Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　However, all they could find was a cold, lifeless corpse.

　Jeffrey's face was still clearly showing terror and despair, his wide eyes seeming to proclaim a horrifying truth to the world.

　The necromancer's revenge has quietly descended, and no one can escape it.

　The high-ranking officials present witnessed all of this, and their faces instantly turned deathly pale.

　They finally realized what the real cause of death was for this once powerful politician.

　"How to do?"

　"A bureaucrat asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness," he said.

　"You ask me, who else can I ask?"

　Another bureaucrat responded, his voice equally filled with panic.

　The bureaucrats exchanged glances, but each saw the confusion and despair in the other's eyes.

　Clearly, everyone was filled with confusion and helplessness in the face of the necromancer's revenge.

Chapter 247 The Stubborn Snake and the Revenge

　At the same moment Jeffrey died, deep underground in the Mebius Institute in Queensland, a green figure was silently gazing at an altar tightly surrounded by a group of high liches.

　At this moment, Möbius was not wearing the white lab coat that signified his identity as a researcher, but had changed into casual clothes suitable for movement.

　Of course, the main colors are still black and green.

　At this moment, wearing a pair of low-cut boots, she was steadily walking towards where Moros was.

　But just as Mebius was about to step onto the steps of the altar base, the previously motionless lich suddenly raised the long-handled staff in his hand.

　The next moment, an invisible magical barrier appeared out of thin air, firmly blocking her from entering.

　"Moros?"

　Mebius called softly, her voice echoing in the quiet underground space.

　Having gained considerable magical knowledge from Moros, she knew that despite the distance of several dozen meters between them, the necromancer, who had already undergone four leaps in life level, would definitely be able to catch her voice.

　As expected, under the gaze of Möbius's pink-green gradient eyes...

　Moros's figure suddenly disappeared at the top of the altar and then reappeared beside her.

　"Stop going any further."

　Seemingly noticing the green-haired woman's confusion, Moros continued to explain.

　"This altar is in operation, and it is filled with the magic of death; it will harm you."

　After hearing his explanation, Mebius felt resentful, but he also understood that Moros's concerns were not unfounded.

　As one of the most outstanding biologists of our time, she was well aware that the human body has its limits.

　What can’t be done just can’t be done.

　However, given her personality, she certainly wouldn't back down verbally.

　Mebius raised his head slightly, looking firmly into Moros's eyes, his voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.

　“I’ve already undergone the enhancement surgery that serves as a prerequisite for the [Fusion Warrior Surgery]. According to my calculations, I should be able to withstand the effects of this death magic…”

　Mebius’s words exuded an undeniable confidence, but her actions contrasted sharply with them.

　The beautiful female scientist did not continue towards the altar, but resolutely turned to face Moros, abandoning her plan to ascend the altar.

　Clearly, she had heeded the necromancer's advice.

　Seeing this, Moros did not expose Mebius's thoughts.

　He still has this bit of emotional intelligence.

　Perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable with the teasing look in Moros's eyes, Mebius reached out and smoothed his long, soft green hair, trying to change the subject.

　"Oh right, is this what you wanted me to see?"

　Seeing that Mebius wanted to change the subject, the necromancer smiled and nodded.

　"Yes, as you can see, that politician who tried to cause you trouble has left this world forever..."

　He paused briefly, seemingly giving Mebius some time to process the information, before continuing.

　“Jeffrey is just the beginning; everyone involved will pay the price for their actions.”

　Although Mebius was slightly annoyed that Moros had called her out of the laboratory for this reason, she could still sense the deep concern in his words.

　This genuine care from Moros made her squint slightly, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

　"Ha, boring..."

　With a soft hum, Mebius left the mysterious space located beneath the research institute without looking back.

　The necromancer, known for his ruthlessness, didn't take Möbius's reaction to heart.

　As a demigod-level spellcaster from Ashan, he could naturally sense the fleeting emotional fluctuation in Mebius's eyes.

　Even a stubborn snake can be kind of cute...

　He chuckled to himself, and without the necromancer making any move, his figure vanished silently from the spot.

　Now that Moros had assured Mebius that Jeffrey's fate was just the beginning, what reason did he have not to continue his unfinished mission?

　Under the terrifying power of the necromancer's curse, ten high-ranking and powerful figures died suddenly in their luxurious residences overnight.

　Their deaths were bizarre and horrific, clearly not explainable by natural causes.

　Faced with this series of bizarre deaths, and combined with the necromancer's previous declaration of revenge to the Firemoth Council, how could those in power at the top of the human society's pyramid not know that this was the necromancer's ruthless retaliation against them?

　Upon realizing this, these powerful figures were not only furious but also gripped by deep fear.

　It's understandable that they feel angry.

　For a long time, in the world of these meat-eaters, they have only ever been the ones to oppress others; there has never been any retaliation from others.

　In their eyes, even if they kill someone, it is a kind of favor to that person.

　If anyone dares to resist, it is a violation of the operating rules of human society, an act of rebellion against Heaven and the Way, and a great act of treason.

　As for fear?

　That makes it easier to understand.

　Before today, these great figures who steer the course of human society never imagined that their lives would be in such a precarious state.

　Initially, the necromancers' vengeful spirits did indeed give them similar experiences.

　However, with the widespread deployment of Honkai energy-enhanced weapons and equipment, the monsters that once instilled fear in them have gradually come to be seen as just slightly more powerful killers, no longer able to arouse the deepest fear in their hearts.

　It is precisely this confidence that emboldens them to launch secret wars and attempt to resolve the root causes of problems by force.

　Then, the necromancer taught these arrogant big shots a lesson in the secret war.

　The destructive power of the "Doomsday Judgment," comparable to a high-yield nuclear weapon, forced these predators to admit that necromancers were qualified to sit at the same table with them and share the world's spoils.

　Then, the fall of the Fourth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Wind, made them realize the power of necromancers.

　They developed a deeper sense of apprehension.

　However, even under such circumstances, these nobles still maintained a certain degree of confidence, believing that if a full-scale war were to break out with the necromancers, the outcome would be a 50/50 chance.

　This is why they dare to challenge the bottom line of necromancers.

　The logic behind this is actually quite straightforward.

　Just like the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, during the Cold War, despite knowing that they possessed the power to destroy each other, they still engaged in a series of provocations and confrontations.

　They certainly understood the risks of such provocation, but for the sake of ultimate victory and benefit, such risks had to be borne.

　Unfortunately, these power-hungry individuals at the pinnacle of human society overlooked the fundamental difference between necromancers and ordinary opponents.

　Unlike countries that follow the path of technological civilization, the actions of extraordinary individuals who wield great power are often unpredictable and difficult to prevent.

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Chapter 248 Compromise and the Local Tyrants' allegiance

　Just like this retaliatory action.

　Did Morros know that his remote curse ritual could cause the situation to spiral out of control?

　With the necromancer's profound wisdom, he was certainly well aware of it.

　However, he still took this action without hesitation.

　As the saying goes, "A single punch can prevent a hundred more."

　When those powerful figures who control all aspects of human society cross his bottom line, only such a resolute counterattack can make them deeply understand the necromancer's attitude and determination.

　There was no compromise, no retreat.

　The powerful and wealthy are faced with a clear choice.

　The choice is between a full-scale nuclear war that would cripple them regardless of victory or defeat, or a wise step back to acknowledge the failure of this probing operation and reassess their relationship with the necromancer.

　Faced with such a choice, those prominent figures at the top of the pyramid of human society were caught in an unprecedented dilemma and struggle.

　They certainly didn't want to admit their defeat; it wasn't just a matter of saving face.

　Their repeated defeats at the hands of necromancers have begun to shake their authority.

　But the powerful and wealthy also refused to risk a full-scale nuclear war and continue their confrontation with the necromancers.

　This was certainly not because they pitied the tragic casualties that war would inevitably cause.

　In the eyes of the powerful and wealthy, it is an honor for the common people to be able to sacrifice their lives for them.

　Their fear of full-scale nuclear war stems purely from considerations of their own interests.

　In terms of large-scale destruction, necromancers have already proven themselves in the secret wars.

　Now, this magician has sacrificed the lives of ten colleagues to prove his absolute superiority in certain aspects.

　Although these powerful figures were well aware that necromancers' magic was not without flaws, they were unwilling to risk their lives to test that possibility.

　If they lose the bet, they will lose everything—power, status, wealth, and even their lives.

　Even if you win the bet, so what?

　Can they really eliminate the threat of necromancers completely?

　The answer is obvious.

　Even after defeating this mage with extraordinary power, they were powerless to kill him completely.

　Given this, the significance of victory becomes extremely limited in their eyes.

　Faced with this predicament, these carnivores had to begin to re-examine their stance and strategies in dealing with necromancers.

　After heated debate, these powerful figures reached a consensus.

　Acknowledge their defeat and exchange peace for tangible benefits.

　There was no other way; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Faced with the high probability of dying on the spot if a fight broke out, the powerful and wealthy could only choose this kind of coping strategy.

　The immense humiliation and lack of security of being beaten and forced to show goodwill while bleeding.

　This greatly stimulated the nerves of these meat-eaters.

　However, they have no other choice now.

　Faced with the unfathomable magical power of the necromancer, they knew that any form of provocation or confrontation would only put them in a more dangerous situation.

　Therefore, they had no choice but to grit their teeth, endure this immense humiliation, and engage in peace negotiations with the necromancer.

　As it turns out, when it comes to their own lives, the usually inefficient elites have demonstrated extraordinary efficiency.

　They quickly reached a consensus, abandoning their past arrogance and pride, and the very next day dispatched a small but highly prestigious delegation aboard a large Moth-shaped transport plane to the Australian continent.

　Of course, the high efficiency of this operation by the powerful and wealthy was also inseparable from Mo's influence.

　The immense deterrent effect of the remote curse ritual that Los performed again on the second night.

　Having witnessed the deaths of ten more colleagues in terror, the powerful and influential once again came to a sobering realization of the necromancer's power and resolve.

　When faced with a threat to life, the undermining of authority is no longer such an unacceptable thing.