Necromancer, But Civilization Before the Collapse Chapter 13

The magic carried by the sea currents, however, could be considered a completely natural magic recovery potion, allowing any hero's magic to be restored to its peak state after consumption.

Standing beside the [Vitality Magic Well], feeling the surging magical aura, Moros bent down, cupped the well water in his hands, and drank it all in one go.

As the cool well water flowed down his throat, Moros could sense his magic recovering at an incredible speed.

In just a few breaths, his magic was fully restored.

Next, it's my turn to fight, just you wait...

Filled with hope, Moros turned his Skeleton Warhorse around and galloped towards the Graveyard City with the Vampires.

Time advances.

Shortly after Moros stepped into the Demiplane portal, a team of fully armed constables rushed into the hospital room he had just occupied amidst a flurry of hurried footsteps.

"Quick, report to the captain that the target has escaped from the ward!"

Through the hospital's surveillance system, those responsible for the cleanup had already learned what kind of entity had killed the mercenaries.

Then, the leaders of the city's medical and police systems were utterly shocked.

What had they seen?

Vampires? Ghosts?

Was this still the Mu Continent they were familiar with?

Despite their minds being filled with questions and confusion, they knew what they needed to do now.

With the efforts of the constables, who were well-versed in behavioral logic, criminal psychology, and other modern disciplines, Moros's actions were quickly pieced together.

What followed was the scene they had just witnessed.

Chapter 20: The Great Battle Begins

Moros knew his identity had been exposed.

He wouldn't underestimate the power of the state apparatus.

He could cover up the killings on the passenger ship, but he was clear-headed about the killings by the Vampires and Ghosts; he couldn't conceal them.

After all, by the time he woke up, everything would already be over.

As a transmigrator, Moros had a sufficient understanding of how advanced modern society's surveillance systems were.

With the Mu Continent's technological level far exceeding his previous life, Moros was confident in his exposure.

Under these circumstances, the only option left for him was to temporarily retreat.

Otherwise, Moros would have to confront the Mu Continent's state apparatus directly.

As for whether they could coexist peacefully?

Unless Moros was willing to be controlled and reveal his trump cards, he wouldn't believe the state apparatus would tolerate such an unstable element.

Clearly, with the absolute safe haven of the Demiplane, Moros had no intention of becoming a pawn subservient to politicians.

However, Moros also refused to confront the Mu Continent's state apparatus head-on like this.

After the previous assassination attempt, Moros knew in his heart that he was not yet a match for the state apparatus.

To defeat a modern nation, he needed to reach the strength of a 9th-ring caster in the DND system.

And to contend with a top-tier powerhouse like the Mu Continent, with its prosperous technology and stable regime, it was impossible without legendary-tier strength.

Therefore, the moment he retreated into the Demiplane, Moros abandoned his current identity.

From this moment on, until he reached the legendary tier, Moros would not appear on the Mu Continent again with his current identity.

Moros had a clear premonition of the possible consequences after his departure.

Those who could become mages undoubtedly possessed intelligence.

He certainly understood what the exposure of the undead meant.

It meant he would face pursuit and encirclement by the Mu Continent's state apparatus.

Therefore, Moros needed to resolve the conflict between himself and Mayor Yang before the Mu Continent's state apparatus could fully mobilize.

Thus, after returning to the Graveyard City, Moros unhesitatingly opened the Demiplane passage leading to the dock area where the Ghouls and Zombies were located.

"You all stay here, we're leaving!"

Ordering the Ghouls and Zombies to remain as anchor points for the Demiplane passage, Moros led a team of Vampires onto the road towards the small city where he was born.

Along the way, Moros could clearly feel that the city's alert level was completely different from before.

The checkpoints and patrolling constables on the road had noticeably increased, all indicating that the pursuit operation against him had already begun.

Moros understood that he had become a wanted target of the Mu Continent's state apparatus, which meant he needed to act with even greater caution.

But even so, Moros had not given up on his plan to rush back to the small city where Mayor Yang was located.

Although he was a transmigrator, Moros had already acknowledged the status of Mr. Frakt and Emma in his heart.

To save them, Moros was willing to take the risk.

Riding his Skeleton Warhorse day and night without rest, Moros returned to the remote small town where he was born in just a day and a half.

However, when he saw the noticeably increased patrols on the streets, he knew his objective had been exposed.

Under these circumstances, sneaking into the small town would be no different than walking into a trap, an act of extreme foolishness.

"Why are you forcing me?!"

Moros roared in anger, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He understood that his intentions had been seen through, and if he refused to give up on saving his parents, his options would be extremely limited.

Closing his eyes, Moros began to carefully weigh his chances of victory in this battle.

At this very moment, he had abandoned any possibility of reconciliation with the Mu Continent's state apparatus.

Reconciliation would have been relatively easy to achieve before blood was shed on both sides.

However, Moros now knew deeply that any compromise would be equivalent to surrender for him.

This was clearly unacceptable to him.

Peace is not begged for; it is fought for!

When Moros opened his eyes again, there was no longer hesitation in his gaze, but rather a resolute determination.

Immediately, Moros activated the largest Demiplane portal he could open.

"Come forth, my servants!"

Resolutely abandoning any pretense of hiding, Moros, mounted on his Skeleton Warhorse, shouted loudly.

Behind him, the massive Demiplane portal opened like the gates of death, and hundreds, thousands of undead converged like a torrent, forming an unstoppable death army that advanced towards the heavily guarded small town.

In the sky, Vampires and Ghosts soared and circled, their sharp shrieks intertwining with the whistling of the cold wind.

On the ground, the vast ranks of Skeleton Archers and Zombies formed an endless tide, displaying a chilling destructive power.

Beside the Skeleton Warhorse, a group of tall Ghouls raised their grimoires and staffs, chanting horrifying incantations.

As the incantations were chanted, thick, dark clouds obscured the sunlight, enveloping the entire small town in a grim atmosphere.

[Death Canopy]!

In an instant, darkness covered the land, and a suffocating pressure descended upon every living being.

It was at this very moment that the councilman observing this region via satellite realized the situation had completely spiraled out of control.

Upon learning of the existence of supernatural powers, this councilman, who held significant power, quickly connected the series of events that had just transpired.

Then, he knew that the situation between him and that commoner who wielded supernatural power had become a fight to the death.

The councilman, having received Mayor Yang's report, was aware that the commoner's parents were already dead.

Therefore, the councilman made his choice without hesitation.

Eliminate that commoner and seize the supernatural power he possessed to ensure his own authority and status were not threatened.

To achieve this goal, he had made many arrangements in the city where Mayor Yang was located.

The councilman believed that various high-tech traps and elite private troops would absolutely be able to capture a mere trickster commoner.

But such arrangements would not be able to stop an army.

"Contact the nearby garrisons immediately, the Federation needs them!"

The councilman instructed his secretary, then began contacting other councilmen, one by one, whose status in Mu Continent's political arena was equal to his own.

He needed to coordinate with these influential figures first to ensure his own position would not be severely impacted.

Someone had to be held responsible for the fall of a city.

Even if he pushed Mayor Yang out to take the blame, this councilman would have to pay a heavy price to extricate himself from this incident.

Yes, even though this powerful councilman had personally witnessed the undead army summoned by Moros, he still firmly believed he would not fail.

He underestimated Moros's troops, considering them merely a primitive force wielding cold weapons, no match for high-tech firearms.

This perception would be fine against ordinary melee forces, but under the mighty power of magic, everything changed.

Chapter 21: The Grand Strategy of City Warfare

Moros was completely unaware of the actions of the councilman behind Mayor Yang at this moment.

In fact, Moros did not even know of the councilman's existence.

However, Moros knew very well that his time was not abundant.

Even the rapid response forces of his previous life could complete cross-theater deployments within 24 hours, and for the Mu Continent, whose technological level far surpassed that of Earth in his previous life, this time would only be shorter.

Therefore, as the thick clouds generated by the [Death Canopy] obscured the battlefield, Moros immediately issued the order to advance.

Under Moros's command, the undead army, with Ghosts and Vampires as the vanguard, Ghouls as the core, and Skeleton Archers and Zombies as the flesh and blood, began its advance.

Although this city was a truly low-tier small town among the many cities on the Mu Continent, due to the advanced technological level of the Mu Continent, traditional defensive structures like city walls had long since been dismantled.

Therefore, the Skeleton Archers and Zombies poured into the city without any effort, let alone the other three types of undead.

The Ghosts, relying on their [Intangible] characteristic, passed through building walls without obstruction, attacking the city's armed forces from every unexpected angle.

They appeared silently, catching the city's defenders completely off guard.

The Vampires transformed into giant bats, circling in the sky above the city.

They looked down upon the ground, their sharp eyes searching for weak points and vulnerabilities in the defenses.

Once an opportunity was found, they would quickly dive down, launching a deadly assault.

With their powerful close-combat abilities, Vampires could quickly secure victory once they closed the distance with their enemies.

Even the finest private soldiers could barely withstand a few rounds under the Vampires' attack before being instantly cut down.

Meanwhile, the Ghouls served the role of artillery in the modern army.

When they discovered a garrison fiercely resisting, the Ghouls would unleash the [Death Cloud].

The yellow-green clouds of the [Death Cloud] carried potent negative energy, and even with gas masks, the defenders could not stop life from draining away from their bodies.

Despite the city's defenders' efforts to attack, the damage they inflicted on the undead army was minimal.

The small handguns held by the constables seemed so outdated and laughable in this battle, unable to even penetrate the zombies' defenses.

The only undead units they could effectively threaten were the fragile Skeleton Archers.

Even then, the handguns' efficiency was very low.

If a bullet failed to hit the soul fire within the Skeleton Archer's skull, the damage it caused would be completely ignored.

It was obviously unrealistic to expect these constables, who rarely had a chance to fire their weapons, to possess accurate marksmanship.

However, Mayor Yang and the powerful councilor had not placed their hopes on the constables' combat effectiveness.

Their true hope lay with the private soldier units that had been deployed early in the city to capture Moros.

Yet, the development of the battle had disappointed them.

Although the latest model assault rifles in the hands of the private soldiers could penetrate the zombies' defenses to some extent, the zombies were barely affected by dozens of bullets.