Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　The intensity of the bombing back then is nothing compared to what we see now.

　She understood that sending Kevin, who had just undergone the super-transformation surgery and had not yet fully mastered his new powers, to face such a disaster would be tantamount to pushing him into the abyss of death.

　Out of her deep and passionate love for Kevin, May made a painful but wise decision—

　They entrusted their hope of survival to Kevin.

　"Kevin, hurry up. At your pace, you can't go any faster."

　It fell off!

　Mei's voice echoed through the research base's broadcasting system.

　These words were both an order and her most sincere wish.

　She hoped Kevin could escape this land that was about to turn into ruins, and move forward with her hopes and dreams, with her aspirations and beliefs for the future.

　When Kevin heard May's familiar and firm voice, he was as if he were shaken by an invisible force, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

　A look of disbelief and astonishment flashed across his azure eyes, followed by deep shock.

　The purple-white Honkai energy rays, the Honkai energy missiles pouring down like a torrential rain, and the fission bombs that were enough to overturn the entire battle situation all seemed to lose their inherent terror and oppression at this moment, because in his heart, only Mei's loving voice was echoing.

　Mei's words were like a ray of sunlight piercing through the gloom, illuminating his path forward and granting him permission to escape this purgatory without self-blame.

　However, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in Kevin's heart—he couldn't leave, he couldn't abandon Mei, the woman he loved deeply and was willing to protect with his life.

　He lowered his head, his fingers clenched into fists, and all the muscles in his body tensed.

　That was hatred for one's own weak strength.

　When he raised his head again, looking at the research base that was about to be swallowed up by the orbital bombardment, and at the relentless approaching disaster, his azure eyes revealed an unprecedented firmness and determination.

　"Mei, I won't leave."

　Faced with the surging Honkai energy missiles and rays, Kevin took a deep breath and mobilized all the remaining Honkai energy in his body.

　For Mei's sake, I must not back down!

　Kevin silently recited the mantra and waved his hands forward.

　The next moment, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and crystal-clear ice walls rose up from the ground, firmly protecting the research base within.

　The moment these ice walls formed, the sounds of explosions and the roar of ice shattering intertwined, creating a tragic and desolate battle song.

　However, even though Kevin had given it his all, any defense seemed so weak and powerless under the concentrated bombardment of more than a hundred Honkai energy fission bombs.

　When the first fission bomb exploded in the air, releasing a dazzling yet destructive light and energy wave, Kevin knew that everything was beyond saving.

　"Mei, I'm sorry..."

　An overwhelming grief welled up in Kevin's heart.

　Tears involuntarily slid down my cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground and condensing into beads.

　But he did not give up and continued to do his best to maintain the ice wall that was teetering on the brink of collapse under the orbital bombardment.

　Even if such an action is futile.

　However, as more fission bombs exploded in succession, the ice wall enveloping the entire research base began to shake violently.

　Under the immense impact, the layers of ice walls shattered, turning into ice shards that flew everywhere.

　Amidst the chaos and flames, Kevin clearly saw May's eyes filled with worry and reluctance. She tried to run towards him, but was violently blasted away by the raging energy wave.

　This scene was like a sharp bayonet, deeply piercing Kevin's heart.

　At this critical moment of life and death, an unprecedented power surged within Kevin, a potential unleashed by his deep love and reluctance to part with Mei.

　He swung his arm again, trying to use his last bit of strength to carve a path for Mei to survive.

　Even if this hope is like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished.

　Just then, a fission bomb exploded less than ten meters away from him, instantly engulfing Kevin and May together, turning them into a dazzling yet tragic firework display, freezing this eternal moment.

Chapter 851 Conquest and Domination

　With Kevin's demise, the icy barrier he meticulously constructed using the genes of [Parvati] also collapsed.

　Without the protection of that constantly self-repairing ice wall, the research base, which had no significant defensive advantages other than its secrecy, naturally had no chance of surviving the fierce orbital bombardment launched by four hundred starships.

　Standing on the bridge of the Kingfisher-class light cruiser, Moros witnessed everything through the magical projection in front of him.

　Under the dazzling light of the Honkai energy fission bomb, the research base that carried the last hope of human civilization was completely evaporated and vanished into nothingness.

　With the threat of the fusion warriors gone, the necromancer was able to act without restraint, accelerating the process of conquering this world bubble.

　Prior to this, due to the uncertainty of the Fusion Warriors potentially appearing at any time to disrupt the situation, the Undead Legion's actual combat deployments were limited to the Undead units and their associated Undead engines deployed on the Charon-class light frigates.

　However, with the disappearance of the fusion warriors as a deterrent, Moros was naturally able to devote the main force of the undead legion to the conquest of this world bubble.

　In fact, he not only thought so, but he also did so.

　With the swing of the [Staff of the Underworld], magnificent interdimensional portals appeared on the ground of this world.

　The world suddenly opened up.

　From these interdimensional portals, which are often hundreds of meters wide, massive numbers of undead troops and their associated undead engines poured out.

　It is worth mentioning that all the important military bases on this planet have been completely destroyed in the previous three rounds of orbital bombardment.

　In other words, by this point, there are no longer any organized, powerful, regular armies on Earth within this bubble.

　Of course, this only applies to the regular armies of powerful nations; the armies of smaller countries, relatively speaking, have been preserved in greater terms.

　This is also something that can't be helped.

　The Death Fleet consists of only six hundred warships, and the firepower it can deliver per unit of time is ultimately limited.

　With the third round of orbital bombardment focused entirely on the research base where Kevin and May were located, the remaining two rounds of bombardment naturally needed to prioritize targeting those that posed a real threat.

　As it turns out, Moros's strategic decisions were not fundamentally flawed.

　Faced with the undead legions that roamed freely using teleportation spells, the armies of those small and medium-sized countries were utterly powerless to mount an effective resistance.

　Before these troops could complete their assembly, the Death Fleet, now completely freed from the arduous task of being vigilant against the fusion warrior raids, demonstrated the crucial role of orbital control in planetary landing operations with precise fire from synchronous orbit.

　Under the orbital strikes of the Death Fleet, the armies and armed forces that had already been severely damaged in the first three rounds of bombing quickly collapsed.

　With the loss of resistance from these organized armed forces, the undead army's advance was virtually unimpeded.

　Of course, if the sporadic patriots and a small number of police can be considered as resistance, then the undead army did fight a few battles.

　Thanks to teleportation spells such as portals and the existence of the Great Lich Mage Corps, all the major industrial cities on this planet fell into the hands of the undead army in just over three days.

　At this stage, Moros's conquest of the world bubble was coming to an end.

　After all, given the logistical needs of modern armies, once they lose the support of the industrial system, they will soon find themselves in dire straits and unable to continue operating.

　The situation unfolded exactly as the necromancer had predicted.

　Three months after the fall of the last industrial town, the resistance organizations that had fought so hard, despite their bravery and fearlessness, eventually disappeared helplessly into the terrifying deathly breath of the Ghost Dragons after exhausting their last reserves, turning into dust in history.

　At this point, the world bubble was completely subjugated under Moros's staff.

　Unlike the transformation strategies employed for the first three world bubbles, Moros found himself unable to convert all the beings within the world bubble into his own soul reserves as easily as he had in the past.

　Alicia was indeed willing to make the necessary compromises for her deep love for Morros.

　However, this does not mean that she would condone necromancers raising their knives against ordinary people in this world.

　Her heart was always with those innocent lives.

　Moreover, Moros had solemnly promised his beloved pink fairy, Alicia, that he would never indiscriminately kill ordinary people.

　In this complex and delicate situation, Moros naturally could not, as he had done when conquering the three world bubbles, send out his undead legions to carry out mass killings without restraint, and then transform this world bubble, which was the size of an Earth-like planet, into his resource production base.

　However, this minor problem was of no concern to Moros.

　With the power of the [Vampire Transformation Dagger] and the [Vampire Transformation Array], he transformed a large number of shrewd and capable individuals into vampires, granting them long lifespans and extraordinary powers, and making them manage this world bubble in his place.

　This method of rule is quite similar to the methods used by necromancers in that civilization era that was destroyed by the Herrscher of the End.

　Moros made clear demands of these newly converted vampires—to pay tithes and to obey his official orders in absolute obedience.

　He made it very clear to the vampires groveling at his feet that if they could do these two things, they could rule the planet as they pleased.

　After understanding the conditions proposed by the necromancer, the burning ambition in the eyes of these newborn vampires became impossible to conceal.

　They secretly plotted that by paying a portion of their wealth and remaining loyal to Moros's orders, they could gain the power to rule the planet.

　These conditions far exceeded their most optimistic expectations!

　Driven by the intense temptation of becoming a powerful ruler, these vampires couldn't wait to take action.

　They divided up their territories and eagerly began to build their own systems of governance.

　Some vampires, seeking outward glamour, imitate human democracy, establishing so-called parliaments to elect leaders and thus legitimize their rule.

　The cloak of law.

　Some vampires are even more direct and brutal. They abandon any form of disguise, directly crown themselves as kings, establish a dictatorship, and enjoy the power of life and death over all living beings in their territory.

　Other vampires yearn for the ancient feudal system. They emulate the aristocratic system in Western European history, dividing their territories into several fiefdoms and granting them to loyal subordinates, thereby establishing a hierarchical, decentralized yet closely interconnected ruling network.

　Regardless of their chosen method of rule, these vampires strictly adhered to their promise to Moros, paying tithes on time and in full, and maintaining absolute obedience to his commands.

Chapter 852 Mourning and Choice

　After successfully establishing a basic ruling order, Moros was not in a hurry to leave this world bubble.

　Through preliminary magical detection and the detailed information obtained during the conquest of human civilization within this world bubble, he has gained a rather profound understanding of the historical context of this world bubble.

　Just as he predicted, what was constantly being repeated in this world bubble was the history of the pre-civilization period—

　From the arrival of the first Great Collapse until the fall of the final meteorite, a period of more than ten years passed.

　This is quite normal.

　The world bubble was originally a failed product not recognized by the Tree of Imaginary Numbers.

　It makes perfect sense that they keep cycling through a specific point in time.

　Because of this, the necromancer has made some initial speculations about the future direction of this world.

　If my guess is correct, then the next one to descend should be the Eighth Lawrence—the Lawrence of Consciousness.

　With a thought in mind, Moros sent a command via mental link to the artificial soul aggregate controlling the Kingfisher-class light cruiser he and Alicia were on to land on the surface.

　This is a great opportunity.

　Gazing at the ever-changing scenery beyond the high-strength synthetic glass of the naval bridge, the necromancer's lips curled into a playful smile.

　He did indeed promise his beloved pink fairy that he would not raise a knife against the ordinary people in this world.

　But this does not mean that he is unable to convert the souls of these people into his own soul reserves.

　If Moros's conjecture is not off track, then it wouldn't be long before he was able to extract a massive amount of human souls from this world bubble.

　after all……

　When the final meteorite fell during the Cretaceous period, only free birds could escape their predetermined demise.

　When the storm of world destruction subsides and the world bubble restarts, the necromancer will be fully capable of repeating his previous methods and once again firmly controlling this world bubble.

　With the technological level of the restarted human civilization, the energy and effort he needs to invest in the next war of conquest will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

　Furthermore, the restart of the World Bubble is also a rare and valuable opportunity for Moros.

　By observing the restart process of this world bubble, he will have the opportunity to glimpse some of the underlying operating rules of the tree sea system.

　Understanding the underlying workings of one's own world community is a crucial step that must be taken to ascend to the throne of the God of Source Power.

　With such a bright future, Moros was naturally full of motivation.

　Just as Moros was tirelessly setting up one Territory-level Soul Collection Array after another on this blue Earth embedded in the World Bubble, Alicia also stepped into the ruins of the research base where Kevin and May had once performed the super-transformation surgery.

　Although it is called a ruin, it is actually just a desolate place ravaged by the orbital fire of four hundred starships.

　Apart from the numerous vitrified craters formed by the cooling of molten metal at high temperatures, there is no trace of the past left.

　Even so, Miss Pink Fairy still chose to come here to bid a final farewell to Kevin and May, who had passed away in this world bubble.

　The soles of the over-the-knee boots tapped on the cold, hard, vitreous ground, producing a series of crisp, slightly melancholic footsteps.

　Her gaze lingered among the lifeless craters, trying to capture a trace of warmth and light from the past in these lifeless traces.

　After a while, Alicia stopped and stood quietly in front of a huge crater created by the Honkai energy fission bomb.