Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Although his voice was calm, the helplessness and reluctance it contained were hard to conceal.

　"Moros, I..."

　Upon hearing this, Xilin's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in them.

　She wanted to say something, but found that her throat was blocked by something, and her voice was so choked that she could barely make a sound.

　At this moment, even the Second Herrscher, who looked down on all living beings and held six Herrscher cores, let down all her defenses and strength, becoming as vulnerable and helpless as any ordinary girl.

　She threw herself into Moros's arms, clutching the corner of his mage's robe tightly with both hands, as if it were her only support in this cold world.

　Her body trembled slightly, and every subtle movement revealed her inner fear and reluctance.

　Feeling the dampness on his chest, the necromancer's eyes welled up with tears.

　So, Moros decided to light a lamp of hope for Sirin.

　He gently cupped her face, letting her golden, tearful eyes look directly into his, and then solemnly made a promise.

　“Cirin, I promise you, one day, no matter how many times and dimensions I cross, I will return to your side.”

Chapter 360 The Peaceful Time of the Honkai Queen and the Necromancer

　Upon hearing Moros's assurance, Sirin looked up, her moist eyes sparkling with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

　She asked softly, her voice barely audible and trembling slightly.

　"really?"

　Seeing the broken queen looking so pitiful, Moros's heart melted.

　He nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with unwavering determination for the future and boundless tenderness for Sirin.

　"Yes, I promise you."

　After saying that, he smiled and reached out a hand, with a hint of doting affection, to ruffle Xilin's long, smooth purple hair.

　Feeling the warmth of Moros's palm, and the tenderness and care that belonged only to her, Celine's unease and fear gradually dissipated.

　She closed her eyes, letting the feeling of happiness envelop her, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.

　At this moment, even the high and mighty Honkai Queen felt an unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

　It took a long time for Sirin to pull herself away from the warmth and reassurance that Moros had given her.

　As those moist eyes regained their clarity, they inadvertently caught sight of the gloom that hung over Salt Lake City in the distance.

　She gently bit her lip, trying to hide the blush that rose on her face from her genuine emotions.

　Then, the Queen of Collapse gracefully and naturally changed the subject, posing a question to Moros.

　"Moros, what... happened over there?"

　Upon hearing this, the necromancer looked in the direction Sirin pointed and turned his gaze to the city area shrouded in black smoke.

　"That's Salt Lake City, one of Anti-Entropy's spheres of influence. They have an important base there, but now, the city is undergoing a test..."

　His words unconsciously carried a hint of sarcasm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a complex arc.

　"I once posed a choice to the residents there, a choice that concerned their survival and their morality..."

　Moros's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word revealed his profound understanding of human nature.

　As he spoke, a magical projection appeared out of thin air, displaying scenes from Salt Lake City before Sirin's eyes.

　This magical projection allowed Sirin to transcend the boundaries of time and space, placing her in a chaotic land shrouded in the shadow of death.

　She witnessed firsthand how people struggled and fought desperately for that faint glimmer of hope, even resorting to madness and ugliness.

　"And the current situation is the result of this choice—those soldiers who once built a defensive line with their flesh and blood and fought bravely to protect human civilization are now falling at the hands of those they swore to protect."

　As she listened quietly to his story and witnessed the tragic scenes projected in the magic, a deep malice shone in Sirin's golden eyes.

　"Ha, humans are always so despicable."

　Noticing the change in the Herrscher girl's emotions, Moros gently took her hand, gazed into her eyes, and spoke.

　“Cirin, what you are seeing is indeed the dark side of humanity. But please remember, it is precisely these traits, which are labeled as despicable, that are, to some extent, the reason why humanity can stand at the top of this planet.”

　Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

　On the path of the continuation of civilization, morality has never been a necessity!

　As a demigod-level necromancer, Moros possesses extraordinary insight and understanding of all this.

　He didn't want Celine to fail because she underestimated the despicable nature of humanity.

　"I understand, I won't underestimate them..."

　Turning her head slightly, a faint smile seemed to appear on the corners of Celine's mouth.

　Having received the Honkai Queen's reply, Moros said nothing more.

　So he changed the subject and invited her in a relaxed and natural tone.

　"With just a few hours left before my deadline for Salt Lake City residents, why don't we use this time to explore some nearby cities?"

　In the art of persuasion to surrender, setting a clear timeframe is crucial.

　The necromancer, well aware of this, drew a clear line for the citizens of Salt Lake City—48 hours.

　If Anti-Entropy's Salt Lake City base still exists after 48 hours, then his legendary spell will fall on the city.

　What will happen then can be gleaned by looking at the Destiny Floating Island Cluster destroyed by the "Doomsday Judgment".

　As a result, as soon as night fell, Salt Lake City was plunged into unprecedented turmoil and chaos.

　Citizens don't have much time, if they can't use this limited time...

　If they fail to act within the allotted time and fulfill the necromancer's seemingly irresistible demands, then an irreversible and tragic fate awaits them.

　Getting back to the main point, Sirin certainly wouldn't refuse Moros's invitation.

　Ogden, North America.

　Here, there is no hustle and bustle of big cities, no pressure of metropolitan areas, but a pleasant entertainment environment, exciting tourist attractions, and year-round activities.

　Ogden boasts as many as 38 recreational parks, providing ideal places for visitors to relax and unwind.

　The 17 acres of national forest surrounding the city are a precious gift from nature, providing residents and tourists with the purest and freshest air, making people feel as if they are in a paradise.

　However, this tranquility and beauty are not without their shadows.

　The menacing air elemental army that surrounded Salt Lake City, along with the enigmatic necromancer Moros behind them, added an indescribable tension to the city.

　Even so, Ogden maintains its significant commercial and manufacturing position in Utah and the wider region thanks to its unwavering spirit and strong economic foundation.

　At this moment, walking on the bustling and vibrant streets of Ogden, feeling the unique pulse of the city, Moros and Sirin's faces were filled with genuine smiles.

　Today, the Honkai Queen did not wear her signature Herrscher dress, but instead wore an extremely elegant purple dress.

　This long dress is similar in style to an evening gown, yet it retains its unique charm.

　The slightly low-cut design perfectly outlined her delicate collarbone, complementing Xilin's slightly childlike and beautiful face, exuding a unique charm that combines indescribable allure and innocence.

　"These clothes suit you very well. Did you design them yourself?"

　Moros handed a tortilla to the girl beside him and praised her with a smile.

　"Ah wu——"

　Xilin took the tortilla, took a bite, and the interwoven aromas of the tortilla—the sweetness of the corn, the richness of the meat, the spiciness of the onions, and the tangy flavor of the salsa—instantly bloomed on her taste buds, making her smile with satisfaction and happiness.

　She swallowed the food in her mouth and answered in a slightly muffled voice.

　"Yes, I've always dreamed of becoming a fashion designer..."

　At this point, a complex emotion flashed in Celine's eyes.

　Who would have thought that the infamous Second Herrscher once had such an ordinary dream?

　Unfortunately, Destiny's human experiments changed everything.

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Chapter 361 This is the time of judgment

　Given Moros and Sirin's notoriety on this planet, if it weren't for the various spells based on "mind manipulation" that were constantly in effect to alter people's perceptions, they would have caused a massive uproar the moment they stepped into a human city, and wouldn't have been able to stroll around peacefully at all.

　Whether it's Sirin, the Second Herrscher, or Moros, who wields necromancy, their names on this planet have long been inextricably linked with the title of "Great Demon King," becoming synonymous with fear and awe.

　When such a being enters the territory of Ogden City, no manager with a normal IQ can turn a blind eye and let things develop unchecked.

　However, there are no "what ifs" in reality.

　Thanks to Moros's superb magic, they wandered freely through Ogden like travelers between dreams and reality, undisturbed in the slightest.

　Given the extravagance and luxury of his and Celine's attire, how low must their IQs be to dare to cause trouble for them?

　In the streets and alleys of Ogden, Morros and Celine freely sampled all kinds of food, from street snacks to exquisite desserts, and they were full of praise for everything.

　As for the cost of purchasing these delicacies, it was not a problem at all for the necromancer and the Second Herrscher.

　They certainly wouldn't dine and dash; that would be far too tasteless.

　Moros simply used his alchemy to transform ordinary tissue paper into US dollars that even the most sophisticated banknote detectors couldn't recognize, easily solving all the payment problems.

　No matter how sophisticated the anti-counterfeiting technology of the Federal Reserve's bonds may be, without the intervention of extraordinary power, they cannot escape the counterfeiting of a superhuman who possesses intermediate-level alchemy.

　Relaxing moments are like grains of sand slipping through your fingers; they always pass in the blink of an eye.

　In the lingering afterglow of that culinary feast in Ogden, Morros and Celine leisurely traversed the Imaginary Number Passage, returning to the outskirts of Salt Lake City.

　But before they could even rest, deafening artillery fire and aerial bombs...

　It ruined their good mood.

　Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah, has been besieged by the Air Elemental Legion for nearly two days.

　As a leading superpower on this planet and the dominant power in North America, the federal government naturally cannot stand idly by while Salt Lake City is besieged.

　If it weren't for the ever-present shadow of the necromancer, the federal government's iron fist would have already been lashed out.

　The original vision was that the rapid reaction force would strike like lightning across the night sky, launching a thunderous attack on the air elemental legion, breaking the siege, and restoring freedom and peace to Salt Lake City.

　However, reality has forced the federal government to adopt a more cautious strategy in order to deal with the unknown and powerful enemy, the necromancer.

　Even so, North America’s robust infrastructure and efficient organizational capabilities still demonstrate remarkable strength.

　The war bill was passed in Congress with astonishing efficiency, helping the federal government assemble a large army in a short period of time.

　Although politicians assess that this army may be unable to directly confront the mysterious power of the necromancers, or even completely defeat the siege of the air elemental legion, their goal is exceptionally clear and unwavering.

　That is, to overcome numerous difficulties, break into Salt Lake City, bring a glimmer of hope to the people there, and let them deeply feel the firm support and warm care from the central government.

　This operation went far beyond the scope of a simple military operation; it was also a profound boost to the people's faith.

　In times of crisis, the federal government needs to demonstrate its responsibility and commitment through concrete actions, giving the public hope and strengthening their resolve.

　There was no other way; the presidential election was in a few months, and the president of the federal government didn't want to slink off the stage amidst condemnation. He always had to do something.

　Getting back to the main point, Moros and Sirin, whose interest had been dampened by the sudden outbreak of war, were not going to tolerate the Federation's army and air force.

　Utah is located in the western interior of the United States, so naturally, no top-ranking officers were among the federal troops involved in the operation to lift the siege of Salt Lake City.

　"Cirin, it seems our leisurely time is coming to an end sooner than planned."

　"Humanity!"

　Upon hearing Moros's words, Sirin's eyes instantly sharpened.

　Since realizing that the young man beside her would soon leave this world, the Honkai Queen has cherished every moment she spends with him.

　Whether strolling through the bustling streets of Ogden or enjoying a culinary feast, those ordinary yet heartwarming moments are precious and indispensable memories in her life.

　In her eyes, any attempt to ruin this precious time is unforgivable.

　"This is the time of judgment!"

　As she whispered, Sirin's purple dress instantly transformed into a solemn Herrscher gown, showcasing her nobility and majesty as a Honkai Apostle.

　Wielding the power of [space], she gracefully floated into the air.

　Ignoring the countless gazes below, the Queen of Honkai, with an air of supreme authority, proclaimed her judgment upon the human world.

　"Humans, your very existence is a mistake. War, deception, envy, greed—you have made me lose everything..."

　She raised one hand above her head and began to exercise her supreme power as an apostle of God.