Even a Divine Apostle who wielded authority could hardly conceal such numbers completely.
Especially not from the Floating Battleship's advanced detection systems.
As Vill-V's painstaking masterpiece, this Floating Battleship incorporated the most cutting-edge technology of its era.
Combined with the abundant resources generously provided by Moros, its detection systems were advanced enough that ordinary means could not easily deceive them.
Perhaps only technology from an interstellar civilization could accomplish that.
"Then I'll be going on ahead."
After embracing the voluptuous young woman beside him, whose outfit was predominantly brown and who wore a pair of long boots, the necromancer opened a portal leading to the battleship's upper deck.
At the same time, beneath the battleship, under that enormous steel shadow, a Demiplane passage silently opened.
Deploying the Undead Legion required time.
Even though Moros confidently believed that the Herrscher of Death would not be his opponent, he would not rashly unleash the Undead Legion under the watchful eyes of a Divine Apostle.
Passing through the portal and stepping onto the cold steel deck, the necromancer began chanting an eerie, sinister incantation.
Avatar of Death!
At the cost of 3,900 mana, he successfully summoned a level 34 Avatar of Death.
"Roar!"
With an earth-shaking dragon roar, Moros, having drunk a vial of Gift of the Magic Well potion, leaped into the air and landed firmly on the back of this Spectral Dragon-shaped Avatar of Death.
Move out!
At his command, the Avatar of Death violently beat its tattered dragon wings, shrouded in a dense fog of negative energy condensed entirely from Death Mana. It soared into the sky like a black bolt of lightning, tearing across the heavens as it charged straight toward the Herrscher of Death.
From the deck surveillance system on the battleship's upper deck, Vill-V watched her lover