Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Moreover, fear and bloodshed, these human weaknesses, are long gone from the memory of the Fear Knight.

　They do not tremble at the sound of gunfire, nor do they fall because of pain, for flowing within them is an inexhaustible magic of death.

　Faced with the fearful knights charging forward despite machine gun fire and rocket bombardment, the private soldiers operating the machine guns felt a deep sense of dread.

　Especially after discovering that even rocket-propelled grenades fired from rocket launchers could not kill these terrifying monsters, the fear in the hearts of these top henchmen kept by the powerful and wealthy became even more uncontrollable.

　If it weren't for the officers supervising the battle having cultivated a deep enough authority over them, they probably would have already dropped their weapons, abandoned their positions, and fled in disarray.

　Private armies are not regular armies.

　Perhaps in small-scale battles, they can gain an advantage by relying on superior weaponry and training.

　However, in real large-scale battlefields, private soldiers are often not as resilient as regular troops.

　Getting back to the point, thanks to the deterrent effect of those officers, the private soldiers operating machine guns and rocket launchers managed to hold their ground before the Fear Knights broke through their lines, and did not flee immediately.

　However, this also cost them their last chance to survive.

　When the makeshift defenses are breached, how can two-legged humans possibly escape the pursuit of four-legged fear knights?

　Even ordinary cavalry could easily hunt down two-legged infantry after a battle.

　Not to mention the powerful undead unit, the Dread Knight, which relies on necromancy to return from the dead.

　As undead, the Dread Knights are tireless;

　As a unit, they execute the necromancer's orders flawlessly;

　As the most powerful mid-tier undead units, their individual combat strength far surpasses that of ordinary humans.

　Even though these private soldiers had received rigorous training and were proficient in various tactics and techniques, this was still the case.

　Furthermore, the Dread Knights are renowned cavalry across the continent of Entagrey, and their running speed is unmatched by ordinary cavalry on Earth who have not mastered supernatural powers.

　On Earth, the maximum charging speed of a well-trained armored knight is only 30 kilometers per hour.

　Even with the Honkai energy enhancement, the speed of the Fate Knight only increased by one-third, or 40 km/h.

　It is obvious that on the continent of Entagri, such speed is simply not enough to meet the needs of a high-intensity battlefield with a large number of supernatural forces involved.

　Therefore, thanks to the improvements made by generations of spellcasters, the cavalry forces of the Ashan world and the cavalry forces of Earth are now on completely different levels in this respect.

　Take, for example, the Dread Knights who are currently charging forward—

　Thanks to the meticulous improvements made by the Grand Lichs of the Necropolis faction, this powerful undead unit now boasts an astonishing charge speed of 70 kilometers per hour.

　This is already the highest flight speed for civilian hang gliders!

　Clearly, humans without superhuman abilities have no chance of escaping the pursuit of such terrifying undead soldiers.

　Getting back to the main point, given the speed of the Fear Knights' charge, in just a few minutes, the cleavers mercilessly fell upon the private soldiers operating machine guns and rocket launchers at the forefront.

　Then, a rout began.

　The seemingly impregnable defensive positions built by the private soldiers were easily breached, and with each swing of the sabers, severed limbs and blood splattered everywhere.

　With the complete collapse of the first line of defense, panic spread rapidly among the private army like a plague.

　Those soldiers who had initially tried to hold their ground now had only endless despair and a strong instinct for survival in their eyes.

　They began to discard the weapons and equipment that had once given them a false sense of security, and instead scattered and fled, seeking any possible way to escape.

　However, the Knights of Fear did not slow down in the slightest despite the private army's rout.

　On the contrary, they became increasingly excited by this one-sided massacre.

　Driven by the Knights of Fear, the sabers, like the scythe of death, reaped lives time and again.

　On the streets, where chaos and despair intertwine, some private soldiers try to find cover, but in this ruin and smoke, where is there any truly safe place?

　Faced with the ever-approaching threat of death, some private soldiers even resorted to killing each other in order to seize vehicles that could allow for a quick escape.

　They forgot their former camaraderie, their shared mission and interests, leaving only a desire to live and a fear of death.

　Unfortunately, such behavior only increases death and suffering.

　The Dread Knights don't care about these human conflicts and grudges; their only goal is...

　One—to completely annihilate all life in front of you.

　Out of consideration for Alicia's feelings, Moros restrained the undead army from slaughtering innocent civilians.

　However, the necromancers showed no leniency towards any armed forces that dared to resist the advance of the undead legion.

　In his eyes, these rebels were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, courting their own death.

　In this one-sided battle, the commanders of the private armies were also doing their best to try to reverse the defeat.

　They shouted, trying to rouse morale with firm voices, but their voices were quickly drowned out by a wave of fear and despair.

　In the face of death, all efforts seem so pale and powerless.

　Finally, when the last bit of resistance was trampled under the iron hooves of the Fear Knights, the entire street fell into a deathly silence.

　Only the heavy hoofbeats of the Fear Knights and the occasional low growls reminded people of the horrific and brutal massacre that had just taken place here.

Chapter 847 Slaughter and Coercion

　World Bubble, Twilight Street, the street where the Aponia Sanatorium is located.

　"Hahaha……"

　Panting heavily, a group of gangsters stumbled into the street from the next block.

　Half an hour earlier, their gang stronghold was suddenly attacked by a Blood Earl.

　With his crisis awareness honed through countless life-or-death battles, the gang leader realized that his military assault rifle posed almost no threat to the bat-winged monster. He immediately and decisively led his trusted men to flee the stronghold, which had now turned into a battlefield.

　Perhaps they were destined to live, or perhaps the other members in the stronghold attracted the attention of the Blood Earl, or perhaps the earl simply did not take these ant-like beings seriously.

　In short, after escaping the stronghold, these gangsters encountered no more advanced undead units, except for some skeleton archers and plague zombies.

　Even so, when they finally made their way into the street where the Aponia Sanatorium was located, the group that had originally numbered more than a dozen people had dwindled to just a handful.

　This is not unexpected.

　While skeleton archers and plague zombies are not as powerful as the more advanced undead units, they are by no means easy enemies to deal with.

　Yes, they are within the range that human soldiers with firearms can handle, but that does not mean they are weak and vulnerable.

　The skeletal arrows fired by the skeleton archers are incredibly powerful, no less so than bullets fired from a military pistol. Their skeletal bodies also give them remarkable resistance to piercing damage such as bullets.

　As for the plague zombies?

　Their bulky bodies slowed them down, but also gave them excellent defensive capabilities.

　Pistol bullets have difficulty penetrating their skin, and even bullets fired from assault rifles can only barely break through the green epidermis and struggle to penetrate the muscle tissue, but they cannot break their bones at all.

　Obviously, people who are busy escaping will not carry much weaponry or equipment.

　Realizing that pistol and rifle bullets were almost ineffective against these undead creatures, the gang leader displayed extraordinary decisiveness, quickly ordering his men to scatter and flee.

　Fortunately, the goddess of fortune seemed to smile upon him at this moment.

　After the group split up, the gang leader and his henchmen were only targeted by a few plague zombies, but luckily avoided the more deadly skeleton archers.

　However, even under such circumstances, after more than ten minutes of desperate running, they were exhausted and panting heavily.

　"Quick, let's go!"

　The gang leader urged them anxiously.

　He turned his head to look back and made sure that the green plague zombies had not followed him, and then he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

　Even so, this menacing-looking gangster dared not relax for a moment, because he knew that the real safe haven had not yet been reached.

　"Hang in there a little longer, we'll be at the nun's sanatorium soon. Once we get there, we'll be safe!"

　He constantly encouraged his men, trying to unleash their final potential.

　On ordinary days, the gangsters and thugs of Dusk Street, and even the more troublesome ones, all know that the Aponia Sanatorium is inviolable.

　That nun possessed the power to warp human minds, a power that inspired awe in everyone, making them hesitant to offend her.

　In the absence of significant conflicts of interest, they would rather avoid this being with mysterious powers than become her enemy.

　Although the thugs of Twilight Street are ruthless and lawless, they showed a rare display of rationality when dealing with the Aponia Sanatorium.

　They're just a few dozen orphans, aren't they?

　Isn't she just a beautiful nun?

　Compared to one's own mind, these temptations are utterly insignificant.

　However, in this difficult time when the entire Twilight Street had become a battlefield, the Aponia sanatorium became...

　In the eyes of some insiders, it was the last pure land.

　Since that nun can twist human minds, she can surely make those attacking monsters obey her.

　Of course you can!

　With this belief, or rather, this self-comfort, everyone who knew why Aponia's sanatorium could stand firm on Twilight Street flocked there.

　Unfortunately, none of the steps taken toward the Aponia Sanatorium, including those of this gang of thugs, escaped Moros's keen observation.

　How could Moros possibly let those who tried to hinder his carefully planned planetary landing succeed?

　Just as the gang of thugs caught a glimmer of hope as they caught sight of the solemn and sacred cathedral-like building of the Aponia Sanatorium, a yellowish-green cloud of death suddenly descended from the sky.

　Before they could even utter a cry of agony, these gang thugs were completely swallowed up by that terrifying cloud of death.

　Their bodies quickly decayed, eventually turning into a pool of pus and blood, disappearing into this land of despair.

　That's right, right next to the Aponia Sanatorium, the necromancer has assigned a team of high liches to deal with any escapees who try to break into the sanatorium.

　"Humph!"

　Having witnessed yet another group of fugitives turn to pus and blood under the cloud of death, the white-haired man standing in front of the mottled iron gate of the Aponia Sanatorium snorted coldly.

　His voice betrayed an undisguised anger.

　If a seasoned veteran who frequents the shadows of Dusk Street were here, he would surely be surprised that this white-haired man, who usually wears a strange metal mask, is so "restrained" today.

　"Qianjie, please do not act impulsively."

　A gentle yet solemn female voice rang out, and the power of the [Discipline] descended upon Qianjie.

　"Apponia!"

　Qianjie clenched his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

　However, even under such emotional pressure, he did not take any extreme actions.

　Even his usual tactic when facing Aponia—turning away—was not used this time.

　The reason is simple and direct.

　Right in front of Thousand Calamity and Aponia, three whole Thousand Soul Heads were floating.

　Initially, when Aponia, with a compassionate heart, attempted to save the first group of refugees to arrive, the three heads of the Thousand Souls descended from the sky and blocked her and Thousand Calamities' path.

　The undisguised aura of legendary status forced Thousand Calamity and Aponia to stop in their tracks.

　During this period, Aponia and Thousand Calamities had not yet undergone the baptism of the Super Transformation Surgery, and their strength was far from reaching the level they had when they became Heroes.

　Faced with these three legendary undead soldiers—the Thousand Souls—they were capable of winning, but powerless to stop the Thousand Souls from slaughtering everyone else in the sanatorium before their death.

Chapter 848 A Thousand Tribulations' Compromise and the Decisive Circumstances of Twilight Street

　As yet another group of fugitives hurriedly stepped into the street where the Aponia Sanatorium was located, only to be unfortunately dissolved one by one into puddles of viscous liquid under the death cloud cast by the great liches, Qianjie's anger finally broke free from the shackles of reason.

　His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were taut to the limit, his veins bulged like dragons, and his whole body exuded a chillingly violent aura.

　Just as he gathered all his strength, determined to unleash his fury on the three Thousand Soul Heads floating leisurely in the air, the whole world seemed to be paused at that moment.

　A heavy sense of oppression suddenly swept over the street like a giant wave, completely enveloping it, which had become a living hell.

　Qianjie's movements suddenly froze. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of gloom and landing on the vast, boundless night sky.

　His bloodshot eyes reflected a shocking scene that forced him to halt his actions.

　The night sky, which was originally covered by thick black clouds, was now being torn apart by an irresistible force.

　The Charon-class corvette—this steel behemoth with a total mass of 10 tons—pierced through the heavy obstruction of the clouds, hovering low above the Aponia Sanatorium in an almost provocative manner.

　The ship's hull, with a long axis of 500 meters, gleamed with a chilling luster under the faint starlight.