Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Of course, if Vita wanted to stay, he would gladly accept this demigod-level powerhouse into his ranks.

　Necromancers never hide their desire for power and their pursuit of beauty.

　And Vita...

　She not only possesses stunning beauty, but as Sa's agent, she has also proven her worth through outstanding performance over a long period of time.

　But what is more crucial, and what Moros values ​​most, is the information Vita possesses about Sa.

　Yes, even now, the necromancer has not given up on his idea of ​​harming Suo.

　This is not difficult to understand.

　In any case, no matter how the situation evolves, Sa cannot pose a truly fatal threat to him.

　Therefore, necromancers with sufficient tolerance for error are naturally qualified to regard So as a stepping stone to climb to a higher level of power.

　However, since Vita politely declined his "kind invitation," Moros would not press the matter.

　Moros, who was well aware of the course of history in the world, knew very well that as time went by, Vita's dissatisfaction with Sa would accumulate.

　When her dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain critical point, she will naturally have the idea of ​​breaking free from the shackles of the shackles.

　When that time comes, Vita will surely come to him for help.

　For a necromancer who has already transformed into a vampire lord and possesses a lifespan comparable to that of the stars, such a period of waiting is entirely acceptable.

　Getting back to the main point, after successfully retrieving his agents, Sa began to withdraw the ten bodies that had penetrated deep into the material universe.

　The previous fierce battle not only made Moros realize his own strength level, but also allowed So to gain a wealth of information.

　Based on the information she had obtained through these trials, she was quite certain that the necromancer could not defeat her in the Sea of ​​Quanta.

　Given this, for Sa, who always placed great importance on energy accumulation, retrieving his own limbs became a necessary measure to mitigate the losses.

After the battle in Chapter 759 ended

　Moros, of course, saw clearly the actions of Saha in retrieving those limbs that had extended into the material universe—the actions of the One Mind and Three Delusions.

　But he did not entertain the idea of ​​stopping her.

　Despite the fact that the necromancer has always had the upper hand in past confrontations, and even once captured Vita, the agent of So, in a time-distorting field, his advantage is actually far from being as unshakeable as it seems.

　Admittedly, having transformed itself into a high-dimensional plant rooted in the sea of ​​quantum mechanics, it is indeed difficult for So to pose a real threat to Moros's life.

　However, relying on her massive energy reserves and the power of "omniscience," she is able to continuously inject the automatic annihilation mechanism, "One Mind, Three Confusions," into the material universe.

　Perhaps there is an upper limit to the number of limbs that Sa can extend into the material universe at any given time, but it is obvious that the ten-headed One Heart Three Bewilders, whose strength is comparable to that of a demigod, are by no means Sa's limit.

　Even a necromancer whose strength is only one step away from the limit of demigod would have to use his precious soul reserves to kill these ten One-Mind Three-Temptation beings with ease.

　Clearly, it would be extremely irrational to try to compete with the almost infinite energy reserves of the Sona with a soul reserve that is difficult to replenish in a short period of time.

　In the previous battle, Moros did indeed annihilate sixteen One Hearts and Three Bewilders whose combat power reached the demigod level, but behind this victory lay a heavy price.

　The power of omniscience is granted

　Liaosuo's near-perfect ability to foresee the future.

　To effectively strike at a being with such power, given the necromancer's current capabilities, large-scale area-of-effect (AOE) spells are the best option.

　As we all know, when facing a powerful single enemy, the damage dealt by AOE skills is far lower than that of single-target attacks.

　To compensate for this lack of attack power, Moros had no choice but to painfully consume a huge amount of his soul reserves to enhance the power of the legendary spell [Soul Circulation].

　That's the soul of 4 million people!

　Even with the assistance of the Twelfth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Corruption, Rin, Moros's soul reserves barely reached four times that number.

　This is not something that is difficult to understand.

　In the brutal battle against the Herrscher of the End, the necromancer had already depleted a considerable amount of his soul reserves.

　Now, a mere clash that is more of a probing exchange has already devoured such a vast amount of soul resources.

　From this perspective, the price he paid to annihilate those sixteen One-Mind-Three-Delusion beings was certainly not cheap.

　My family knows their own affairs.

　Moros knew very well that this amount of soul reserves could not possibly last until he was defeated.

　Although, based on his understanding of So, it was highly unlikely that this high-dimensional plant would continue this battle, which had lost much of its meaning for her, because of a mere ten limbs, the necromancer was unwilling to take the risk.

　As long as you don't gamble, you won't lose!

　Rather than pointlessly expending her soul reserves to fight for a temporary advantage, Moros preferred to be more magnanimous and let So retract her limbs.

　His move yielded good results.

　Realizing that the necromancer had not hindered his intention to retrieve the ten One-Mind-Three-Temptation creatures, a deep solemnity flashed in the eyes of So, hidden in the abyss of the Quantum Sea.

　It seems he still retains considerable strength...

　With this thought flashing through his mind, Suo decisively withdrew all ten limbs that had extended into the material universe and actively sealed off the quantum rifts connecting the quantum sea and the material universe.

　Is it over...?

　Having witnessed the battle between the necromancer and So come to an end, the Cocoon of the End, perched atop the bright moon, withdrew its profound gaze from the cosmic space where the battlefield had been.

　With such terrifying power that rivals that of a star god, this being is naturally able to perceive every move between Moros and Sao.

　Out of special interest in the necromancer, He willingly devoted His time to observing this battle, which He saw as child's play.

　The fact that the two supreme beings, the Imaginary Tree and the Sea of ​​Quanta, could even give it their attention, even just a fleeting glance, was enough to pique the Cocoon of the End's intense interest in the necromancer.

　Although He dared not take any substantial action due to the majesty of the Imaginary Tree and the Sea of ​​Quanta, this did not prevent the Cocoon of the End from occasionally keeping an eye on Moros.

　The Cocoon of the End understood perfectly well that it was ultimately something that could attract the attention of the two supreme beings in the Tree Sea system. Paying more attention to it would not require any extra effort, so why not?

　If you happen to gain some unexpected benefits in the process, that would be the icing on the cake.

　It was this attention that allowed the Cocoon of the End to see many details that Sa had never noticed before.

　Their strength is decent; at least until those consumables run out, they're worth my serious attention...

　After making such an assessment of the necromancer's strength, the Cocoon of the End turned its gaze to the blue planet that was only a stone's throw away from the moon.

　My interest in necromancers stemmed purely from curiosity.

　What the Cocoon of the End truly values ​​is its unwavering pursuit—embracing.

　Moros remained completely unmoved by the attention emanating from the Cocoon of the End.

　The waves stirred up by the fierce battle with Sa were so vast that it was entirely reasonable for the Cocoon of the End, whose strength was comparable to that of a Star God, to be alarmed.

　Now that it has been noticed, the attention that follows is a natural consequence.

　After all, in the already concluded Final Judgment, he had the honor of meeting the ruler of the Honkai Judgment—the Cocoon of the End.

　At that time, the necromancer had already keenly sensed the unusual attitude that the Cocoon of the End held towards him.

　If the Cocoon of the End were to remain indifferent to this fierce battle that suddenly erupted in the cosmos surrounding Mars, that would be truly abnormal.

　However, even with a premonition in his heart, facing the Cocoon of the End, whose strength far surpassed his own, Moros had to maintain a facade of ignorance and indifference.

　If you lack the strength, this is all you can do.

　He had no choice but to endure and strategize.

　But this is only temporary.

　When he is able to ignite the divine fire, raise the divine throne, and ascend to godhood one day, Moros will naturally settle all past grievances with the Cocoon of the End.

　Getting back to the main point, after So returned to the Sea of ​​Quanta, the necromancer also opened a teleportation channel to the Charon-class light frigate that Velvie and the others were on.

　"How are things? Are Vilvie and the others alright?"

　As soon as he stepped into the teleportation room of the Charon-class light frigate, Moros couldn't wait to inquire about the current situation from the artificial soul aggregate that was controlling this steel behemoth with a total mass of nearly 100,000 tons.

　"Your Majesty, due to the impact of the previous battle, the warship's external observation and aiming systems have suffered some damage..."

　The voice of the artificial soul aggregate was cold and mechanical.

　At the same time, a drone took off from a hidden corner of the teleportation room and quickly flew to the necromancer's front.

Chapter 760: Reunion

　Glancing at the damage report of the ship projected onto the air in front of him by the drone, and the rough image of the ship with the damaged areas marked in bright red, Moros impatiently interrupted the artificial soul aggregate's detailed report.

　“We can talk about these trivial matters later. Now, tell me about the current situation of Vilvie and the others.”

　Although the exchange price of a Charon-class light frigate exceeded 100 million Ashan gold coins, in the eyes of the necromancer, the safety of Velvet and the others was undoubtedly more important than the damage suffered by the Charon-class light frigate.

　"Yes, Your Majesty."

　Responding to Morros's command, the artificial soul aggregate controlling the Charon-class light frigate quickly switched the ship damage report and rough image of the ship to a real-time video feed from the cabin where Vilvie and the others were located.

　"Your Majesty, Ms. Vervi, Ms. Alicia, Ms. Mebius, and Ms. Eden are currently on the bridge, closely monitoring the battlefield dynamics transmitted back in real time by the detection system."

　Through the report from the artificial soul aggregate, Moros quickly figured out the specific actions of Velvey and the others during his fierce battle with So.

　Although they longed to fight alongside the necromancer, Velvey and the others knew that against such a powerful opponent as Russo, their strength would only be a burden on the battlefield.

　Unwilling to burden their loved ones, even if their hearts are filled with worry and concern, they can only choose to wait silently.

　Even so, Velvi and her team remained steadfast on the bridge of the warship, constantly monitoring every bit of battlefield information fed back by the ship's detection system.

　Deeply moved by the profound emotions behind Vervie and the others' actions, a warm feeling welled up in Moros's heart.

　"Very good, I'll go to the bridge now."

　Seemingly remembering something, he stopped in his tracks and added...

　"Is there a problem with the ship's propulsion system?"

　"Yes, Your Majesty. The ship's propulsion system is functioning normally and is ready to execute your orders at any time."

　Upon hearing the affirmative reply from the artificial soul aggregate, Moros decisively issued new instructions.

　"Destination: Earth, let's go."

　After saying that, he strode off towards the bridge.

　Just as Moros was receiving a report from the artificial soul aggregate controlling the Charon-class light frigate, on the bridge of the warship, Velvey was also facing questioning from Mebius.

　"Vilvie, when you designed the warship, didn't you foresee this possible situation?"

　Mebius’s voice carried a hint of reproach.

　Her gaze was fixed on the extremely blurry real-time battlefield image projected in the center of the bridge.

　Even with the keen eyesight of a fusion warrior, she could hardly discern the true situation of the battlefield.

　“I did consider this possibility, but I certainly didn’t expect to encounter this level of complexity and uncertainty.”

　Frustrated, the girl with short, two-tone hair tapped the buttons on the control panel, her voice tinged with helplessness.

　Clearly, the current situation has exceeded her initial design expectations.

　The Charon-class light corvette has proven in actual combat that it is a high-performance space warship.

　However, this warship was designed before the Ninth Great Collapse.

　Even with Vilvi's foresight ahead of her time, she could not have predicted that Moros's strength would grow so rapidly.

　Admittedly, the necromancer at that time had already stepped into the threshold of the demigod level.

　However, there are vast differences between demigods.

　The fierce battle between Moros and Sa vividly illustrates this point.

　Before the necromancer of today, the limbs that So extended into the material universe—those with power comparable to demigods—could not pose any real threat to him.

　Under the fierce impact of the legendary spell [Soul Circulation] unleashed by Moros, the automatic annihilation mechanisms that were comparable to demigods were destroyed in large swaths.

　It should be noted that when the Charon-class light corvettes were first built, Moros's strength was not much greater than that of Ichishin Sanho.

　It could even be said that if a real fight broke out, he might not have been able to defeat this twisted and enormous monster.

　Such a huge gap in strength naturally makes the seemingly sufficient and redundant design appear inadequate today.

　With his intelligence, Möbius naturally saw through this perfectly.

　However, she had no intention of arguing at the moment.

　"Sigh, I really don't know what to say about you..."

　Before she could finish her sarcastic remark, the steel gates of the bridge roared open.