Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 42

However, on this planet, the situation was completely different.

The powers that be in the city cluster centered around Fuyuan City had all made guesses about the relationship between Eden and Moros.

Fearing the power of the Necromancer, they dared not take any action against Eden.

Although the charm of the beauty was irresistible, the powerful clearly valued their own lives more.

The powerful in other regions were not blind; seeing the strange attitude of the powerful in Fuyuan City, they naturally harbored reservations.

In this situation, Eden's circumstances were naturally much better than they were in the main timeline.

Just as Eden was making a name for herself and advancing rapidly in the halls of classical music, within the Collapse Energy research institute located in Xinke City, the researchers achieved a groundbreaking breakthrough.

Thanks to the strong support of several vampires transformed by Moros's [Vampire Transformation Ritual], the institute had finally developed the first batch of Collapse Energy-enhanced cold weapons of human civilization in this era, whose power surpassed that of contemporary firearms of the same level.

Xinke City, as one of Fuyuan City's many satellite cities, had its Collapse Energy research institute closely linked to the powerful figures of Fuyuan City.

Therefore, it was very reasonable to be able to invite several of the initial sixteen vampires to participate in the research.

After all, being chosen as a test subject to participate in Moros's [Vampire Transformation Ritual] already fully demonstrated the status of these transformed vampires in the eyes of Fuyuan City's powerful elite.

Even after undergoing the ritual and being promoted to the esteemed Childe level, their status still lacked a qualitative leap.

After rigorous testing within the institute, these vampires displayed astonishing combat effectiveness when wielding Collapse Energy cold weapons.

The results of the simulated exercises indicated that a vampire armed with a specially made Collapse Energy cold weapon could quickly and efficiently annihilate a well-equipped special operations team in complex terrain such as urban city blocks.

Such test results undoubtedly caused the value of the Collapse Energy-enhanced cold weapons developed by the Xinke City Collapse Energy research institute to skyrocket, making them important bargaining chips in the eyes of many powerful figures.

At the same time, the strength of the Childe-level vampires also generated a stronger interest among Fuyuan City's powerful elite in transforming into non-human species with long lifespans, such as vampires.

However, just as Fuyuan City's powerful elite were indulging in fantasies of a bright future, a subtle increase in Collapse Energy occurred within several city blocks, centered around the Xinke City Collapse Energy research institute.

Collapse, this power always manifested with the development of civilization and gradually strengthened with its prosperity.

Although this growth had its limits, it was evident that the previous civilization had not touched the true upper limit of the Final Cocoon.

If that were the case, when the current civilization's technology achieved another breakthrough, the power of Collapse would also increase accordingly.

Once the power of Collapse accumulated to a certain extent, catastrophic Collapse disasters would inevitably descend upon this beautiful blue planet.

And this time, it was the Xinke City Collapse Energy research institute, which had made significant breakthroughs in the application of Collapse Energy, that was about to undergo the baptism of a Collapse disaster.

Three months later.

"Hoo~"

Exhaling, Moros's gaze fell upon the spellbook with the brown cover.

Through his perspective, one could clearly see the prominent and mysterious Common Ashan language on a certain page of the spellbook—[Mind Control].

"Finally learned it."

Muttering softly, a relieved smile appeared on Moros's face.

Even at the legendary life tier, months of high-intensity mental exertion left him deeply fatigued.

However, all this effort and sacrifice were rewarded at this moment.

[Mind Control] was the first Tier 3 magic that Moros mastered through the orthodox spell learning process.

But it would not be the last combat spell he would master through self-study.

Moros believed that since he could learn the Tier 3 Dark Magic [Mind Control], he could naturally learn other Tier 3 magics as well.

This change in mindset was Moros's greatest gain in this round of magic study.

Closing the open spellbook, he stretched, feeling his tired body invigorate with the movement.

Summoning a Spectral Dragon, Moros was just about to ride it outside the Graveyard City to recruit units accumulated in wild unit lairs when a magical communication from outside his demiplane interrupted his plan.

"Hi, did you miss me?"

In the communication, the pink fairy girl greeted Moros with her usual liveliness and playfulness.

Since their last parting, when Moros gifted Elysia the [Spectre Jar], their communication had become more frequent.

Elysia would occasionally share her joys, confusions, and even trivial daily matters with him through magical communication.

If it were someone else, Moros might have felt a little impatient with such frequent and irregular communication.

But because it was Elysia, every communication made Moros feel exceptionally precious.

Genuine care and concern for others were irresistible.

Although Moros's views had diverged significantly from ordinary humans due to the erosion of negative energy and prolonged magical research, he still cherished his sincere feelings for Elysia as always.

"Of course."

Moros replied gently, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, revealing a doting smile.

He waved his hand, signaling the Spectral Dragon to wait quietly in place, and then cast a spell again, shaping a backrest chair made of force fields.

Leisurely slumping into the chair, Moros continued to chat happily with Elysia.

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Chapter 71: Invitation and Demiplane

In the course of their relaxed conversation, Moros quickly grasped the core of Elysia's magical communication.

She enthusiastically invited Moros to join her in watching a concert that Eden was holding in the Far East.

In just a few short months, Eden had earned the right to hold a solo concert thanks to her extraordinary talent.

Even with all the favorable factors at play, one couldn't help but marvel at Eden's exceptional abilities.

"It's my honor!"

Moros gladly accepted Elysia's invitation, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes. He then extended a sincere invitation to the pink fairy as well.

"After the concert, Ely, are you interested in visiting my place?"

Moros's intention was clear in his words; he wanted to have an in-depth discussion with Elysia, perhaps even a partial reveal.

He firmly believed that whether Elysia knew his identity as a Necromancer or understood the existence of his demiplane, she wouldn't make things difficult for him.

In Moros's heart, Elysia was someone he could trust.

Or, one could say, if there was anyone in this world he deeply believed in, it was undoubtedly Elysia.

Upon receiving Moros's invitation, a bright and warm surprise flickered in Elysia's beautiful eyes, which were like a clear blue ocean.

"Of course, Moros, I'd be delighted to accept your invitation."

The pink fairy's smile bloomed like a flower, her narrowed eyes sparkling with joy.

Seeing her expression, Eden, who had been quietly observing her magical communication with Moros, felt a pang of jealousy.

Sharply sensing Eden's slight moodiness, Elysia playfully took Eden's hand and asked kindly.

"My dear Eden, what are you thinking about? Moros invited me to his place, do you want to come along too?"

Eden was slightly taken aback. She truly hadn't expected Elysia to invite her so directly.

As a fellow user of the Spectre Jar, Eden knew very well that Moros could clearly hear their conversation at that moment.

She looked at Elysia's eyes, as brilliant as stars, and a ripple of emotion stirred within her.

However, having embarked on the path of pursuing art, even someone as talented as Eden had to pay a price.

After briefly recalling her schedule after the concert, Eden sighed softly, a hint of apology in her eyes.

She realized she genuinely didn't have enough time to accept her best friend's invitation.

"Ely, I'm truly grateful for your invitation. But unfortunately, my schedule is quite packed from here on out, and I might not be able to free up time to visit Moros's place."

Knowing the pink fairy's personality well, Eden understood that if she didn't do something, Elysia might refuse Moros's invitation because of her.

So, she made a small request.

"However, I'm sure you and Moros will have a memorable time there. Please convey my apologies and thanks to him, okay?"

"Wuu~"

Seeing Elysia's pouting little face, Eden couldn't help but reach out and gently poke her. The soft touch made her

mood instantly lighten.

She coaxed with a smile.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. When I have time, I'll definitely accompany you to play with Moros, okay?"

Elysia's lips curved upward slightly, amused by Eden's actions. Although still a bit disappointed, her dissatisfaction had already faded.

"Fine then, I'll reluctantly accept your apology. But remember, you have to come with me next time!"

Listening to the interaction between Elysia and Eden on the other end of the magical communication, Moros wore a knowing smile.

He knew that all the efforts and busyness he had put in for Eden were now being met with the most sincere response.

This friendship and trust made him feel incredibly content and happy.

At the same time, Moros was also filled with anticipation for Eden's upcoming solo concert.

He couldn't wait to witness Eden's performance on stage, to experience her extraordinary talent and charm.

After cutting off the magical communication with Elysia and Eden, Moros slowly stood up from the transparent backed chair made of force fields.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the completely transparent force field chair vanished into the air like a fleeting dream, leaving no trace behind.

Let's go.

Stepping onto the Spectral Dragon that lay prostrate on the Magic Guild's stargazing platform, Moros gave the command.

"Roar!"

Under the Necromancer's command, the Spectral Dragon let out a low growl, flapped its tattered dragon wings covered in dense death magic, and soared into the sky of the demiplane, heading towards the furthest wild troop nest from the graveyard city—the Graveyard Military Outpost ().

Graveyard Military Outpost: Speeds up the weekly growth rate of certain high-level graveyard creatures within the occupier's territory. This building can be used to recruit high-level graveyard creatures.

It was precisely because of the existence of numerous wild troop nests like the Graveyard Military Outpost that Moros had previously lacked sufficient resources to recruit accumulated troops.

To be honest, riding a Spectral Dragon wasn't a comfortable experience.

At least, not for living beings.

Even if one could ignore the biting cold and wild storms at high altitudes, the death magic emanating from the Spectral Dragon would relentlessly erode surrounding creatures.

If not for the sturdy barrier formed by the surging magic on his skin, Moros would never have chosen this method of travel.

But reality offered no "if," and with his exquisite control over his magic shield, the Necromancer still stood firmly on the head of the Spectral Dragon.

Looking down from high in the sky, the magnificent scenery of the demiplane unfolded before his eyes, and Moros felt an unusual sense of calm.

This was not the first time he had ridden a Spectral Dragon, soaring through the skies of the demiplane.

Moros clearly remembered the day the first Spectral Dragon slowly crawled out of the [Dragon Vault]. He had ridden it then, experiencing a similar perspective to today.

However, unlike today, on that day, as Moros patrolled the demiplane's skies on his Spectral Dragon, he had also cast the level five Dark Magic spell—[Curse of the Underworld]—a few times, easily annihilating several waves of spawned wild monster units.

Under Moros's spells and the Spectral Dragon's breath, those monsters were as fragile as straw, offering no resistance.

Moros's demiplane environment was meticulously shaped by a great being, perfectly imitating the natural environment of the Ashan World.

In the Ashan World, there existed a peculiar natural phenomenon known as [Special Week].

Toad Week, Chicken Week, Dragonfly Week...

Wyvern Week, Centaur Week, Skeleton Week...

Plague Week, Absurdity Week, Magic Week...

Various [Special Weeks], with different buffs, debuffs, or even no effect at all, had a significant impact on the Ashan World's environment.

Specifically within Moros's demiplane, each single-creature type week would leave behind a considerable number of wild monster units of the corresponding type.

Chapter 72: Troop Recruitment and Transformation

After clearing the Iron Golem and Steel Golem units that appeared on the road due to [Golem Week] with his campaign spells and the Spectral Dragon's breath, the Spectral Dragon arrived above a [Graveyard Military Outpost].

This outdoor troop nest, capable of recruiting high-level Graveyard creatures, looked like a church painted in pitch black, solemn and majestic.

It exuded a chilling aura, as if it could devour all surrounding light and life.

This was not merely an illusion.

In fact, any high-tier Graveyard magical building would inevitably leak a trace amount of death magic.