Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 31

Amidst the mercenary commander's wails, a cold and resolute voice spoke again.

"I promised you, but you still have unfinished business."

Through the specters' sight, Moros witnessed the mercenary commander's descent into madness.

Before today, Moros had never interacted with the mercenary commander, and his undead soldiers had already slaughtered most of the mercenary commander's own men.

As a meticulous Necromancer, Moros would never easily trust the mercenary commander's promise made aboard the Ocean Miracle under duress.

Although the mercenary commander might report to Moth to Fire according to Moros's wishes out of gratitude for Elysia's favor, Moros wouldn't place his hopes on others.

Therefore, Moros dispatched a small squad of specters to closely follow the mercenary commander, ensuring everything proceeded according to his plan.

For specters, which were intangible and capable of flight, stormy weather and strong sea winds posed no obstacle.

These specters silently boarded the small transport ship the mercenaries had arrived on, quietly monitoring the unfolding situation.

When a mercenary attempted to attack the Ocean Miracle, Moros controlled one of the specters to speak, providing enough deterrence to prevent them from resorting to desperate measures.

Moros's objective was clear: to let the mercenaries know that their every word and action were under his control.

Any reckless behavior would only lead to more tragic consequences.

Once the mercenary commander understood the reason for the specters' appearance, he struggled to his feet and stumbled forward.

"I understand..."

He murmured, promising the specters, and the Necromancer behind them, that he would not make any suspicious moves.

Through the specters' perspective, Moros clearly observed the mercenary commander's every action in the communications room.

Moros could see how the mercenary commander reported the situation to his employer—Moth to Fire.

It seemed this fellow still cherished his own life.

After reaching this conclusion, Moros withdrew his gaze from the mercenary commander.

Of course, Moros had no intention of recalling those specters.

In the Necromancer's view, expending a few specters to continuously monitor the mercenary commander and the mercenaries on board, ensuring Elysia and Eden's presence wasn't discovered by Moth to Fire, was well worth it.

His gaze shifted back to the Ocean Miracle.

Upon realizing the undead soldiers had no intention of harming them, the passengers on board began to stir restlessly.

"Hey! I'm the Deputy Minister of the Mu Continent's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Zhao. I know someone is manipulating you from behind the scenes. Bring him out to see me now."

A politician in a suit, with a bulging belly, blocked the passing Vampire Lord and spoke in a forceful tone.

Behind him, a group of people dressed in various formal attire, clearly wealthy and influential, voiced their support.

"That's right! I'm the chairman of XX Company. Our company has connections with the Mu Continent's military..."

"My dad is Minister Chen. If you don't show yourself, I'll have my dad severely punish you..."

"You can't do this! We want freedom..."

Not only these self-important elites, but also many crew members and ordinary passengers voiced their dissatisfaction, hoping the manipulator behind the undead soldiers would reveal themselves.

For similar incidents occurring elsewhere, Moros would typically have his undead soldiers take action to disperse the crowd.

He believed that once the undead soldiers made a move, the passengers on board would understand their predicament.

After all, they had already surrendered to the mercenaries once to survive; it would be natural for them to bow down again to the Necromancer who controlled the undead to slaughter the mercenaries.

However, at the shopping plaza, things became complicated.

Due to the presence of Elysia and Eden, Moros couldn't use his methods freely.

For one thing, under their watchful eyes, Moros couldn't issue orders for slaughter to disperse the crowd.

That would cost him favorability points.

However, Moros was also unwilling to let the crowd gathered at the shopping plaza go unpunished.

If he did, Elysia and Eden's identities would be exposed to Moth to Fire's sight.

Even though Elysia and Eden stated that it was fine if they were exposed, Moros was unwilling to compromise on this point.

"Trust me, I can handle all of this."

Calming Elysia and Eden, Moros issued commands through the Hero Panel to the specters roaming inside the Ocean Miracle.

Under the Necromancer's command, the specters immediately dropped everything they were doing and swiftly flew towards the shopping plaza.

With their flight speed comparable to attack helicopters and their spectral nature that ignored all ordinary obstacles, the specters swarmed into the shopping plaza not long after Moros finished speaking.

When hundreds of specters converged, the resulting negative energy field was enough to have a significant impact on ordinary people.

In fact, had Elysia not shielded Eden in time, Moros would have prepared to cast defensive spells on her to resist the erosion of the negative energy field.

The passengers enveloped by the negative energy field felt a bone-chilling cold penetrate their very marrow, a sign of their life force beginning to flicker.

Moros watched them and said in a cold tone.

"Listen, the specters will be watching you. I hope you understand what can be said and what cannot be said."

Although he said that, Moros had no intention of letting the passengers go.

The spells he currently mastered were not capable of permanently altering memories.

For the safety of Elysia and Eden, Moros's choice was very clear.

Only the dead can keep secrets!

His words at this moment were purely to prevent Elysia and Eden's perception of him from declining.

Chapter 50: The Demise of the Mercenaries and the Spectral Dragon

Feeling the ill-intentioned gazes of the spectres, the passengers gathered in the shopping plaza were filled with fear.

They had personally witnessed the spectres brutally slaughtering the mercenaries, and now, facing these terrifying existences, the passengers all claimed they had seen nothing and knew nothing.

Seeing this, Elysia and Eden didn't say much.

They understood Moros's intentions; this was to ensure their safety and prevent their identities from being exposed to Moth to Fire.

Elysia and Eden had personally heard the mercenary commander recount the inside story of the attack, and they were well aware of the consequences of being exposed to Moth to Fire's gaze.

Although the pink fairy was kind-hearted, she placed great importance on the safety of her dear friend, Eden.

And Eden's wisdom was undoubtedly unquestionable, allowing her to ultimately become the representative of pre-civilization art.

Therefore, even though Moros's threatening words went against mainstream values, Elysia and Eden could understand and accept them.

Of course, this was without them knowing that Moros had already issued a kill order to these passengers in his heart.

Given Elysia and Eden's personalities, they would absolutely not stand by and watch hundreds of people be slaughtered by their friend just to avoid being bothered by Moth to Fire.

"It's getting late."

After driving away all the passengers and staff who were still in the shopping plaza, Moros gazed at the beautiful faces of Elysia and Eden.

"Let's end our chat here for today."

Hearing Moros's words, Elysia responded with a smile.

"Alright, then you should get some rest early. Eden and I will..." Yawn~

Yawning, the pink fairy stretched lazily, perfectly displaying her charming curves.

"Staying up late is a girl's worst enemy! See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"Mhm, see you tomorrow."

Moros smiled and bid farewell to Elysia and Eden, then turned towards his cabin.

At the same time, his gaze fell upon the small transport ship where the mercenary commander was located.

This wasn't because Moros intended to take any action against the mercenaries, but because something had happened to that small transport ship.

Under the strict surveillance of the spectres, the mercenary commander reported the mission failure in detail to his employer.

When the employer inquired about the specific reason for the failure, the mercenary commander, as per Moros's instructions, replied that they had encountered Necromancer Moros.

Just as Moros had said on the Ocean Miracle, the mercenary commander's employer was understanding and accepted this explanation.

Considering that even the world superpower, Mu Continent, had backed down before the Necromancer, it was already quite impressive that a mercenary team had a few survivors.

It was indeed unrealistic to expect them to complete the original mission.

Originally, the matter was already unrelated to Moros.

However, as Moros was handling the follow-up matters on the Ocean Miracle, the small transport ship carrying the mercenaries suddenly exploded violently.

Instantly, flames shot into the sky, the intense light being particularly glaring in the night.

The explosion on the sea was deafening, with huge splashes of water erupting into the sky and smoke filling the air.

The small transport ship instantly collapsed in the fierce explosion, its keel torn to shreds, its hull fragments scattering everywhere and falling into the turbulent sea.

With their keen senses, the spectres detected that this explosion was not an accident but a torpedo attack from underwater.

Clearly, even if the Necromancer had let go of the mercenaries disguised as pirates, their employer, Moth to Fire, had no intention of letting these mercenaries go.

Upon receiving the spectres' report, Moros quickly issued an order for the spectres to search backward along the torpedo's trajectory for the source of the attack.

The vision of the undead and the living is different.

The living would have their sight blocked by the rain curtain of the storm and the murky, turbulent seawater, but the undead would not.

Moros was confident that the spectres would carry out his assigned task well.

At the same time, he had also concluded his conversation with Elysia and Eden and was slowly heading towards his cabin.

"Come out, my proud servants!"

On his way to the first-class cabin area, Moros opened a demiplane passage connecting to the Graveyard City above the Ocean Miracle.

"Roar!"

With a dragon's roar that shook heaven and earth, a massive and terrifying black dragon head emerged from the demiplane passage.

Spectral Dragon!

This powerful undead, the pinnacle of the Graveyard faction's troops, was so enormous that the demiplane portal opened above the Ocean Miracle could barely accommodate its robust body.

Its massive, tattered wings were tucked tightly to its sides to arch through the portal, only to unfurl outwards once its upper body emerged, casting a shadow that blotted out the sky.

"My god!"

"What is that?"

"A dragon! It's a dragon!"

"..."

Gasps of shock and fear erupted from the passengers and sailors.

They had never seen such a colossal creature, let alone at such close proximity.

Even Elysia and Eden, who had been conversing by candlelight, were awestruck by the Spectral Dragon's appearance.

"Elysia, is this also Moros's doing?"

Eden's voice trembled. Despite her best efforts to remain calm, facing the Spectral Dragon circling in the sky, she couldn't hide her inner shock.

Elysia gazed up at the Spectral Dragon. Its immense size and the miasma of negative energy clinging to it delivered a profound shock to her worldview.

While the Spectral Dragon's power was nothing special in Elysia's eyes, even the well-traveled pink fairy couldn't comprehend how a mere skeleton could fly.

What surprised her even more was that Elysia felt not a single trace of Collapse Energy emanating from the Spectral Dragon.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so astonished.

After all, Collapse Energy was omnipotent.

"My dear Eden, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Elysia knew her dearest friend too well.

Although Eden had asked as a question, she already had a clear answer in her mind.