Gazing at Extreme Evil's beautiful, alluring face, the necromancer asked with utmost seriousness.
After receiving her affirmative answer, he turned his gaze to Mobius, Elysia, and Eden.
"Do you feel the same way?"
"Of course, Mentor."
"Miss Fairy wouldn't back down at a time like this."
"We are willing to fight by your side and face this challenge together."
Looking at the three charming young women before him, warmth welled up in Moros's heart.
He felt their resolve and understood that his attempts to dissuade them were futile.
After a moment of silence, the necromancer finally relented.
"Fine. Since you have all made up your minds, then we will face the Herrscher of the End together."
But his tone immediately turned stern.
"But there is one thing I must make clear in advance: I will never allow you to enter the front lines and confront the Herrscher of the End directly!"
The Necromancer's Preparations Before Battle
Time returned to the present.
While the many Flame-Chaser Warriors, including Padofelis, made the most of these rare twenty-seven hours of free time and immersed themselves in whatever they wished to do, Moros also sent the last batch of troops recruited from wilderness troop recruitment structures, drawn from various factions, into the Netherworld Shrine.
As a highly orthodox necromancer of the Necropolis faction, Moros had not mastered the magical technique vital to commanding troops from multiple factions—Leadership.
Therefore, Moros needed to convert every troop that did not belong to the Necropolis faction into undead troops of the Necropolis faction.
The Netherworld Shrine's conversion process was extremely swift.
In merely a few breaths, these troops completed their transformation from the living to the dead and officially became members of the Undead Legion.
Standing proudly atop the head of the High Legendary undead behemoth—the Gravity Bone