Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 28

Their bodies were torn apart by the spectre's sharp claws, flesh and blood flying everywhere. Their screams abruptly ceased, leaving behind only a desolate silence.

However, the deaths of these two mercenaries were not in vain.

Their dying screams served as the best alarm, quickly relayed to the other mercenaries through the communication channel.

"Team Seven, check the area Locke's team is responsible for. Be extremely careful."

Under the decisive command of the mercenary captain, a portion of the dozens of mercenaries tasked with guarding passengers in the shopping plaza began to move.

However, by this point, regardless of their initial intentions for boarding the Ocean Miracle, the fate of the mercenaries had been sealed.

Because as the spectres tore apart the two mercenaries who had intruded into Moros's room, the Necromancer, who was studying Magic Tomes in the demiplane, also received a warning from his Hero Panel.

The suddenly appearing combat settlement panel conveyed a message to Moros—a major incident had occurred on the Ocean Miracle.

Moros quickly put down the tome in his hand and opened the demiplane passage to the Ocean Miracle.

As a spellcaster, he maintained the necessary caution.

Although Moros could sense that the spectres had dealt with the intruders, he did not immediately return to Earth.

Quite the opposite, Moros first mobilized a squad of Vampire Lords into the demiplane passage, ensuring their safety before unhurriedly returning to the Ocean Miracle.

"Mercenaries? My whereabouts have been exposed? No, if this was the work of the Mu Continent, it wouldn't be such a small skirmish..."

The mercenaries boarding the Ocean Miracle were undoubtedly fully armed and well-trained, clearly the cream of the crop.

However, if they were targeting the Necromancer Moros, this level of force seemed insufficient.

After the battle in Fuyuan City, the politicians of the Mu Continent were well aware that a small elite force could not pose a threat to Moros.

To kill him, even the renowned Mu Continent in the technological world would need to go all out and launch a large-scale campaign.

Just as Moros was contemplating whether these mercenaries boarding the Ocean Miracle were indeed after him, Team Seven, dispatched by the mercenary captain to the first-class cabin area, also appeared within Moros's senses.

"Kill them!"

Moros coldly issued the command, then stopped dwelling on the question.

For a Necromancer like him, proficient in Necromancy, directly interrogating the souls of these mercenaries was clearly a more efficient way to obtain information.

The battle was extremely swift.

Facing the spectres emerging from the interior walls of the passage and the Vampire Lords capable of slicing bullets with their swords, the ten-plus mercenaries of Team Seven had no chance to resist.

They didn't even last a minute before Team Seven was completely annihilated.

"Let me see what you're here for..."

Muttering softly, Moros skillfully cast Necromancy, extracting the mercenaries' souls from their mangled corpses.

"I'm not dead?"

"Didn't I die?"

"What's going on?"

"..."

The mercenaries' souls clearly hadn't realized their current predicament.

However, Moros wasn't interrogating souls for the first time; he was quite willing to help these souls understand their current situation.

Thus, after a round of piercing screams, the mercenaries' souls became responsive to his questions.

Through the interrogation of the souls of Team Seven's mercenaries, Moros also learned the purpose of their boarding this large ocean liner.

Priceless contraband? A renowned scholar studying Collapse Energy? These things were hidden on this ship?

However, this was merely the mercenaries' initial plan.

When they discovered many familiar prominent figures on the collected passenger list, their greed began to swell uncontrollably.

Faced with the temptation of potentially earning massive ransoms, the mercenaries chose to ignore the possible risks of retaliation and decided to take a gamble.

They began to confirm the identities of the captives one by one, only to be astonished to find that among the captured passengers were executives of multinational corporations, powerful politicians, and academic celebrities—highly valuable hostages.

This discovery delighted the mercenaries; they instantly realized that if they could successfully abduct these valuable passengers, the ransoms they would receive would far exceed their original mission rewards.

This immense potential profit made the mercenaries ecstatic.

Having tasted the sweetness of potential gain, the mercenaries decided to thoroughly search the entire Ocean Miracle, not letting go of any "big fish."

Then came those two unlucky fellows who barged into Moros's room.

After extracting the last pieces of information from the souls of Team Seven's mercenaries, Moros directly stuffed these souls into a magic crystal.

For a Necromancer, the souls of intelligent beings had a wide variety of uses.

They could be used to craft powerful magical equipment, refine precious potions, or even serve as materials for creating high-level undead.

Although Moros's financial situation meant he wasn't lacking in these mercenary souls, given that it was an almost free gain, Moros wouldn't refuse it.

Putting away the magic crystal containing over a dozen souls, Moros did not choose to return to the demiplane and hide from the storm sweeping across the Ocean Miracle.

After all, with his strength, no one on this ship, except Elysia, could threaten him.

Given that, Moros naturally felt confident he would be the one laughing last.

Thinking of the pink fairy, a playful smile spread across Moros's face.

He knew very well that the hundred-plus mercenaries posed no threat to Elysia.

But if Elysia didn't want to reveal her special nature, even as Origin's Herrscher, she would find it troublesome.

This was a good opportunity to deepen their relationship!

With that thought, Moros had an idea.

Chapter 45: A Changing Situation

After deciding to participate in the chaos, Moros unhesitatingly opened the demiplane portal.

"Come out, my legion!"

As the Necromancer gave the command, a large number of undead soldiers poured out of the demiplane portal, which glowed with faint blue fluorescence and swirled slowly like a vortex.

The nimble Skeleton Archers held bone bows and arrows, the soul fire in their skulls emitting a faint green light; their attacks were precise and deadly.

The shambling Plague Zombies, despite their bulky forms, had bodies modified by Necromancy, possessing strong defenses capable of withstanding significant damage, making them cost-effective meat shields on the battlefield.

The incorporeal Spectres phased in and out of the ship's cabins, occasionally letting out chilling wails.

The Vampire Lords stood elegantly beside their master; as noble mid-tier undead, they not only possessed formidable combat power but could also assist the Necromancer in commanding lower-tier undead.

Although limited by the battlefield environment, Moros did not deploy the larger and more powerful undead troop types.

However, with just these mid-to-low-tier undead, the Necromancer was confident enough to capture the entire Ocean Miracle.

That's right, Moros's goal wasn't mere self-preservation.

If he had only wanted to protect himself, Moros could have simply retreated into his demiplane. Forget the mercenaries; even a Herrscher would be powerless.

Of course, the Second Herrscher, the Herrscher of Void, was an exception!

Since Moros had summoned so many undead soldiers from his demiplane, he naturally intended to reap substantial benefits.

Not only would he rescue Elysia and curry favor with her and Eden, but Moros also intended to seize one of the mercenaries' original mission objectives—the contraband items being smuggled aboard the Ocean Miracle.

As for the renowned scholar researching Collapse Energy, after extracting information from the mercenaries' souls, Moros learned he was male. Disappointed that it wasn't the green-haired woman he had vaguely hoped for, Moros lost interest.

He certainly understood the immense value of a system entirely different from magic, but Moros also knew the principle of not biting off more than one could chew.

Through his studies at the Magic Guild over the years, Moros had a clear understanding of his own talent and abilities.

His talent in the path of a Necromancer was exceptional; with enough effort, he could even tread the path to the Legendary rank alone.

However, Moros's talent was limited to that.

He was confident that with sufficient effort and resources, he could advance to the High Legendary rank (level 25 and above) as a Necromancer.

But Moros wasn't confident he could achieve the next life-level promotion and step into the Heavenly Mandate Legend realm (level 30 and above) solely on his own.

Therefore, for Moros, rashly venturing into a completely different system from magic was not a wise move.

Very few people could cross the boundaries of perception and ignore the perceptual barriers between different systems.

Clearly, Moros was not such a prodigy.

So, in Moros's view, continuing to delve deeper into the path of a Necromancer and focusing on his familiar domain was a more suitable choice for him.

"Go! Find the mercenaries' locations, then guide the combat teams to kill them!"

As Moros's command fell, the Spectres quickly merged into the ship's cabin walls, disappearing without a trace.

With their speed comparable to AH-64 attack helicopters and their keen perception of living beings, this task was very simple for them.

Next, Moros began methodically organizing his undead soldiers, forming them into several combat teams.

Each team was led by a noble Vampire Lord, commanding dozens of Plague Zombies and Skeleton Archers.

In Moros's eyes, such a configuration was sufficient to deal with a mercenary squad like Team Seven.

After leaving the necessary guard forces, Moros, along with the Vampire Lords serving as his guard, proceeded through the internal corridors of the Ocean Miracle towards the shopping district in the ship's center.

Based on his understanding of Elysia, she was most likely still lingering in the shopping district at this time.

And considering the relationship between Elysia and Eden, in the current situation, finding Elysia would mean finding Eden.

As Moros led the Vampire Lord guard towards the shopping district, the mercenaries' commander felt unprecedented pressure.

After easily capturing the Ocean Miracle's control room, they successfully obtained the suitcase containing the concentrated Collapse Energy fluid.

Then, while screening the captives in the shopping district, they found another part of their mission objective—the renowned scholar specializing in Collapse Energy.

At this point, the mercenaries' mission was technically a complete success.

But what happened afterward became problematic.

Driven by greed for the enormous ransom, the mercenaries launched a full-scale search of the large ocean liner.

And then, Locke and his team, who went to the first-class cabins to find people according to the passenger list, met with misfortune.

Initially, the commander did not consider this a serious problem.

After all, facing such a massive cruise ship, it was expected that capable passengers would fight back.

However, when the screams of the seventh squad came through the communication channel, he realized things had spiraled out of control.

Before the mercenary commander could even come up with a countermeasure, the communication channel erupted.

"Ghost!"

"They saw us, run!"

"Don't run! Open fire, kill them!"

"Damn it, the bullets aren't working... Ah, don't come near me, don't come near me—"

"Die, die together!"

"..."

The mercenary commander listened to the screams and chaotic shouts on the communication channel with a pale face, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.

He didn't know what had happened, but he was certain that a serious incident had occurred on the ship and the situation was completely out of control.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the panic within him.

The mercenary commander knew that he had to remain calm now, otherwise, the entire mercenary team would fall into uncontrollable panic and chaos.

He shouted loudly into the communication channel.

"Quick! Gather on the lower decks! We're retreating!"

However, all he received in response were more screams and chaotic shouts.

At this point, how could the mercenary commander not know that the mercenaries he had sent out were finished?

Looking up at the mercenaries guarding the prisoners in the shopping plaza, the mercenary commander shouted.

"Grab the mission objective, let's go! To the lower decks!"

"Boss?"