Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization

As the Captain of the California, he needed to fulfill his duties.

When the large red dot representing the Spectral Dragon crossed a boundary, Colonel Marvin roared.

"Torpedo tubes 1-4! Full launch!"

Knowing they only had one chance, Colonel Marvin went all in, attempting to save himself and his crew's destiny with maximum firepower.

Unfortunately, facing an absolute power gap, Colonel Marvin's resistance was utterly futile.

The MK48 Torpedo was a mature, reliable, and excellent torpedo.

Aside from the same model from the Mu Continent, this torpedo was unmatched on this planet.

However, against the Spectral Dragon, this wire-guided torpedo, previously used for attacking warships, was clearly out of its element.

With just one blast of Death Dragon Breath, the Spectral Dragon easily intercepted all the torpedoes aimed at it.

In the Ashan World, Spectral Dragons sparred with living dragons; their reaction speed meant shooting down missiles with their breath was normal.

Let alone intercepting torpedoes, which were significantly more cumbersome than missiles.

The four intercepted MK48 Torpedoes exploded in the water. The resulting shockwave was powerful, but it caused no harm to the Spectral Dragon, which lacked internal organs.

It merely shook its massive dragon head and continued to swim towards the California, its tail swaying.

On the sonar screen, the four cursors representing the torpedoes vanished without a trace before they could even reach their target.

Captain Marvin understood what this meant.

The torpedoes were intercepted!

The California was finished!

They were all heading for the abyss of Death!

Slowly removing his peaked cap, Colonel Marvin gave a standard salute to all the officers and sailors in the command center, the most proper salute of his life.

"It has been my honor to fight alongside you all."

"Captain, the honor has been ours..."

The crew members responded with choked sobs.

Despite the fear of death causing their voices to tremble noticeably, they still expressed their inner feelings with the greatest courage and determination.

"Send a telegram to the Ministry of Defense, reporting everything we know."

Receiving the salute, Colonel Marvin solemnly issued his final order.

Even at the end of his life, Colonel Marvin held fast to the duties and mission of a Captain.

He knew this was the last contribution he could make to his country.

Just a few minutes after the telegram was sent, a violent tremor struck.

The California was torn apart by the Spectral Dragon's claws. The pressure hull, capable of withstanding the immense pressure of hundreds of meters of water, seemed incredibly fragile against the Spectral Dragon's might.

Seawater instantly flooded the vessel, mercilessly submerging all equipment and personnel.

Due to the special design of the nuclear submarine, the Spectral Dragon's attack did not cause the reactor to detonate.

However, the reactor's outer shell cracked under the Spectral Dragon's claws, leading to an unavoidable nuclear leak.

"Roar!"

The Spectral Dragon let out a triumphant roar, swung its massive tail, and easily ascended towards the sea surface.

For the Spectral Dragon, mere nuclear radiation was insignificant.

In fact, protected by Mana, not only the Undead but even skilled Human spellcasters would not fear nuclear radiation.

In the Silver City-State, a holy land for mages in the Ashan World, ores that produced nuclear radiation were considered precious materials for magical experiments.

These ores were widely used in the preparation of magic potions, the crafting of magic equipment, and high-level magical research such as advanced bloodline experiments.

Chapter 53: Deterrence

After witnessing the sinking of the California attack nuclear submarine, Moros severed the line of sight link with the Spectral Dragon.

He submerged into the deep sea and operated near the Ocean Miracle.

After leaving this order for the Spectral Dragon, Moros stepped into the swirling, deep blue semi-plane passage.

He did not linger in his own semi-plane. As soon as he set foot on the black-grey land of the Graveyard City, filled with Death Mana, Moros immediately opened another semi-plane passage leading to the capital of the Mu Continent.

In the previous series of battles where he destroyed the Councillor families, Moros had left Spectres as anchors for semi-plane passages in numerous locations across the Mu Continent.

With the current technological level of the Mu Continent, they were clearly unable to detect these deliberately hidden Spectres.

This meant that as long as Moros wished, he could traverse extremely long distances in a very short time through the semi-plane passages, appearing rapidly in any city on the Mu Continent.

This strategic mobility was precisely the key to his daring to challenge the Mu Continent's regime.

Relying on semi-plane passages, he truly had the ability to set the entire Mu Continent ablaze.

At this moment, Moros decided to remind the rulers of the Mu Continent just how incredible his power was.

The moment he stepped out of the demiplane passage, Moros swiftly cast Phantom Forces, skillfully concealing his location.

Next, he elegantly raised his hand and gently waved it in front of him.

The next second, a massive demiplane passage appeared out of thin air above the city. On the other side of the passage, a Spectral Dragon that had been prepared was already eager to act.

"Go, deliver a shocking greeting to the rulers of this continent."

As Moros's voice fell, a Spectral Dragon, enveloped in dense Death Mana, charged out of the demiplane passage. Its figure, shrouded in black mist, resembled a demon rising from hell.

"Roar!"

The Spectral Dragon opened its ferocious and terrifying dragon maw, letting out a deafening roar that shook the entire city.

Moros gazed at the distant Council Building and waved his hand again.

Receiving the command, the Spectral Dragon immediately flapped its tattered dragon wings, tearing through the sky, and flew towards the Council Building with the force of a thunderbolt.

Its body, shrouded in the black mist formed by dense Death Mana, cast a huge shadow on the ground, like a symbol of Death, filling countless citizens of the Mu Continent with deep shock and fear.

With the volume of the Spectral Dragon's roar just now, the Council Building had naturally detected its approach.

But the Spectral Dragon was too fast, so fast that the councillors having a meeting in the Council Building didn't have time to evacuate before the Spectral Dragon cornered them.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the towering dome of the Council Building instantly collapsed, and debris and dust flew everywhere.

The councillors had no time to care about the priceless exquisite reliefs turning to dust in an instant; their eyes were all drawn to the uninvited guest who had suddenly barged in.

With a "thump," a dragon head, shrouded in dense black mist, suddenly poked into the Council Building.

"Esteemed councillors, although this is our first meeting, I believe you recognize me."

Under the mighty power of Magic, Moros's voice clearly emanated from the Spectral Dragon's mouth, echoing in every corner of the Council Building.

"Moros?"

The Speaker of the council hesitantly uttered the name. Noticing that the Spectral Dragon showed no signs of aggression, his tension eased slightly.

"It is I."

Admitting his identity, Moros continued.

"I am not here for any other reason, just to say hello. After all, you also greeted me on the Ocean Miracle, so it's only polite to return the favor, isn't it?"

A hint of mockery laced Moros's words, as if he were merely fulfilling a social courtesy rather than intimidating these councillors.

However, to be a member of the Mu Continent's council and to control the destiny of the most powerful nation on this planet, the councillors' intelligence was beyond doubt.

With just a single sentence from Moros, they keenly grasped his true intentions.

This is his response to our probing!

More than one councillor had this thought in their mind.

Governments that favored subordinates overthrowing superiors, like those in the Far East, were extremely rare.

Before the Moth to Fire Council ordered the California to launch an attack with its nuclear submarine, Councillor Eugene had already informed the other councillors of the Moth to Fire's plan.

Damn you, Eugene! I knew your plan was unreliable!

Although he had mentally lambasted Councillor Eugene, who served as a councillor of the Moth to Fire Council, the Speaker of the Mu Continent Council could only clean up his mess.

There was no other way. As the leader of the council, while wielding immense power, he also bore unavoidable responsibilities.

The Speaker took a deep breath, regulating his breathing, and tried his best to remain calm and rational.

He glanced at the councillors around him and saw that their faces were etched with tension and unease.

Clearly, they could not provide him with any substantial help at this moment.

Thus, the white-haired leader straightened his back and spoke in a firmer voice.

"Moros, there may indeed be some misunderstanding between us, but for you to directly..."

He paused slightly, as if searching for more suitable wording, and then continued.

"Well, paying a visit in person doesn't seem to align with our diplomatic conventions."

"Heh."

Moros let out a cold laugh and retorted unceremoniously.

"Oh? The diplomatic convention of the Mu Continent is to use nuclear submarines as a form of greeting? That truly opens my eyes."

Although he had already discerned the sarcasm and dissatisfaction in Moros's words, the Speaker of the Mu Continent Council showed no wavering.

Having navigated the political landscape of the Mu Continent for many years, he had long since developed the composure to face all sorts of sharp remarks and insults.

In the Speaker's eyes, Moros's current sarcasm was merely a gentle breeze on a spring day, incapable of shaking him in the slightest.

"Don't say that, we Mu Continent..."

The Speaker attempted to ease the atmosphere, but Moros interrupted him mercilessly.

"Enough!"

Moros wasn't interested in the Speaker's lengthy speech; he issued a direct warning.

"I'm just here to say hello today. If you continue to be stubborn, next time it won't be as simple as a greeting."

With that, Moros controlled the Spectral Dragon and left the Parliament Building without hesitation, flying towards the demiplane passage in the sky.

Gazing at the Spectral Dragon's receding figure disappearing into the horizon, a Councillor leaned over to the Speaker and offered his suggestion.

"Speaker, should we have the Federal Army..."

The Councillor's intention was clear: he hoped the Mu Continent's army could be dispatched to completely destroy the skeletal dragon that had caused damage to the Parliament Building.

"No! Before we have the confidence to resolve the root of the problem, rashly escalating the conflict will only put us in a more passive position."

Chapter 54: A Gift

After recalling the Spectral Dragon, Moros unhesitatingly opened the demiplane passage to his Graveyard territory and vanished from the spot.

He believed that as long as the powers that be on the Mu Continent maintained a normal level of intelligence, they wouldn't bother him again.

At least, until they were confident they could deal with him, the Councillors of the Mu Continent would remain cautious and restrained.

And after witnessing his feat of commanding the Spectral Dragon to raid the capital of the Mu Continent, other countries on this planet would undoubtedly understand how to respect a Legendary Rank Necromancer even more.

The intelligence protection of the Mu Continent, bolstered by various cutting-edge technologies, was naturally trustworthy.

But the scene of the Spectral Dragon soaring across the skyline of the Mu Continent's capital was too grand.

Although the Mu Continent could downplay or even cover up the impact of this incident among its populace through censorship, it couldn't prevent other countries, especially major powers like Shenzhou and North America, from learning about the Spectral Dragon's raid.

As it turned out, the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was quite significant.

During the next few days of the voyage, the Spectres scattered around the Ocean Miracle, acting as a warning line, detected no anomalies.

As is well known, when some people are carrying a heavy burden, others are certainly enjoying peace and quiet.

With the Spectres diligently keeping watch and the Spectral Dragon faithfully guarding, Moros was able to enjoy the rest of his voyage with a clear mind.