Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　As he pondered to himself, a resolute and ruthless light flashed in the necromancer's eyes.

　He planned to completely eradicate the anti-Honkai organization, Anti-Entropy, which was rooted in this land, before reuniting with Sirin.

　With the fall of Kevin Kaslana, the inscription of "Salvation," and the departure of Su, the inscription of "Heavenly Grace," from this dimension, the landscape of power on this planet has undergone a dramatic transformation.

　Now, no one can pose a real challenge to the crumbling queen.

　Therefore, Moros believes that temporarily postponing the reunion with Sirin and instead focusing on eliminating the entropy is a wise and reasonable choice.

　However, he needs to make some preliminary preparations before eliminating this anti-Honkai organization.

　For example, you can cast a summoning spell to summon air elements to handle miscellaneous tasks.

　He's a demigod, after all. If he's already got his opponent figured out, he should at least make a grand entrance.

Chapter 358 Salt Lake City Under Heavy Pressure

　War is the king of all things; it makes some gods, some men, some slaves, and some free men.

　—Heraclitus

　February 17, 2000, Salt Lake City, North America.

　Moros ordered an army of air elementals, formed from pure elemental power, to surround Utah's capital and largest city, and began his pre-battle persuasion to force them to surrender.

　This is the world where he is carrying out the hero template promotion mission, and the soul crystals he obtains here cannot be brought back to his own world.

　Otherwise, given the necromancer's personality and allegiances, he wouldn't have attempted any persuasion to surrender; instead, he would have chosen to directly cast the legendary spell "Judgment of Doom" to wipe out the city along with Anti-Entropy's Salt Lake City base.

　But since he couldn't reap enough benefits, Moros was willing to show his benevolence and grant the people living in the city a chance to survive.

　“I am Moros, a necromancer, and this city is now surrounded by my elemental legions.”

　Under the power of magic, Moros's words, though not loud, echoed clearly in the sky above the city.

　"I sincerely urge you to lay down your weapons immediately, lest innocent blood stain this land..."

　He then proposed a condition: the city's residents must surrender the members of the Anti-Entropy Salt Lake City base as a sign of their sincerity in surrendering.

　Finally, Moros declared in an unquestionable tone.

　"Remember, my mercy is your only chance of survival. Cherish it, mortals."

　Upon hearing this, the entire city seemed to be put on pause, and the people who were panicked by the monster siege instantly grasped at a straw.

　The despair in their eyes was replaced by a glimmer of hope.

　People living in Salt Lake City realized that there might still be a glimmer of hope in this seemingly hopeless crisis.

　Unlike the original world, in this world, with the successive conclusions of the Siberian War, the War of Destiny, and the War of Krosten, the two pillar organizations that fought against the Honkai, Destiny and Anti-Entropy, suffered unprecedented heavy blows.

　In this turbulent time, the full mobilization of human civilization is a foregone conclusion in order to resist the threat of the Second Herrscher and the necromancer.

　As the call for full mobilization sounded, terms like Honkai, Herrscher, and Necromancer, which once existed only in legends and secret files, began to frequently appear in the lives of ordinary people.

　They are no longer distant terms, but have become topics of daily discussion, even influencing everyone's thoughts and behaviors.

　Such changes undoubtedly provided a solid foundation of public opinion for the rule of governments in various countries, and the legitimacy of full mobilization gained widespread recognition and support among the people.

　However, such propaganda also cemented the terrifying image of Sirin and Morros in people's minds, turning them into nightmares that people talk about with dread.

　No one wants to face the necromancers and the Second Herrscher directly, who are capable of crushing the main forces of Destiny and Anti-Entropy.

　Their survival instinct told them that it was a dead end leading to death.

　Especially now, with the entire city besieged by the air elemental legion, and Moros riding his terrifying black death dragon, circling above the city and wantonly trying to persuade people to surrender.

　Beneath this gloomy despair, a distorted way of thinking quietly began to take root.

　Since we can't contend with the power of the necromancers, at least we can target the warriors of Anti-Entropy, right?

　As the shadow of death draws ever closer, the dark side of human nature is exposed like a raw, bleeding wound.

　When the pressure of survival weighs down like a boulder, the trust and unity among the residents begin to crumble, replaced by a clash of selfishness and self-interest.

　The night was as heavy as

　As the curtain slowly descended, the streetlights cast dim, dappled light, adding a touch of unease and desolation to the city shrouded in the shadow of war.

　In this oppressive atmosphere, a group of anti-entropy warriors were tightly surrounded by residents whose anger and fear intertwined.

　Their eyes revealed complex emotions, a web of fear and anger that defied description.

　The residents shouted that Anti-Entropy should hand over its members as a bargaining chip to surrender to the necromancer in exchange for the survival of the entire city.

　"We cannot allow the safety of a few of you to plunge the entire city into utter ruin!"

　A middle-aged woman's voice pierced through the noise of the crowd; her voice trembled with excitement, and her eyes shone with an extreme desire to survive.

　"You must make a choice: either leave or be handed over!"

　The warriors of Anti-Entropy looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and indignation.

　They were once the guardians of this city, but now they have become victims pushed into the abyss.

　Their faces were filled with helplessness and anger, but even more so with disappointment at the selfishness of human nature.

　"We are fighting to protect this city!"

　A young anti-entropy soldier shouted a rebuttal, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the clamor of the crowd.

　You can't treat us like this!

　However, under immense pressure to survive, the dark side of human nature is magnified infinitely.

　Faced with the anti-entropy warriors who refused to sacrifice themselves to give them hope for survival, the residents of Salt Lake City began to lose their minds.

　They shoved and pulled at the Anti-Entropy warriors, trying to forcibly take them away.

　In this chaotic vortex, some people greedily seized the soldiers' weapons and equipment, while others watched indifferently. Some even secretly rejoiced, believing this to be the perfect opportunity to change their fate.

　The brilliance of humanity was completely obscured in this moment of despair.

　Family, friendship, morality, conscience...

　Under the threat of survival, these fine human qualities become extremely fragile, as if they could be torn to shreds at any moment.

　The infighting and betrayal among the residents were like invisible blades, severing the trust and bonds between them, and the entire city was shrouded in an indescribable chaos and despair.

　This scene is just a microcosm of the fierce conflict between the residents and the anti-entropy warriors.

　Surrounded by the air elemental legions' impenetrable encirclement and the necromancer's chilling reputation, Salt Lake City seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible web of fear. Without Moros casting any mind-controlling dark magic, the city had already plunged into an abyss of internal strife and division.

　The residents of Salt Lake City and the members of Anti-Entropy are locked in a stalemate, each refusing to compromise and acting independently in their struggle for a sliver of hope.

　Both sides are fighting for their right to survive. Trust and understanding become fragile under the pressure of survival, replaced by suspicion and antagonism.

　The warriors of Anti-Entropy knew all too well the terror of necromancers; they were not merely legendary beings, but real nightmares that could bring death and despair.

　They knew better than anyone that once they fell into Moros's hands, an inescapable darkness and end awaited them.

　This realization, like a heavy shackle, weighed on their hearts, but it also ignited their even stronger will to fight.

Chapter 359 Goodbye and Promise

　Moros had absolutely no interest in knowing about the turmoil and unrest within Salt Lake City.

　In his eyes, he was already being incredibly generous in giving the thousands of lives in the city a chance to live.

　If they refuse to cherish this hard-won opportunity and let the glimmer of hope slip through their fingers, then they have no one to blame but themselves.

　The legendary spell, Judgment Day, will burn this city, home to hundreds of thousands of people, along with Anti-Entropy's Salt Lake City base, to ashes.

　Just as Moros was waiting for the myriad beings in Salt Lake City to choose their future, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred—a dazzling purple imaginary channel appeared before him.

　Upon seeing this, the necromancer's gaze softened instantly.

　He already had a premonition that once he knew about this passage, he would surely encounter that familiar and beautiful figure.

　As expected, with the opening of the imaginary channel, a being dressed in a magnificent Herrscher gown, exuding a noble aura like a queen descending to earth, gracefully floated out.

　Second Herrscher, Sirin.

　"Moros, I knew you wouldn't let me down☆"

　Xilin's words were tinged with laughter, but behind that smile lay a barely perceptible hint of unease.

　Her gaze lingered on Moros, each pause seeming as if she were searching for something.

　Clearly, her confidence was not as firm as her words suggested.

　Sirin's memory of the thrilling battle between Kevin and Morros remains as vivid as yesterday.

　The terrifying power displayed by that fusion warrior bearing the inscription of "Salvation" still haunts her to this day.

　Although she was reluctant to admit it, reason told her that even with six Herrscher cores, she had no chance of winning against Kevin.

　The memories of fighting side by side in the past, and Moros's many heroic acts of saving her, made the crumbling queen accept this necromancer from the bottom of her heart and regard him as an irreplaceable partner.

　This bond has long transcended the boundaries of ordinary allies, evolving into a profound and resilient connection that tightly links their fates.

　Therefore, when Morros and Kevin were locked in a life-or-death struggle, Sirin's worries and anxieties surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming her.

　Moreover, with Sirin's keen insight and intelligence, she couldn't possibly be unaware of why Morros chose to fight to the death with the [Salvation] Inscription.

　Especially considering that Moros had revealed many secrets to her about Kevin, Yingjie, and the World Serpent, she understood even more the complexity and gravity behind this battle.

　However, the battle ended in an unbelievable way.

　The inscription of [Tianhui] Su, using the powerful force of the second divine key, Thousand Realms One Ride, dragged the entire battlefield, along with the figures of Moros and Kevin, into the deep quantum sea.

　The scene was so spectacular and the power so immense that even Sirin, who was on the other side of the South Asian subcontinent, could clearly feel the awe-inspiring power fluctuations.

　Shortly after the battlefield sank, Sirin rushed anxiously to the sandy land that had been eroded by the Sea of ​​Quanta.

　However, aside from the chaotic spatial fluctuations and the scene of utter devastation, she found no clues about Moros.

　This fruitless search weighed heavily on her heart, making her feelings even more somber and complicated.

　It was this heavy emotion and deep concern for Moros that drove Sirin to make a decision without hesitation after discovering Moros's whereabouts.

　She spared no expense in consuming a large amount of Honkai energy to open an ultra-long-range imaginary channel, just so she could see him as soon as possible.

　As a demigod-level necromancer who has undergone four leaps in life level, Moros's perception has reached an astonishing level.

　The moment Sirin appeared, he keenly sensed the enormous depletion of the Honkai energy stored within her body.

　With his intelligence, he instantly understood the profound emotions behind this exhaustion.

　What a pitiful child.

　Reaching out, Moros gently stroked Sirin's smooth, long purple hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and approval.

　Xilin was enveloped by this sudden tenderness. The warm touch on her scalp made her involuntarily close her eyes, immersing herself in this rare tranquility.

　A moment later, when she realized her lapse in composure, a blush crept onto her cheeks.

　Despite her shyness, the Honkai Queen felt an indescribable joy welling up inside her.

　Gently biting her lower lip, the purple-haired Herrscher tried to hide her sudden shyness, but the light in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

　She looked up at Morros, and the image reflected in his golden eyes gave her an unprecedented sense of peace.

　“Moros, your safety…is more important to me than anything else.”

　Xilin's voice trembled slightly, each word flowing from the softest part of her heart, full of sincerity and deep affection.

　"I...I can't imagine a world without you."

　Sirin's words, gentle yet carrying an undeniable power, quietly nourished Moros's heart, stirring up gentle ripples.

　He gazed at her before him, at the Herrscher who was both the embodiment of the Honkai and possessed a complex mix of vulnerability and deep affection, and felt an unprecedented warmth and resolve welling up within him.

　In Celine's eyes, he saw the most sincere and purest emotions in human nature.

　“Cirin, I cherish your feelings just as much.”

　Moros's voice was deep and powerful as he held Celine's hand tightly, giving her the most sincere and steadfast response.

　However, after a brief moment of tenderness, he had to face reality.

　"However, I have to tell you some bad news..."

　Moros's tone became somewhat heavy.

　He slowly revealed the secret that he was not a native of this world, each word like a heavy hammer striking the air between the two of them.

　"After helping you clear away all the obstacles in this world, I... must leave."