Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 23

In an instant, the other vehicles in the convoy slammed on their brakes, coming to an emergency stop.

"Rear becomes front! Escort the Councillor away!"

As expected of professionals, the bodyguards reacted swiftly when attacked.

Bodyguards from the black business cars at the very front quickly exited their vehicles. Using the cars as cover, they set up a temporary defensive line, buying precious time for the Councillor's evacuation.

The other bodyguard vehicles also rapidly adjusted their formation, securing the Councillor's vehicle at the core to ensure his safe departure.

However, facing an enemy of vastly superior strength, even the bodyguards' high level of professionalism couldn't turn the tide.

"Councillor, didn't expect this, did you? I've come for you!"

As a figure, completely unhidden, emerged from the flames, over a dozen Spectres materialized from all directions. They exuded a dense aura of resentment, sending shivers down one's spine.

The sound of flesh being torn apart followed immediately. The convoy's drivers, before they could even react, were ripped to shreds by the Spectres on the spot.

Chapter 36: Death of a Councillor

While the Spectres' attack power wasn't high, that was relative to soldiers of the same tier.

For ordinary people, the Spectres' attacks were still deadly.

However, these were professional bodyguards. The gruesome deaths of the convoy's drivers didn't faze the security personnel protecting the Councillor.

"Open fire!"

As the order was given, the bodyguards raised their firearms and began shooting at the Spectres.

But, just like what happened years ago on the battlefield in Y City, their firearms proved utterly useless against the incorporeal Spectres.

The dense bullets passed through the Spectres' bodies without causing any damage.

The bodyguards realized that conventional weapons were completely ineffective against the Spectres.

"This is? Moros?!"

The moment the Councillor saw the Spectres, he instantly understood who was behind the attack.

Moros, the thug who once commanded an army of the dead to invade Y City and kill Mayor Yang, had now come for him.

"Damn it! Reverse! Reverse!"

The Councillor angrily issued the order, attempting to escape the Spectres' pursuit as quickly as possible.

Hearing the Councillor's command, the bodyguards in the special vehicle immediately sprang into action.

He quickly unbuckled the driver's seatbelt, preparing to push the corpse out of the car.

Clearly, this bodyguard intended to drive the vehicle himself to ensure the Councillor's safety.

However, he seemed to have forgotten one crucial detail.

Just as the bodyguard was about to move into the driver's seat, a Spectre, ignoring the bulletproof glass that could withstand anti-materiel rifle rounds, burst into the special vehicle.

"No! Don't! Don't come near me! Ah!"

Amidst the bodyguard's screams, the Spectre waved its claws, tearing him into pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere, turning the interior of the special vehicle into chaos.

"Ugh~"

Witnessing this scene firsthand, the Councillor's secretary immediately threw up.

He couldn't handle the psychological pressure of such a sudden, terrifying spectacle.

The Councillor himself, however, displayed an unusual level of calm and composure.

He quickly pushed open the car door and unhesitatingly leaped out, successfully escaping the confines of the special vehicle that had become a slaughterhouse.

Just as he jumped out, the Councillor heard his secretary's tragic wail.

Clearly, the secretary had met the same fate as the bodyguard.

Damn it! Once I escape this ordeal...

Standing up, the Councillor was astonished to find that the surrounding environment had suddenly become eerily silent.

The previously noisy roars of the Spectres and the dying cries of the bodyguards had all vanished.

It's over!

With the Councillor's intelligence, how could he not understand what this silence signified?

This was clearly the aftermath of a battle where the outcome had been decided, a situation that could only occur if all his guards had fallen!

"Clap clap clap~"

As if responding to his internal speculation, a crisp sound of applause came from ahead.

The Councillor followed the sound and saw a boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a black robe, appear within his line of sight.

"As expected of the renowned Councillor, your psychological fortitude is truly outstanding."

Moros lowered his hands and gazed at the important figure before him, a man who had once trembled at the mere sound of Mayor Yang's voice.

The Councillor before him was no longer the impassioned orator who once commanded the floor in the Mu Continent's council.

His former confidence and authority had vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Although he tried to maintain his composure, his reason told him that he was likely beyond saving today.

This realization, coupled with the fear of death, caused the Councillor's entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Moros, the Moros whose parents were lost due to your orders."

As the words left his mouth, Moros's malice was no longer concealed.

[Suffering]!

"Ah!"

Under Moros's spell, the Councillor let out a piercing wail.

This bone-deep agony was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The Councillor's body convulsed violently in pain, beyond his control.

His face was pale, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with terror and helplessness.

The Councillor attempted to struggle, but his body felt as if it were bound tightly by invisible chains, rendering him immobile.

"Did you know? If it weren't for the sudden traffic control implemented in Fuyuan City today, I really wouldn't have known you were arriving today."

Moros first cast the [Weakness Curse] on the Councillor, ensuring he wouldn't even have the strength to struggle.

Then, he walked forward and told the Councillor, who was trembling under the power of [Suffering], how he had found him.

As Moros was saying at that moment, it was when he went out to scout the location where the Councillor was scheduled to give a public speech tomorrow that he noticed Fuyuan City's traffic control measures.

This unusual traffic control immediately put him on alert.

Moros, who could wield the power granted by his Hero Panel and cast Level 4 battle spells himself, had an unquestionable level of intelligence.

He quickly deduced that this might be due to the arrival of a significant figure in Fuyuan City. Combined with the Councillor's public speech tomorrow, the identity of this important person was readily apparent.

Therefore, he immediately cast the [Summon Creature] spell, summoning dozens of Spectres.

Through these Spectres, he tracked the Councillor's exact location.

For Moros, he had originally planned to act against the Councillor tomorrow, but now that he had found his trail, he no longer needed to wait.

Listening to Moros's account, a wave of regret washed over the Councillor.

He had once taken his privileges for granted, believing them to be the inevitable result of his status and power.

However, now, for the first time, he felt a burning hatred for his own transit privileges.

The Councillor hated that these privileges had led him into his current predicament, causing him to suffer such agony.

If there hadn't been traffic control...

Before the Councillor's thoughts could continue, the pain from the spell had already shattered his mind.

The intense pain caused the Councillor's consciousness to gradually blur. Finally, his vision went black, and he fainted from the pain.

"He's already fainted?"

Moros kicked the unconscious Councillor, a look of dissatisfaction on his brow.

In his vision, torment and revenge should have been long and agonizing, but this Councillor was so easily defeated, which greatly disappointed Moros.

But soon, he thought of a good idea.

He understood that fainting was a self-protection mechanism people employed during extreme pain. If that was the case, as long as the Councillor couldn't faint, the pain and torment could continue until he was satisfied.

With the idea in mind, Moros didn't delay.

He immediately cast [Necromancy], drawing the Councillor's soul out of his body.

Then, he began to torment the soul.

Unlike the physical body, the soul could not faint.

A dark glow flickered in Moros's hand, the power of Necromancy.

He slowly permeated this power into the Councillor's soul, allowing the pain to spread deep within.

The Councillor's soul struggled in agony, unable to faint, only able to feel endless torment.

Listening to the wails of the Councillor's soul, a look of ecstasy appeared on Moros's face.

Chapter 37: Annihilation

Just as Moros was lost in the joy of revenge, the sound of sirens, "Wooo wooo," brought him back to his senses.

He turned and looked, only to see a group of special police forces rapidly surrounding him.

"Don't move!"

"You are surrounded, cease your resistance immediately!"

"Resistance is futile, cooperate for leniency!"

"..."

In the distance, shouts from a loudspeaker echoed in the air, and the flashing police lights made everything around him appear blurred and harsh.

Seeing the special police surrounding him, and hearing the shouts of surrender from a distance, a mocking smile curled the corners of Moros's lips.

"Hmph, a bunch of mortals."

Even with the roar of helicopters in the sky, the three police helicopters circling overhead, and the blinding glare of spotlights shining directly on him, his tone was still filled with undisguised contempt.

In an era where Collapse Energy weapons were still confined to laboratories, assault rifles posed no threat to him whatsoever.

The current Moros was no longer the weakling of six years ago who could be harmed by a few small handguns.

His Hero level was a high 24, his life tier had reached the Legendary rank, possessing power comparable to a Herrscher.

Beneath this power, the magic shield he deployed was enough to block all individual soldier weapons, including RPGs.

Facing the special police who had surrounded him, Moros shook his head dismissively.

Then, several fireballs the size of human heads appeared beside him, burning fiercely and emitting a scorching aura.

"Mortals, I'll give you a chance. Lay down your weapons and leave this place."

Amplified by magic, Moros's voice was like thunder, shaking the entire city block, the roar of the helicopters unable to drown out his authority.

Hearing Moros's words, the police and special police who had surrounded him with weapons in hand couldn't help but hesitate.

After witnessing Moros's imposing presence surrounded by fireballs, anyone not foolish could understand that they were facing something far more than the "terrorists" described in their superiors' orders.

The special police exchanged glances, their hearts filled with hesitation.

It wasn't just the special police surrounding Moros who were undecided; even the commander on the scene fell into deep thought.

Through a video link, the Mayor of Fuyuan City, seeing the special police's prolonged inaction, couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"What are you doing? Act now and capture him!"

Having reached the position of mayor, the Mayor of Fuyuan City certainly knew that Moros, who could single-handedly annihilate a Councillor's convoy, was not to be trifled with.

But he knew even more clearly that if he couldn't capture Moros and mitigate the impact of the Councillor's death, he would lose his position as mayor.