore, the Temptress Lord is also proficient in [Advanced Teleportation].

　This allows Him to thrive in the ever-changing battlefield environment, moving freely and effortlessly.

　Whether launching a surprise attack on a key position of the undead army or skillfully dodging the enemy's deadly attacks, He seemed to be in complete control and unhurried.

　This powerful spell-like ability made it difficult for the undead legion to effectively surround and kill the Temptress Lord.

　Besides [Advanced Teleportation], the Temptress Lord is also extremely skilled at casting powerful spell-like abilities such as [Chaos Hammer] and [Shadow Strike].

　This made Him even more invincible on the battlefield, with no one able to defeat Him.

　Just like it is now.

　Just as the Temptress Lord was sweeping across the battlefield and the undead army was in retreat, the sky suddenly darkened, and three black shadows swooped down from the sky at an astonishing speed, heading straight for the Temptress Lord.

　Those were three terrifying ghost dragons.

　They were shrouded in black mist formed from the magic of death, and their skulls flickered with eerie green flames, as they tried to slay this arrogant lesser demon lord on the battlefield.

　"Insects! How dare you challenge me!"

　The Demon Lord of Temptation roared angrily.

　His voice was filled with anger at being slighted.

　He felt immense anger and humiliation at the necromancer sending these lowly beings to attack him.

　The three ghostly dragons opened their mouths almost simultaneously, and three streams of deathly breath intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, completely blocking all possible escape routes for the Temptress Lord.

　The dragon's breath contained a terrifying power capable of melting steel and corroding souls, seemingly intent on reducing any living being that came into contact with it to nothingness.

　However, at this seemingly critical moment, the Temptress Lord revealed his true power as a lesser demon lord.

　Just as the deathly breath was about to touch Him, the Temptress Lord used [Advanced Teleportation] to escape the web of death and appear in a safe area hundreds of meters away.

　Behind Him, three streams of deathly dragon breath intertwined and collided in the air, ultimately turning an open space into scorched earth.

　The Temptress Lord, however, remained unharmed, standing on the battlefield with an air of dominance.

Chapter 605 The Broken-Winged Ghost Dragon and the Necromancer's Entry into the Battle

　"Damn ants! I'll chop you all to pieces!"

　With a roar, the Temptress Lord vanished once again within the magical aura of the [Higher Teleportation] spell.

　When it reappeared, this bewitching demon with supreme power was already standing behind a ghostly dragon.

　He gripped the greatsword, which shone with brilliant magical light, tightly in both hands and swung it out suddenly.

　The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, ripped through the sky, carrying an overwhelming force, and directly severed one of the ghost dragon's wings.

　Like all dragons, the Ghost Dragon's ability to fly is both a miracle of its physical structure and a perfect fusion of magical abilities.

　However, even the most powerful and legendary dragons, after losing a wing, find it difficult to maintain their proud and free flight.

　This ghost dragon, which is only a level seven undead unit, is even less capable of doing this.

　The ghost dragon, having lost one of its wings, immediately lost its balance and plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

　On this hellish battlefield, the fate of the Ghost Dragon, who has lost the ability to fly, is already sealed.

　Perhaps, in its final struggle, it could destroy some demons during its fall, but all of that would be in vain.

　Ultimately, it will be torn apart by other demons, becoming another cold skeleton on this battlefield, silently telling the story of the cruelty of this war.

　Ignoring the falling ghost dragon, the Temptress Lord's figure flickered again, appearing like a ghost above the head of the second ghost dragon.

　His hands gathered immense power derived from demonic blood, unleashing a spell-like ability called [Chaos Hammer].

　In an instant, a distorted spatial fluctuation suddenly erupted from its center, striking the ghost dragon directly like an invisible giant hammer, plunging it into brief chaos and disorientation, completely losing its direction of attack.

　Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Demon Lord suddenly swung his two-handed greatsword down.

　The sword light was as powerful as a thunderbolt, carrying a terrifying force capable of tearing through space itself.

　The demon dragon was split in two.

　Minced flesh and broken bones scattered in the air, raining down on this brutal battlefield, adding to the desolation of this hellish land.

　Then, the Temptress Lord's figure blurred again, and in an instant, it appeared behind the third ghost dragon.

　Before Ghost Dragon could react, the Temptress Lord's two-handed greatsword had already been swung out with lightning speed.

　The sword tip pierced its spine, carrying a terrifying force capable of easily crushing a newly manufactured Honkai Energy main battle tank of the Firemoth, pinning it firmly to the ground.

　The soul fire leaping within the ghost dragon's skull was filled with resentment and rage. It turned its head with all its might, attempting to devour the bewitching demon lord.

　But it was too late. The following [Shadow Strike] was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, carrying endless darkness and the aura of death, directly taking the life of the ghost dragon and plunging it into an eternal slumber.

　From dodging the deadly dragon's breath to successively defeating three ghost dragons, it only took a few breaths.

　But in just a few breaths, three ghostly dragons comparable to high-ranking demons fell and perished, becoming yet another footnote to the illustrious reputation of the Temptress Lord.

　"Who else dares to stand in my way?"

　The Demon Lord's deep and majestic voice echoed across the battlefield.

　Each word was like a heavy hammer, striking the heart of every living being who heard the proclamation, proclaiming His invincible and awe-inspiring power.

　If facing an army composed of mortals, His declaration might be enough to shake their morale, instill fear in them, and lower their spirits.

　Unfortunately, reality is always cruel, allowing no room for assumptions.

　The enemies the Temptress Lord is facing now are undead soldiers who know no fear and are unafraid of death.

　Therefore, His declaration, apart from further inspiring the fighting spirit of His demon legions and making them more convinced that their lord was as powerful and invincible as ever, did not stir up any substantial wavering in the undead legion.

　Just as the Demon Lord's proclamation resounded across the battlefield, its imposing aura seemingly freezing every inch of air, a purple-white light pierced the heavy gloom of the battlefield like a sharp blade, striking heavily where the Demon Lord had stood.

　This beam of light did not originate from the distant horizon, but from the edge of the battlefield, from the Honkai energy ray cannon that ran through the hull of the Charon-class light frigate.

　Moros knew perfectly well that although this Honkai energy ray was quite powerful, compared to the strength of a lesser demon lord, it was nothing more than child's play and could hardly cause any substantial damage.

　However, if it is used to conceal the subtle spatial ripples when he casts a teleportation spell, this Honkai energy ray is more than capable of doing so.

　Why did the necromancer intentionally increase the intensity of the battlefield?

　Everything was planned for this moment.

　Since the Temptress Lord couldn't suppress his surging bloodlust and chose to personally join the battle, Moros, having already achieved his goal, naturally had to take matters into his own hands and end this lesser demon lord.

　Without the slightest hesitation or delay, he decisively left the bridge of the Charon-class light frigate that had just completed a salvo.

　With his superb teleportation magic, he crossed the spatial chasm in the blink of an eye and appeared steadily behind the Temptress Lord.

　The next moment, a powerful spell used to seal off space swiftly swept across the entire battlefield.

　With the full force of a demigod-level necromancer's spell, the space of this battlefield has solidified into a solid barrier, rendering any attempt to escape the battlefield by teleportation a mere pipe dream.

　Of course, such a huge change could not possibly escape the keen senses of the Temptress Lord.

　Upon noticing the sudden change in the battlefield environment, the Temptress Lord, who had just shot down three ghost dragons, instantly turned extremely gloomy.

　He realized that he seemed to have fallen into a carefully designed trap.

　Unfortunately, by the time He realized this, it was already too late.

　After successfully sealing off the battlefield, Moros didn't utter a single unnecessary word. He immediately used a super magic technique called "Instant Spell Casting" to instantly cast the legendary spell "Death Avatar".

　"Roar!"

　With a deafening roar, a dragon of death, shrouded in thick black fog, appeared out of thin air.

　Without giving the Temptress Lord any time to react, a large amount of death magic rapidly gathered, transforming into a deadly dragon breath that swept towards the Temptress Lord.

　Although the Temptress Lord managed to withstand the incredibly powerful dragon's breath at the last moment thanks to the magical artifacts he carried, he felt no relief or joy whatsoever.

　Because He had deeply sensed that the breath of death contained the terrifying power of a true demigod.

Chapter 606 Fierce Battle and the Bewitching Demon Lord Falling into Madness

　Regardless of the Temptress Lord

　As expected, after successfully summoning a level 40 Death Avatar, Moros immediately took out a bottle of [Gift of the Magic Well] from his [Storage Ring] and drank it all in one gulp.

　Even though the necromancer's magic power had climbed to 7050 points, consuming a full 4500 points of magic power at once caused his magic power reserves to plummet to an extremely dangerous level.

　Don't forget that before casting the legendary spell [Avatar of Death], Moros had already cast a spatial confinement spell of astonishing power and coverage.

　Feeling his magic power rapidly recovering under the power of the potion, the necromancer focused all his attention on the battlefield between the Death Avatar and the Temptress Lord.

　The fact that the Temptress Lord could climb to the position of a lesser demon lord in such a perilous place as the Abyss speaks volumes about his wisdom and power.

　Even when relentlessly pursued by the embodiment of death and showing signs of being at a disadvantage, the Temptress Lord maintained clear judgment, knowing full well who her true opponent was.

　Therefore, even under immense pressure, He still devoted a portion of His attention to the necromancer.

　Then, the Temptress Lord's gaze caught the moment Moros drank the potion.

　Damn necromancer!

　Cursing inwardly, a sharp glint flashed in his brownish-yellow eyes.