Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 365 The Aftermath of the Sudden Change: The Advancement Finally Arrives

Before the orc's blood had even dried, Farrell appeared before Chen Mo once again.

"Your Excellency, your benevolence shines upon the entire White Deer Plain."

Chen Mo slowly shook his head.

He stood at the edge of the makeshift command post, looking at the platform that had just witnessed revelry and death, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold iron railings.

The emotional wave that had swept through the entire venue had somewhat affected him. Especially during the final execution, with each swing of the gleaming blade, snowflakes flew, and as head and body separated, a tsunami of cheers, a mixture of wailing and frenzied shouts, crashed over him.

The fervor of the laborers and slaves burned across the entire plain, making the ancient, heavy earth tremble. As the mastermind and instigator of all this emotion, he himself was inevitably swept up in this surging torrent of feelings.

This feeling... is terrifying.

Look at Farrell's eyes across from him; he probably senses not mercy, but brutality!
"High Priest Farrell!"

Chen Mo turned around, his expression becoming even gentler.

"I fought the orcs, and I tried my best to save these people on the plains. In any case, I am fighting on the front line of the battle between humans and orcs. Behind me, not only do I not receive support from human nations, but there are also some guys hiding in the shadows, holding me back."

"I hope that Rainbow City, as my ally, will not let me down!"

"Of course, Your Excellency!"

Farrell bowed slightly, his expression a mixture of respect, kindness, and something else that was hard to define.

“I have contacted the Holy City urgently through the Holy Symbol, and Archbishop Ryan Moonsong personally responded.”

"The Holy City has confirmed that it will provide greater support to our most steadfast ally. The core components of the holy magic array you requested for controlling and purifying the undead ruins, along with several key holy artifacts, are being retrieved from the secret vault and are being escorted by a special team of Templar Knights. They should arrive safely in the Vast Sea soon."

"Furthermore, Rainbow Holy City and Mist Moon Divine Court will firmly support all righteous actions taken by Guihan Sea Territory to reclaim White Deer Plains and restore the homeland of the human race!"

The latter part of the support didn't specify how it would be provided, but it's highly likely that it would primarily consist of emotional support...

However, Chen Mo didn't care.

Not causing trouble, not resorting to underhanded tactics, and not creating obstacles is the greatest support one can give to the Vast Ocean Territory.

The two sides "exchanged opinions pleasantly and reached several consensuses." However, before leaving, Farrell hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Your Excellency, my esteemed lord!"

Farrell carefully chose his words, speaking much slower than usual, "Please forgive my overstepping... The trial you presided over today... against the orcs and the high-ranking members of their vassal groups, was magnificent in scale and deeply moving in its process, leaving me, personally, deeply shocked and even... full of admiration."

"but……"

"However, such a scenario shouldn't happen to the human race's high-ranking officials in the future, otherwise... otherwise the Vast Ocean Territory might become... an object that everyone doesn't like!"

Apart from Chen Mo, none of the other priests and officials of the Vast Ocean present understood what he was saying.

What does it mean to not really like something?

Chen Mo understood perfectly well that Farrell's subtext was: you will become the enemy of the entire continent!

Prior to this, when the decision was made to hold this public trial, Farrell had designed a complete and highly ceremonial process for Han Hai Ling.

For example, in the opening "Chain Forging" segment, the broken shackles removed from the orc prisoners were carefully selected by representatives of various races and thrown one by one into a specially made furnace engraved with the emblem of the Han Hai. The molten iron was then cast into totem poles symbolizing the majesty of the Han Hai territory.

The high priest proclaimed to all the slaves: "These shackles that once bound your bodies will today become part of the order of the vast sea."

The entire ceremony was designed with an air of mystery, including the "Pillar of Truth" ritual object, the "Sands of Life" ceremony, the "Pact Reading" announcement, and the "Soul Repentance" segment...

In short, according to Farrell's blueprint, the entire ceremony was solemn, luxurious, and grand, and was completely under the strict control of the lord's authority.

This ceremony would greatly enhance the high status of the Lord of the Vast Ocean and the Holy City that was assisting him, and would never result in a completely out-of-control "earth-shattering accident" like the one that happened now, where the high-ranking members of the Orcs were being judged and the laborers and slaves below knelt down in a rush as soon as they stepped onto the stage.

However, Chen Mo not only completely rejected the proposal, but also sent out an ordinary human officer to preside over the trial.

What terrified Farrell most was that those pushed onto the stage to be "judged" and ultimately have their lives decided included not only orc warlords and orc chieftains, but also high-ranking human "outcasts" who had defected to the orcs, and dwarf forgers who forged weapons to suppress their own people...

Those who raised their hands to decide their fate included a diverse group of people, such as human slaves, orc laborers, and dwarf slaves.

With his years of experience in politics and the clergy, Farrell instinctively sensed an extremely dangerous atmosphere.

This is not a revenge of one race against another; it is more like a vague, large "victim group" settling accounts with another equally vague "perpetrator group."

The criteria for division here are no longer simply race, but rather... power, status, and behavior.

Was this unintentional or deliberate?
Farrell preferred to believe the former. If it was intentional, then this lord was utterly insane!

Isn't he himself the most powerful person in this land? Aren't all the officials, generals, and monks around him who support him members of the "upper class" who are currently or will soon become?
If, for merely committing some "minor mistakes commonplace in the arena of power," one is to be beheaded by those commoners in this manner, amidst fervent shouts, where is the order and dignity upon which this world operates? Where is the dignity and security of nobles, priests, scholars, and wealthy merchants?
Farrell had no choice but to step forward and offer sincere advice to the lord.

Chen Mo laughed and shook his head.

Seemingly having made a statement, yet saying nothing, High Priest Farrell could only leave Blackmane Ridge temporarily, glancing back every few steps, and agreeing on a time for their next meeting.

Under the escort of his guards, Chen Mo sped back to Xuan Shui City, entrusting all external affairs to officials at all levels in the territory, while he himself entered the Xuan Shui Swamp and went into seclusion.

The chairman of the Summer Moon Alliance, the respected lord of the Vast Ocean, seems to be finally about to break through to a new professional level.

The reason I say "seems" is because this was not part of the original plan.

In fact, Chen Mo has been stuck at this hurdle for a long time, so long that it's somewhat embarrassing.

The lord already has a highly professional team around him, constantly monitoring his cultivation progress. They have planned the most suitable meditation mode, provided the most complete psionic array, and regularly supplied various rare and valuable potions that can gently expand the spiritual sea and stabilize the psionic circuits, just like drinking water. There are also countless magical items to assist meditation and protect against inner demons.

Maximize the auxiliary conditions as much as possible, in order to help Chen Mo complete the next stage of improvement as soon as possible.

Take the Tree of Life seed hanging around the lord's neck, for example. Because of the slight loss of psionic energy, it needs to be replaced almost every three months.

In the words of the dwarven master craftsman, "The materials and crystals we use for your cultivation, lord, could be used to build up a mage even to a goblin with terrible talent!"

Chen Mo's own attitude towards cultivation is beyond reproach. A representative from the Magic Society once wrote in an internal briefing: "We have observed His Excellency's daily routine, and his diligence in cultivation and focus of will far surpass those of ordinary professionals."

"Considering that he simultaneously bears such enormous responsibilities for managing his territory and the pressure of military command, his pursuit of personal strength is enough to make most noble lords on the Starry Continent ashamed."

But reality is cruel. The lord's cultivation progress might be an exaggeration to call it snail's pace, but it certainly deserves the word "slow."

Not to mention comparing him to a prodigy like Liu Shuang, he can't even compare to an ordinary professional cultivator. This is simply using massive resources and absolute perseverance to slowly and relentlessly build up his cultivation level.

This is also one of the great perplexities that has baffled the entire magical advisory group of the territory.

Master Anthony once bluntly told the lord, "The speed of magical cultivation depends on personal talent, cultivation environment, effort, and psionic affinity!" "The lord's talent is above average, the cultivation environment and tools are top-notch, and the level of effort is top-notch, but the psionic affinity seems to be out of place."

"This is truly...inconceivable!"

However, after carefully studying the analysis results of the Magic Advisory Group and considering his own situation, Chen Mo had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Since I am not from the Starry World, I may indeed not be able to "get along" with the original psionic energy of the Starry World, and there may be some kind of "rejection" or "barrier".

In gaming terms, this is because I was penalized with an "experience penalty" due to "cross-server" training!
There's no other way; since it's a fatal flaw of the original owner, we can only slowly endure it!

According to the advisory team's rigorous prediction based on the latest data and excluding all optimistic assumptions, even if everything goes smoothly, Chen Mo will need at least one and a half to two years of arduous training to raise his condition to the critical point and attempt to break through to the fourth tier, which is a major hurdle.

Given that the oddly low affinity, the probability of failure on the first attempt is "significantly higher than the normal value".

Unless you encounter something extraordinary, like a sudden enlightenment.

However, Chen Mo suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if he had suddenly touched the threshold of a new world.

why?

After thinking it over, it seems to be related to the operation at Bailu Plain?

It was because he fulfilled part of his promise to the earthbound spirit Li Zelin, and truly took the first step in restoring the White Deer Plain, thus triggering some kind of mysterious "oath power".
Or perhaps it allowed the members of the "White Deer Restoration Society" to survive the precarious winter and thus receive the gifts of the ancient will of that land that they believed in.

Or perhaps, they took up the banner of the conflict between humans and beastmen, and were somehow destined to be together?

Or……

Did his public trial earn him the praise of some great being who transcends the cosmos?
If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it!
Let's try upgrading it first!
So, the lord flipped through the special edition of the Starry Sky Almanac, chose a time that looked pleasing to the eye, and began to try to break through to the first stage of his cultivation.

Deep within the Xuan Shui Swamp, the night was deep and silent, save for the occasional short cries of owls cutting through the damp, cold air and the faint sounds of bubbles bursting as oil surfaced in the swamp.

Large groups of guards surrounded the command post, which was filled with the gleaming magic circle and the intertwined and flashing runes. The air was filled with the scent of a mixture of calming flowers and moongrass, and various precious psionic materials were neatly arranged on shelves.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, not even deliberately entering into deep meditation, but simply breathing naturally, feeling the spiritual energy within his body that had been flowing, accumulating, and stagnating for a long time, now operating on its own with an unprecedented harmonious rhythm.

As it flows in circles, it creates a sense of naturalness and inevitable success.

Around the house, the thin, grayish-white swamp mist, as if gently stirred by an invisible hand, began to rotate extremely slowly around the center of the command post. The mist seemed to contain countless tiny water droplets, which, under the lamplight, shimmered with a faint, pearly luster.

For a moment, the swamp seemed to come alive.

The ancient plant roots that lie dormant beneath the black peat, the moss and algae that spread beneath the decaying leaves and shallow water, and even the creatures that huddle in their mud burrows during the winter, all seem to sense a call from a psychic vibration.

Faint, emerald-green specks of light, like fireflies flying in reverse, quietly emerged from all directions of the swamp, drifting and converging towards Chen Mo's location. This was not a violent extraction of energy, but more like a special pilgrimage.

The members of the Magic Society stationed on the perimeter all looked up at the same time.

Their senses were exceptionally clear; the psionic energy invisible to others in the void was crystal clear to them. Within a radius of several miles, active psionic elements leaped and surged, like rivers flowing into the sea, or like a king paying homage, all converging on that focal point.

The color of the sky subtly changed.

Against the deep purple sky, the stars seemed to be polished to a shine. The sun's corona reappeared in the cabin, and a hazy, ethereal image of a white deer seemed to flash by like lightning. The natural aura of trees stretched out like roots. When the energy gathered to its peak, a soft, invisible ripple slowly spread out from Chen Mo's center.

It seemed as if something had gently broken. Like a fledgling phoenix's first cry, or like spring ice suddenly cracking.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes inside the room.

One turn, four stages!

Finally, finally, finally we made it through!

According to the terminology used by necromancers, the current lord should be respectfully addressed as the Guide of the Underworld.

Chen Mo sensed his vigorous mental energy state. Sure enough, it was a special breakthrough, almost like an epiphany. As a result, Chen Mo not only overcame the first stage of transformation, but also did not need to undergo the core trial for job change. He just naturally passed through it.

Although the job change trial is not a big deal for the current lords.

Chen Mo immediately activated the psionic energy diversion, summoning his bloodline altar.

He couldn't wait to know what changes had occurred in the altar's energy flow this time.

Amidst the chaos and turmoil in Dongxia, the conclusion was quickly reached.

Accurate to every single bit, maximum stable transmission mass in a single batch: 6,075 tons!
Take off!
What can it do?

Chen Mo thought about it and realized that compared to before, this was undoubtedly a super leap forward, as if he could do a lot of things, but it still didn't seem like there was any fundamental breakthrough.

No one can come to the house, and we can't send an aircraft carrier over or anything like that...

Never mind, I'll leave these kinds of worries to the elders in my family.

In the following days, Chen Mo became increasingly busy.

The high command of the Vast Ocean Territory strictly enforced the confidentiality regulations, and news of the lord's promotion was restricted to a very small circle, so the outside world knew nothing about it.

After all, while a turnaround is an important milestone, there is no need to celebrate it in a big way under the current circumstances, which would attract unnecessary attention or suspicion.

Chen Mo had no intention of accepting gifts or holding a banquet, so of course the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

At the same time, Chen Mo received an award from Blue Star.

That's right, just breaking through to the first level is worth a special merit of the Blue Star Eastern Xia.

News from the battlefield continued to arrive. After the collapse of the orcish autumn hunt army, all the northern tribes that were slowly moving south retreated. With no worries about their rear, Macaja simply concentrated his forces and broke through the orcish northern camp at Qishan Pass.

The battle report detailed the spoils: mountains of grain and fodder, enough to sustain the existing army and the refugees absorbed by the Vast Ocean Territory for more than half a year; a large quantity of intact military equipment and armor; a wide variety of magical materials; and an astonishing amount of gold coins and handicrafts from various races...

Many of these supplies were looted from the Cloudlands by the Zircon Territory, and then looted from the Zircon Territory by the orcs. Seeing those familiar markings, the officers from Skyfrost City were quite disheartened.

Meanwhile, in Rainbow City of the Misty Moon Divine Court, after continuous urging, Farrell sent people to deliver the magic array and sacred objects.

Chen Mo remained highly cautious. He invited a high-ranking druid from the elves, an expert examiner from the Magic Academy, and a master craftsman from the dwarves to form a joint inspection team, which independently examined the magic array components and the sacred artifact.

The combined conclusion from all parties is that the magic array structure is intact, the sacred artifact energy is pure, and no hidden backdoor magic, tracking marks, curses, or abnormal triggering mechanisms were found.

The lord then sent the goods back to Dongxia on Blue Star.

Upon receiving these items, the Cihang Engineering Department immediately activated its highest-level strategic response.

At this very moment, the situation on Earth is in utter chaos, with war raging everywhere!
(End of this chapter)