Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 6

However, the farmers and militiamen currently occupying the lumber mill were troops from the Holy See faction.

Although morale would affect them, it wasn't enough to make them rout without a fight.

These farmers picked up their pitchforks and, along with the militiamen, formed a dense formation.

Skeleton Archers, volley fire!

As Moros gave the order, the Skeleton Archers drew their bows and loosed thousands of bone arrows at the clustered farmers and militiamen.

As the arrow rain sliced through the air, the farmers and militiamen did their best to respond, swinging their pitchforks and spears in an attempt to shoot down the deadly projectiles.

This method of response was not entirely ineffective; some arrows were indeed successfully knocked down.

However, facing the dense, rain-like volley of arrows, a large number of farmers and militiamen were still unfortunately hit and fell in pools of blood.

The attack power of Skeleton Archers was considered low among the many troop types in the Ashan World.

Yet, their power was comparable to modern compound bows, and with the faint death magic entwined around the arrows, a direct hit on an ordinary person had a fifty percent chance of being fatal.

In just one volley, nearly a thousand farmers and militiamen fell.

Seeing how effective the Skeleton Archers' attacks were, Moros couldn't help but feel a hint of regret for his previous caution.

But if given the choice again, Moros would still choose to lead his troops out only after he was capable of protecting himself.

Skeleton Archers, continue volley fire!

Under Moros's command, a new round of arrow rain descended once more.

Zombies, protect the Skeleton Archers!

At the same time, nearly two thousand zombies roared and pushed forward, forming a flesh-and-blood barrier in front of the Skeleton Archers to protect the fragile archer units.

Ghosts, Vampires, maintain altitude, prepare to dive at any moment!

Ghosts and Vampires circled in the sky, ready to dive and attack at any moment.

Moros's meticulously crafted tactics made the undead army function like a precisely operating war machine, ruthlessly consuming the enemy's lives.

After the second volley, of the already heavily wounded farmers and militiamen, less than half of those who had been present at the start of the battle could still stand.

The heavy casualties broke through the morale threshold of the monster troops, causing them to fall into chaos.

However, the monsters' chaos would not affect Moros's command.

While the farmers and militiamen were held back, the third and fourth volleys rained down upon them.

By this point, the outcome of the battle was already clear.

At the cost of expending a large number of arrows, the undead army achieved victory in this battle with zero casualties.

Chapter 9: Harvest and Strength Surge

[Glorious Victory!]

[Hero gained 8848 experience points!]

[Level Up!]

[Life Strength increased…]

[Mana +1]

[Please choose a skill: Defensive Studies / Luck / Dark Magic]

The moment the last militiaman fell, riddled with arrows, a series of prompt messages popped up from the Hero Panel.

Slaughter was indeed the best fodder for a Necromancer's growth.

After just one major battle, the experience Moros gained was enough for him to level up several times.

The leveling system in the Ashan World was different from that of Faerun; levels automatically increased once enough experience was accumulated, and there was no concept of "level capping."

After making his choices, Moros's level successfully increased to 7, and his Hero Panel underwent significant changes.

[Level: 7]

[Attack: 0+1]

[Defense: 1+1]

[Mana: 5+3]

[Knowledge: 2]

[Skills: Necromancy (Intermediate), Enlightenment (Intermediate), Dark Magic (Beginner), Summoning Magic (Beginner), Destruction Magic (Beginner)]

Feeling the unprecedented power surging within him, the smile on Moros's face grew even brighter, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Power! Power is surging!"

Clenching his fists, Moros could feel every one of his cells becoming active and cheering.

This was not a mere illusion caused by a sudden surge of power.

Essentially, an increase in professional level was a process of leaping in life's hierarchy.

The leap from level 0 to level 1 symbolized the transformation of an ordinary person into a transcendent; the jump from level 10 to level 11 represented the evolution of an ordinary transcendent into a being of exemplary caliber.

As for the dividing line between low-tier and mid-tier from level 5 to level 6?

Although a gap had already formed between the strength of low-tier and mid-tier professionals, their life essences were the same.

Each increase in level was an enhancement of life's potential.

As this enhancement continued, their life essences would leap forward.

Taking Moros's current physical condition as an example, after advancing from level 2 to level 7, his physical fitness, which was originally equivalent to that of an ordinary adult, had significantly improved, reaching the level of a B-rank Valkyrie under the Mandate of Heaven.

Do not underestimate a B-rank Valkyrie; such strength was enough for them to win against a Chariot-class Honkai Beast in a one-on-one fight.

Chariot-class Honkai Beasts might seem weak in the game, but in the real world, they were by no means pushovers.

Even though they were still considered fodder in the Honkai Beast hierarchy, Chariot-class Honkai Beasts, which stood between 10 to 20 meters tall, required heavy artillery to be eliminated according to the setting.

When calculated this way, one could understand just how strong Moros's physical condition was at this moment.

Getting back on track, after calming his excitement from the surge in strength, Moros began to handle the post-battle work.

He issued an order to clear the battlefield, instructing his undead troops to gather the corpses of farmers and militiamen.

At the same time, Moros himself, escorted by a small squad of Vampires, approached the [Lumber Mill].

[Do you wish to begin occupying the Lumber Mill?]

Facing the option that popped up on his Hero Panel, Moros chose [Yes] without hesitation.

Immediately, a progress bar unfolded on his Hero Panel.

After a long ten minutes, the progress bar finally reached its end, and the Lumber Mill, originally occupied by monster troops, finally came under his control.

[Lumber Mill]: Each Lumber Mill under your control can provide 2 units of wood per day.

It was at this very moment that Moros knew the development of his controlled Graveyard city had entered the fast lane.

War was fought with logistics and resources!

Whoever held the advantage in these aspects would be invincible.

"Master, the enemy corpses have all been collected."

A Vampire, flapping its bat-like wings, landed gracefully before Moros and reported the progress of the battlefield cleanup.

Moros nodded slightly.

"Very good, then let's go."

Glancing at the [Lumber Mill], which had already begun operating normally, Moros returned to the previous battlefield with his Vampire squad.

[Necromancy]!

Without any further ado, upon seeing the mountain of corpses, Moros immediately began to cast [Necromancy].

Under Moros's chanting and gestures, a large amount of death mana began to gather, permeating the battlefield.

This mana flowed like a dark torrent, surging and churning, exuding a cold and deathly aura.

Controlling the surging death mana, Moros began to awaken the remains of those who had fallen here.

As the spell progressed, the bodies of farmers and militiamen gradually changed. The flesh and sinews that originally covered them were eroded and corrupted, gradually revealing their bare bones.

"Crunch~ Crunch~"

Amidst the sound of bones grinding against each other, hundreds and thousands of skeleton soldiers rose to their feet.

These individuals, who had just been fighting against Moros's army, now all became Moros's loyal servants, obeying his commands and fighting for him.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Necromancer profession; as long as they could keep winning, the army in the Necromancer's hands would only grow larger.

With the success of the first attempt, Moros's advance became even smoother.

He led his undead army, successively conquering resource buildings such as the [Mine], [Lumber Mill], and [Gold Mine].

Facing the monster troops guarding these buildings, his army was like an unstoppable force, crushing them one by one.

As night fell and the sky darkened, Moros decided to march his troops back to the city.

However, at this stage of the war, the number of troops under his command had not decreased but increased.

Through the day's battles, he had successfully achieved the strategic goals set before setting out.

Thanks to Moros's hard work, his territory could now obtain an additional 6 units of wood, 8 units of stone, and 1000 gold coins daily.

This was like sending charcoal in the snow for the future development of his Graveyard city.

In addition, Moros had also used [Necromancy] to transform the defeated monster troops into a massive skeleton army.

The addition of this force had further inflated Moros's strength.

Not only in terms of territory and troops, but the battles of the day also brought Moros's level up to 12.

[Level: 12]

[Attack: 0+2]

[Defense: 2+2]

[Mana: 8+6]

[Knowledge: 3]

[Skills: Necromancy (Advanced), Enlightenment (Advanced), Dark Magic (Intermediate), Summoning Magic (Intermediate), Destruction Magic (Beginner), Sorcery (Beginner)]

Just by looking at this Hero Panel, one could deeply feel the ferocity with which Moros harvested experience in today's battles.

The increase in level not only brought an explosive growth in Moros's strength but, more importantly, by successfully breaking through the level 10 mark, he had now entered the ranks of exemplary beings.

From the perspective of lifespan, after the Human bloodline ascended to exemplary beings, they would enjoy at least 200 years of long life.

As for physical fitness, Moros now possessed a robust physique comparable to an A-rank Valkyrie.

Chapter 10: A Partial Confession

After returning to Earth from the demiplane, Moros was instantly dumbfounded.

The sun, already setting in the west, told him that the time flow in the demiplane had become the same as the time flow on Earth.

In previous explorations, the time flow in the demiplane had always been much faster than on Earth.

It was precisely because of this that Moros had formulated a strategy to capture all basic wild resource buildings within a day's journey of the Graveyard city.

But now, everything had changed.

What was going on?!

Facing this sudden change, he didn't have time to overthink. The pressing matter was how to explain his one-day disappearance to his parents.

Moros quickly organized his thoughts, considering how to fabricate a reasonable excuse.

However, before Moros could finish weaving a logically consistent lie, his parents—Emma and Frakt—appeared before him together.

"Little Moros, you'd better explain where you went today."

Facing his father's stern gaze and questioning, Moros unconsciously flinched.

He stole a glance at his mother, hoping for some comfort and protection.