Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 10

Hearing Moros's compliment, Elysia was taken aback for a moment before a sweet smile bloomed on her face.

While she wasn't a professional musician, Elysia always gratefully accepted the audience's praise.

"What a cute little fan..."

After sizing up the little boy in front of her, Elysia smiled and asked Moros a question that seemed rather strange to others.

"Do you already know me?"

After all, she was Origin's Herrscher. Even though she was far from mature, Elysia could still discern many things that others couldn't.

She could sense the hint of joy in Moros's gaze when he looked at her.

This subtle emotional nuance might be imperceptible to others, but to Elysia, it was as clear as day.

As expected of Elysia, she can see through that...

Moros mused inwardly and fell silent.

He didn't want to lie to Elysia, but he also couldn't answer the question without lying.

"..."

Moros opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

Seeing Moros's reaction, Elysia slyly narrowed her eyes.

"Honestly, can't you be more straightforward like me and just call me cute?"

She playfully winked, seemingly teasing Moros for his shyness and reserve.

Is this what they call a social terrorist? Terrifying indeed...

Thinking this, Moros gained a more direct understanding of Elysia's abilities.

But this is fine too...

After all, as a being of the Paragon tier, Moros could still force himself to calm down by channeling the mana within him.

"Miss, my name is Moros. May I be so fortunate as to know your name?"

"My name is Elysia, as you can see, a maiden as shy as a flower."

Although she was a little miffed that Moros had skipped over their previous conversation, the understanding Elysia wouldn't press a child who looked so adorable.

She was a true beauty-lover, after all. How could she do something so ungraceful?

"Alright, it's getting late. If my cute little fan has nothing else, I'll be heading back to rest."

Elysia yawned, covering her mouth, looking utterly charming.

"You know, staying up late is the enemy of beautiful girls. So, little Moros, we'll meet again next time."

"Mhm, see you next time."

Moros replied with a smile, but felt a pang of loss.

It wasn't until Elysia's figure disappeared from his sight that Moros belatedly realized he hadn't gotten the pink fairy lady's contact information.

This annoyed Moros, but he quickly adjusted his mood.

After all, this encounter with Elysia was an unexpected joy. He had only gone to Changkong City to study abroad and hadn't expected to meet Elysia, who was traveling.

He knew such encounters were rare and understood that life's fortunes were unpredictable.

Moros decided to go with the flow, trusting in fate's arrangements.

He believed that he and Elysia were destined to meet again in the future.

On the way back to the cabin, the two bodyguards exchanged glances without end.

Did the young master take a liking to that little girl?

Don't know.

Should we tell the boss about this?

Don't know.

Why don't you know anything?

Don't know.

"Hmm?"

Just then, Moros, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

"Who are you?"

He asked calmly, a hint of authority in his voice.

It was only then that the two bodyguards realized they were surrounded by several stern-faced men in suits.

Although Frakt could be considered a significant figure in that nameless town, he was merely a black glove operating within the underworld. The professionalism of the bodyguards he provided was not something to be overly relied upon.

Of course, besides the bodyguards' need for improved professionalism, there was another crucial reason why Moros could detect these ill-intentioned individuals before they did.

It was because he had already advanced to the Paragon tier, his physical fitness comparable to an A-Rank Valkyrie, and his perception naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"Moros?"

"Who are you?"

Repeating the question, Moros circulated the magic within his body, gathering it on his skin to form an invisible magic shield.

As a master-level mage, although his knowledge reserves were not yet sufficient, developing a defensive measure similar to [Mage Armor] was not an unimaginable feat.

The magic shield Moros generated at this moment, while not entirely reliable in terms of strength, was capable of withstanding a physical attack below 10 damage.

A single bullet from a modern automatic handgun hitting a vital spot would only deal about 7 damage.

Unless it was a powerful handgun like the Desert Eagle, which used .50 caliber Magnum rounds, this shield would be perfectly capable of blocking ordinary handgun bullets.

Of course, this was referring to single shots.

However, for Moros, he only needed to withstand the first shot.

Once he could successfully block this sneak attack, with the spells Moros mastered, he would have enough ability to escape danger even when facing an army of ordinary people.

"Attack!"

Confirming that the little boy in front of them was their target, the men in black wasted no words.

They quickly spread out, forming a pincer movement, completely sealing off the escape routes for Moros and the other two.

At the same time, several of the men in black took out silenced pistols from their pockets, preparing for an assassination.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

After a series of gunshots, the two bodyguards who had been discussing their protectee fell into a pool of blood.

As for Moros, he clutched his bleeding shoulder, leaning against the wall of the ship's cabin, his face pale.

Although for a master-level being, a bullet to a non-fatal area was not a major injury.

But for Moros, who had never been injured in his life, the pain of a bullet entering his body was enough to cause him immense suffering.

He gritted his teeth tightly, trying his best to prevent any pained groans from escaping his throat.

"Number 37, are your hands rusty? You missed at such close range?"

The leader of the men in black reprimanded his subordinate with dissatisfaction.

He pulled out the empty magazine from his pistol and quickly inserted a full one, his eyes revealing coldness and determination.

Clearly, for him, killing a little boy was of no consequence in order to complete the mission.

Chapter 16: First Blood

Careless!

The pain in his shoulder jolted Moros awake, and he realized his strength was not as great as he had imagined.

Or rather, as a flower that had grown in a greenhouse, Moros could not fully utilize his strength.

Even if he went all out and summoned his entire undead army, he could contend with a modern armored division.

But under a sneak attack, even just a small team of assassins could make Moros bleed and get injured.

However, Moros was, after all, a master-level being. After the initial surprise attack failed, the assassins' fate was sealed.

"Summon Creatures!"

With Moros's whisper, a squad of undead led by ghouls appeared right before the assassins' eyes.

[Summon Creatures]: Summons an army. Each soldier summoned requires one magic point.

Under Moros's precise control, the undead squad appeared in a position that perfectly separated him from the assassins.

"What the hell are those things?"

Facing the undead squad that had appeared out of nowhere between them and the target brat, even the professionally trained assassins showed expressions of astonishment.

This was not surprising.

Imagine, zombies, ghosts, vampires, ghouls – monsters that only existed in fantasy and legends suddenly appearing before your eyes. The shock and astonishment would be enough to leave one speechless and their mind blank.

"Kill them!"

Moros's command was cold and decisive. He was now consumed by anger, and the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder reminded him how damned these assassins were.

Receiving the Necromancer's command, the two ghouls simultaneously raised their staffs.

At the same time, the other undead launched a fierce charge towards the assassins on either side.

"Open fire!"

The assassin leader reacted swiftly, and the muzzles of the guns, originally aimed at Moros, quickly turned towards the charging undead.

As he pulled the trigger, the other assassins followed suit, all opening fire.

Their weapons spewed deadly flames, attempting to stop the undead rushing towards them.

However, these creatures of fantasy seemed unfazed by the bullets. They continued to charge forward through the hail of bullets, with occasional sparks flying off them, but no significant harm.

The undead charging towards the assassins were not like Moros, whose combat effectiveness was affected by pain.

Although their individual strength was inferior to that of a Necromancer, as a troop type, their coordinated combat capabilities and exquisite killing techniques on the battlefield allowed them to perform far beyond the inexperienced Moros.

First, two dark green spell rays landed in the area where the assassins were relatively densely packed, dissolving all the assassins within the zone.

Then, Vampires wielding fine steel longswords mercilessly charged into the formation, launching a fierce slaughter.

Before the Ghosts could reach effective killing range, all the assassins had already been cleared out.

Looking at the dismembered corpses of the assassins, cut in half by the Vampires' blades, Moros suddenly realized that he had just killed flesh-and-blood Humans, not monster troop types from a demiplane.

However, even with this realization, Moros felt no disgust or nausea.

What the heck, novels are all lies...

He chuckled inwardly, feeling exceptionally disdainful of the plot points in novels describing the intense psychological impact on protagonists when they kill for the first time.

"Alert!"

After issuing the command to his undead, Moros walked up to the mangled corpses of the fallen assassins.

Necromancy!

Under Moros's spellcasting, the souls of the assassins who had just been killed by the Vampires were extracted.

"Tell me, why did you try to kill me?"

Staring directly at the assassins' souls, Moros's tone was cold and direct.

"I'm not dead?"

"Brat, what's with your attitude?"

"Damn it, why should we answer you?"

"..."

The souls, awakened by the power of Necromancy, were clearly still a bit confused about their situation.

Seeing this, Moros wasted no more words and gave them a lesson.