Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Ah!"

　Before a necromancer, the souls of ordinary people are at his mercy.

　It was just a very basic form of soul torture, not even qualifying as "soul whipping," yet the assassins' souls cried out in despair, expressing their desire to abandon darkness and embrace the light.

　"Okay, now answer my question."

　The tone just now

　Just like before, but this time, no killer (soul) dared to defy Moros's will.

　Their biggest regret now is coming to carry out this mission.

　If they had known they were about to face a demon who toyed with souls and desecrated corpses, they would have preferred to be punished by their superiors rather than set foot on that terrifying passenger ship.

　"We...we just received orders, we don't know the specifics..."

　The assassins' souls exchanged glances, and then the leader's soul trembled as he answered Moros's question.

　As the owner of the bullet that pierced Moros's shoulder, the necromancer added a tiny bit of extra treatment to the assassin leader during the recent soul torture.

　Moros stated that this was due to the need for interrogation, and was by no means an act of revenge.

　"Who gave you those orders?"

　"Yes……"

　Recalling the mayor's cruelty towards traitors, the assassin leader hesitated.

　"Ok?"

　"It's Mayor Yang!"

　Noticing the displeasure on Moros's face, the assassin leader shuddered and then revealed everything he knew without hesitation.

　Having experienced the soul-torture package personally administered by Moros, and even the extra-thriller version, the assassin leader had no desire to go through that hellish torture again.

　Mayor Yang? I had no connection with him. Why would he want to kill me?

　Puzzled, Moros waved his hand, signaling the ghosts lingering around him to devour the souls of these assassins.

　Now that he knows everything the assassins know, how could Moros possibly let go of the souls of those assassins who had wounded and bled him?

　"hiss!"

　The throbbing pain in his shoulder made Moros frown. He decided to put aside his thoughts about why Mayor Yang wanted to kill him and focus on tending to his wounds first.

　After surveying the battlefield, Moros had an idea.

　"Apart from the ghosts who follow me in stealth, all the other undead are hiding and awaiting my summons!"

　He clearly conveyed the orders, ensuring that every spirit understood their mission.

　Watching the liches skillfully use their spells to conceal all the undead except for the ghosts that had already become invisible, Moros nodded in satisfaction.

　He clutched his injured shoulder and went to the bodies of the assassins.

　With a hand shaped by magic, Morros picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, removed the silencer, and fired several shots at the assassins' corpses.

　"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

　Gunshots echoed through the night sky, followed by the piercing sound of an alarm.

　"It's no problem now."

　Taking a deep breath, Moros collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder and sobbing.

Chapter 17 Aftermath and Response

　As Morros had expected, the sailors and police officers who arrived did not suspect him at all.

　Who would doubt that a six-year-old child, severely injured, could kill a group of vicious killers?

　In Moros's words, the thrilling life-or-death struggle that had just taken on a completely new interpretation.

　Those ruthless killers were originally after him, but his two loyal bodyguards risked their lives to protect him and ultimately sacrificed themselves heroically.

　Thanks to their valiant resistance, the assassins' plan to kill them was thwarted.

　Upon realizing that the sailors and police officers were approaching, the assassins decisively chose to retreat.

　This explanation was both in line with common sense and reasonable, and the sailors and police officers believed Moros's statement.

　No one had any doubts about the young child.

　"Oh, poor little guy, he must be terrified..."

　Comforted by a police officer overflowing with maternal love, Morales was taken to the ship's medical room for emergency treatment.

　According to the railway police, they will arrange for Morlos to disembark when the passenger ship arrives at the next pier, and then take him to the nearest hospital to ensure he receives the best medical care.

　In the medical room, Moros underwent a full examination.

　The ship's doctor gave him emergency treatment for his wounds and provided him with the necessary medication.

　This greatly reduced the pain in Moros's shoulder.

　Without the interference of pain, Moros's thinking became clearer and sharper.

　Combined with his father Flacco's mysterious arrangements, Maurois began to have a deeper suspicion about the assassination.

　So, what about Father's side...?

　Thinking of this, Moros could no longer sit calmly on the edge of the bed.

　His anxiety and worry prompted him to take immediate action, but he knew he had to remain calm and rational in order to better help his parents.

　He quickly summoned a train police officer and truthfully told her his guesses and doubts.

　Upon hearing Moros's guess, the train police officer's expression immediately turned serious.

　She realized this could be a very serious case, perhaps even a massacre that wiped out an entire family.

　The train police decided to immediately report the situation to headquarters and request backup.

　At the same time, she also promised Moros that she would do her best.

　Everything is being done to protect his safety.

　Moros thanked the police officer for his help and decided to stay there for the time being. He knew he couldn't act rashly, otherwise he might put his parents in greater danger.

　In the recent skirmish, Moros had already squandered most of his magic power.

　Based on his knowledge level, it will take at least a week for his magic power to return to its peak.

　However, a week is far too long for the current situation.

　Having exhausted most of his magic power, Moros's strength suddenly declined. Even with the protection of a squad of undead, he no longer had the strength to return to his parents' city and confront Mayor Yang.

　Such actions will not only fail to achieve their purpose, but may also put them in a more dangerous situation.

　That's not courage, that's recklessness.

　Therefore, despite his anxiety, Moros decided to patiently wait for the passenger ship to dock.

　He will only reassess the situation and take action after the bullet is removed from his body at the hospital.

　Just as the passenger ship carrying Moros sped up and headed towards the next dock, Mayor Yang also received a message relayed by his powerful backer.

　"Your operation has failed."

　A voice devoid of sadness or joy came from the loudspeaker.

　"Your Excellency, I'm so sorry..."

　Mayor Yang's voice was filled with fear and unease. When facing a gang leader like Mr. Flacco, he was the high and mighty mayor.

　But when faced with the powerful patron, Mu Dalu, the mayor of a remote small town is nothing special.

　To the councilors at the top of the Mu Continent political arena, Mayor Yang was merely a pawn, someone who could be replaced at any time.

　“Your Excellency, please give me another chance. I assure you, this operation will be a complete success and will not disappoint you again…”

　The silence on the other end of the phone made Mayor Yang's heart sink, but he still did his best to demonstrate his value.

　"Your Excellency, that research facility is nearing completion. Once the equipment is in place, I guarantee we'll have results within half a month!"

　Upon hearing this guarantee, a sneer came from the other end of the phone.

　"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, but remember, this is your last chance."

　The congressman's indifferent voice echoed on the phone before it was abruptly cut off.

　Mayor Yang stood frozen in place, still holding the phone receiver in his hand.

　Anger and despair welled up inside him, and he slammed the receiver down on the table, making a piercing cracking sound.

　"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

　Curses burst from the depths of his throat, and Mayor Yang angrily swept the valuable ornaments off his desk, smashing them to pieces.

　These items, which once symbolized his power and status, now seemed to have become a mockery and irony, making him feel even more pain and despair.

　He knew he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and if he failed again, he would lose everything.

　"Number 0!"

　At the shout, a tall man with a cold gaze walked into the office.

　He was Mayor Yang's right-hand man and the captain of his private army, enjoying the mayor's deep trust.

　"How's it going with Flacquard?"

　Mayor Yang asked eagerly.

　"The third squad has arrived and confirmed that the guy has taken responsibility."

　Upon hearing this answer, Mayor Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

　He knew that this news meant he could temporarily put aside matters with the investigation team and focus all his energy on the most important thing.

　"Number 0, you take a team and make a trip there yourself. Make sure the experimental equipment can be delivered to the research base."

　"Yes, Your Excellency, I will personally oversee the operation to ensure its success."

　Number 0's firm answer reassured Mayor Yang somewhat.

　He prayed silently, hoping that the research base would make a breakthrough, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

　To ensure everything went perfectly, he decided to put more pressure on the research base.

　"If the research base's results are as you say, that's naturally a good thing; but if their results disappoint you..."

　He paused meaningfully for a moment, and Number 0 immediately understood what he meant.

　"I will make sure they pay the price they deserve."

　"Very well, go ahead."

　"Yes!"

　As Number 0 departed, the office door slowly closed.

　Mayor Yang's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile as he spoke in a low voice.

　"If I'm finished, none of you will have an easy time either!"

　At this moment, Mayor Yang was like a beast driven to the brink of desperation. In order to save his political life, he was determined to take a desperate gamble.

　"Number 1, you lead squads 3, 5, and 7 to take immediate action and eliminate that survivor."

　He picked up another phone and coldly issued the order.

　the first

Chapter 18 The Battle of the Hospital

　While Mayor Yang's private army was rushing to its destination, the passenger ship carrying Moros also successfully arrived at the next dock.

　Several police cars and ambulances were already waiting at the dock.

　After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic train police officer, Morlos boarded the ambulance with the help of several medical personnel.

　"Ouch~ Ouch~"

　Accompanied by the sirens of an ambulance, Morros, protected by six ghosts, headed to the city's hospital.

　Ghosts possess the characteristic of being "incorporeal," which allows them to easily pass through obstacles on the road without having to avoid them.