Leaving everything else aside, with Viscount Pierre's recommendation, Catherine was confident that once she returned to her clan, she could raise her title by another rank.
After sending off the vampire clan's envoy, Moros did not linger in Canberra for long.
He resolutely activated the portal to the North American Continent and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the grand project of constructing the Territory-level Soul Collection Array.
Time passed swiftly. Three months had quietly gone by since the catastrophe of the Tenth Great Collapse.
The urgency of time hung over the necromancer's head like a sharp Sword of Damocles, constantly reminding him that he had to seize every second and could not afford even the slightest slackness or delay.
Under such circumstances, the necromancer naturally had no reason to slow down.
However, on this planet shrouded beneath the shadow of the Cocoon of Finality, fate always seemed fond of playing tricks on people.
Even if Moros deliberately avoided getting entangled in trouble, trouble always found its way to him when he least expected it.
Just as Moros was concentrating on building the Territory-level Soul Collection Array deep within the Rocky Mountains, an unforeseen medium-scale Honkai disaster suddenly struck a town near his chosen site.
Ordinarily, this had nothing to do with him.
Whether it was the elite forces of Moth to Fire's North American branch or the formidable combat strength of the local National Guard, either was enough to handle an ordinary Honkai disaster without being easily crushed.
The North American National Guard's armed forces were by no means something ordinary people could match.
Their equipment was practically on par with the regular army of the North American hegemon.
From Honkai Energy Main Battle Tanks equipped with Electromagnetic Railguns, to new self-propelled artillery carrying Honkai Energy Cannons, to the latest fighter