Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　After saying that, Moros waved his hand lightly and cast the [Flight Magic].

　The next moment, his figure gradually rose into the air and flew towards Christchurch without looking back.

　With Morros' departure, the spell binding Kevin and Kosmo was also lifted.

　They regained their freedom of movement, but the shock in their hearts lingered for a long time.

　"hateful!"

　The green-haired, orange-eyed boy slammed his fist on the ground, his heart churning with resentment and anger.

　He couldn't accept being so easily imprisoned by the other party, and he couldn't bear the powerlessness of watching helplessly as the Herrscher Core was taken away by the other party.

　Kevin, standing next to Kosmo, also looked grim.

　Unlike Kosmo, as the leader of the second squad, he knew the necromancer's identity.

　Therefore, from the moment Moros appeared and revealed his intentions, Kevin already understood that he...

　They are unable to protect this Herrscher core.

　Even with such mental preparation, when it actually happened to him, the feeling of powerlessness still overwhelmed him, making Kevin feel unprecedented frustration and defeat.

　Mei, what should I do...?

　Kevin silently called out that familiar name in his heart, hoping to find a sliver of comfort and guidance.

　But clearly, his calls went unanswered.

　However, Kevin is Kevin after all.

　He quickly adjusted his emotions, burying his frustration and helplessness deep in his heart and turning it into motivation to move forward.

　This future "Savior" knows that only by constantly becoming stronger can he prevent similar feelings of powerlessness from happening again and truly protect everything he cherishes.

　So he straightened his back and took a deep look in the direction where Moros had disappeared.

　Then, Kevin gently patted Kosmo's shoulder, who was still immersed in dejection, and said softly.

　"Okay, take it easy."

　He briefly introduced the necromancer Moros's glorious past achievements, giving Kosmo a deeper understanding of the strength of the young man who had just appeared before them.

　"It's not shameful that we are powerless against necromancers. But I believe that as long as we continue to work hard and constantly improve our strength..."

　"Wait, you mean, he's the necromancer who rules this country?"

　Having caught the message Kevin was trying to comfort him, Kosmo interrupted him urgently, his voice trembling slightly.

　His orange pupils trembled violently, his inner shock beyond words.

　This young man, who harbored a heart full of justice, never imagined that the ruler he had always wanted to overthrow, the necromancer who had brought his homeland to such a state, would have such a young face.

　In Kosmo's imagination, the necromancer who ruled this kingdom should be a sinister-looking, old man.

　However, reality completely overturned his imagination.

　More importantly, he found himself so powerless in the face of the necromancer, with no chance of resistance whatsoever.

　Am I really capable of shouldering the responsibility of liberating New Zealand? Do I truly have the ability to change the fate of this country?

　Thinking of this, Kosmo fell silent again.

　Seeing Kosmo's confusion and unease, Kevin once again realized that he didn't have much of a talent for comforting people.

　Thinking back to the pink fairy lady who was so popular in The Moth of Flame, her sociability always made it easy for her to resolve people's troubles.

　If only Alicia were here right now...

　Kevin muttered to himself and then gripped Kosmo's shoulder.

　Meeting Kosmo's questioning gaze, he extended an invitation.

　"Want to come and chase the moths of fire?"

　"A moth drawn to fire?"

　Moros didn't pay much attention to the conversation between Kevin and Kosmo.

　Having his own demiplane and having already reached the demigod level, he has enough confidence to regard an organization like the Fire Moth as an ordinary entity.

　Even the Fire Moth, who seized the highest authority in human society after the Ninth Great Collapse, was merely a fleeting shadow in the long river of history in the eyes of a demigod-level necromancer, insignificant as a mere speck.

　Especially in this era before the birth of the [Fusion Warrior], compared with the power and glory of the demigod level, the authority and honor of the Fire Moth seemed so pale and powerless, and not worth his attention at all.

　Therefore, after successfully recovering the Herrscher Core of the Herrscher of Wind, Moros couldn't wait to travel to Christchurch to share his joy of victory with Velvet.

　I think Vervi will like this gift!

　Thinking of the look of surprise on Velvi's face when she received the Herrscher Core, a hopeful smile appeared on Moros's face.

　As his thoughts raced, Moros had already arrived above Christchurch.

　With the necromancer's network of vengeful spirits across Australia and New Zealand, and the size of the floating warship that Velvet was riding in, he was certainly able to pinpoint the expert's current location.

　With his gaze sweeping over the bustling city exits and then at the hovering warships above the city, Moros knew perfectly well what Velvi was up to.

　Is the whole city evacuated...?

　With a gentle wave of his [Netherworld Staff], the necromancer opened a teleportation channel leading directly into the floating warship, its eerie light flashing.

　Moros knew Vervies all too well.

　He was certain that the expert was busy in the control room at that moment.

　He passed through the portal, and the view of the control room appeared before his eyes.

　Vilvi stood in front of the control panel, her two-tone hair swaying gently in the wind. Her eyes were firm and focused, and her fingers danced gracefully on the complex mechanical equipment.

　The soft light from the warship's main control room bathed her in a golden halo, making her look like an angel descended to earth.

　Upon seeing Moros's return, Vi

　Erwei's face instantly lit up with a joyful smile.

　She rushed forward and threw herself into Moros's arms without hesitation.

　"Moros, you're back!"

　"Well, I'm back."

　Listening to the sweet and happy voices coming from beside him, Moros responded gently.

　He held the beauty in his arms tightly and gently stroked her smooth back.

　Feeling that soft and intoxicatingly beautiful touch, the necromancer felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness welling up inside him.

Chapter 217 Gifts and Transactions

　After hugging for a while, Vilvie reluctantly let go of Moros.

　She raised her head, gazing into her lover's deep eyes, her voice filled with anticipation and curiosity.

　"Moros, you came back so quickly, is it because the matter has been resolved?"

　Vilvi knew exactly what Morros had been doing before.

　Although the expert knew her lover was powerful, the fact that he could defeat the Herrscher who descended with the Great Collapse in just half a day was completely beyond her expectations.

　Moros chuckled and reached out to gently ruffle Vilvi's two-tone hair.

　Feeling the smooth, silky touch on his fingertips, his eyes were filled with doting affection and tenderness.

　"Of course, I'm a demigod. How could a mere herald possibly stand against me?"

　Upon hearing Moros's answer, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in the expert's eyes.

　This confidence, based on her abilities, filled her with trust and reliance on Moros.

　It was precisely because of this sense of security that Ms. Expert accepted Morlos as her partner without reservation.

　“I knew you could do it, Moros.”

　As she spoke, Virvi's smile grew even brighter.

　Gazing at the beautiful and charming woman before him, Moros felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness.

　As if he had thought of something, he took out the Herrscher Core of the Herrscher of Wind from the storage ring he was wearing.

　This Herrscher core, shaped like an emerald green gem, has been heavily sealed by him with powerful magic to ensure that it cannot emit any Honkai energy.

　It lay quietly in his palm, emitting a faint glow.

　"Vilvi."

　Softly calling his lover's name, the necromancer handed the Herrscher Core to her.

　"This is a gift I brought back especially for you."

　Velvi looked down at the Herrscher Core in her hand, her eyes flashing with surprise and emotion.

　As the lover of the necromancer, she deeply understands the value and importance of the Herrscher core.

　It is not only the source of the Lawbringer's power, but also a treasure coveted by countless rulers.

　However, at this moment, this extremely rare Herrscher core lay quietly in her palm.

　"Moros, this is so precious!"

　Vervi looked up at Morlos.

　"Why did you think of giving me such a special gift?"

　Moros smiled slightly, offering no further explanation.

　His gaze softened as he looked at Vilvie, as if to say, "It's because of you that it's worth it."

　Seeing this, a warm feeling welled up in Velvi's heart. She tightly grasped the Herrscher Core, feeling the warmth it transmitted.

　The fact that such a priceless treasure could be entrusted to me speaks volumes.

　Perhaps even the most abyssal succubus could be more devastating.

　Standing in front of the porthole of the luxurious cabin on the airship, meticulously crafted for its owner, and looking down at Christchurch, where the city was undergoing a tense but orderly evacuation, Moros, who had changed his clothes, sighed inwardly.

　Behind him, on the soft, large bed, the expert was still immersed in a sweet dream.

　She was covered only by a thin brocade quilt, and a faint blush could be seen on her snow-white arms that peeked out from under the quilt.

　"Sleep peacefully, I'll be here with you."

　Softly murmuring, Moros reached out and gently stroked Vilvie's exquisitely beautiful cheek.

　At this moment, he was no longer the crazy and cold-blooded necromancer in the eyes of outsiders, but just an ordinary person full of doting and tenderness towards his partner.

　However, just as Moros was enjoying his time with the expert, a magical communication from Wellington suddenly rang.

　He carefully withdrew his hand from Vilvi's curvaceous body, afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

　Getting up from the bed, Moros went into the rear cabin and created a silencing barrier to ensure that Velvi wouldn't be disturbed by outside noise.

　Then, he took out the slightly trembling [Communication Badge], preparing to receive a message from Wellington.

　"what's up?"

　The necromancer's voice sounded quite calm, but if the person on the other end of the magical communication couldn't give him a satisfactory answer...

　He would then let them deeply experience the majesty and methods of a traditional necromancer.

　"Your Majesty, this is a message from the Ambassador of the United Nations."

　The message inquired whether the honor of ending this Great Collapse could be ceded to the Firemoth.

　Upon hearing Morlos's unusually calm voice, Prime Minister Keane, dressed in a suit, felt a chill run down his spine on the other end of the [Communication Badge].

　He knew that the timing of his magical communication was problematic.

　The fact that this seasoned bureaucrat can hold his position as the head of a government department speaks volumes about his capabilities.

　In a flash, Prime Minister Keane adjusted his wording.

　The words he had originally intended to use to boast about the necromancer were now swallowed whole.

　Instead, he received a proposal from his aide regarding the United Nations.

　"Oh? What price did the UN offer?"

　A cold, sharp smile curved at the corner of his lips as Moros asked with amusement.