Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Moros smiled slightly and shook his head gently, indicating that he was fine.

　"The Mystic?"

　"it's me."

　Having confirmed Morros's guess, the enigmatic scholar Velvi gave a bright smile.

　Her smile was like the rising sun, warm and bright; clearly, she was very happy that Moros had recognized her.

　Despite her happiness, the mysterious scholar didn't forget her true purpose for going online this time.

　With anticipation and longing in her eyes, the enigmatic scholar Velvi took a deep breath, mustered all her courage, and made her request to the world-renowned magic master beside her.

　"Moros, can you teach me magic?"

　Vervi's voice trembled slightly.

　It was obvious that her desire to learn magic had reached its peak.

　As a personality born from Velvi's curiosity about the occult, it's entirely understandable that the Mystic Scholar felt excited and expectant when she had the opportunity to truly come into contact with and learn about magic.

　Although she knew her request was unreasonable, she couldn't convince herself to give up this rare opportunity because of her yearning for magic.

　"Of course no problem!"

　Looking into Vervie's eyes, Moros nodded solemnly, making an extremely precious promise.

　My library is always open to you.

　Upon hearing Moros's promise, the mysterious scholar's face instantly broke into an undisguised smile.

　It was the joy of having one's yearning for knowledge fulfilled, and also gratitude for Moros's generosity.

　Unlike ordinary people who are blinded by the information cocoons woven by those in power, Wilvi knows quite a bit about the inside story of the secret war that had just ended a few days ago.

　She knew all too well how powerful magic was.

　That is a terrifying force capable of shaking the world order and even forcing the United Nations to bow down and making human society recognize the special status of Moloss.

　Therefore, when Moros bestowed this promise upon her, the mysterious scholar felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

　She understood that this promise meant she would have access to priceless magical knowledge, an opportunity that anyone would dream of.

　If Moros were to announce that he was recruiting apprentices, the whole world would probably go crazy, and countless people would fight tooth and nail for that spot.

　However, Moros so easily entrusted this promise to her, and this unreserved trust made the mysterious scholar feel incredibly lucky and proud.

　Thinking of this, a blush crept onto the fair cheeks of the mysterious scholar, who pondered to herself.

　Perhaps, he can not only be my guide on the path of magic, but also my best companion when I gaze at the stars on every quiet night...

　Having agreed to the mysterious scholar's request, Moros wouldn't be perfunctory.

　In the journey that followed, he began to carefully and meticulously plan his magical education for Velvi.

　Let's start by learning languages: the universal language of Ashan, Elvish, Demonic, Dragon languages...

　Stroking his smooth chin, Moros made up his mind after careful consideration.

　Well, as for Dwarven, Naga, and Orc languages, there's no rush. We'll teach her meditation techniques after she's mastered the first four languages...

　As his teaching blueprint became clearer and clearer, Moros's enthusiasm for his future teaching grew stronger.

　For Moros, being able to teach a girl he admired magic was not only a fulfillment of a promise, but also a source of joy and satisfaction.

　The ghost dragon soared through the air, clouds swept beneath its wings, and sunlight shone through the clouds, adding a touch of mystery and fantasy to this world.

　Moros and Velvi stood side by side on the dragon's back, gazing at the magnificent scenery below, their hearts filled with anticipation for the future.

　As the outline of the Australian continent gradually came into view, Moros also completed the sketching out of the future magic teaching plan for Velvi.

　Then, he turned to the mysterious scholar beside him, who was filled with curiosity and longing, and quietly explained his teaching plan.

　"Vilvie, the path of magic is not an easy one; it is full of unknowns and challenges..."

　Feeling the warmth and strength in Moros's words, her bright pink eyes shone with a firm and fervent light.

　Vilvi nodded vigorously, her movements filled with determination and confidence.

　Vervi was genuinely satisfied with Morlos's teaching plan.

　She knew perfectly well that this was the true attitude of serious teaching.

　This teaching method reminded her of her mechanical engineering mentor, who was equally rigorous and serious.

　It was thanks to her meticulous guidance that expert Vervier achieved her current success in the field of mechanics.

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Chapter 143 The Canberra Incident

　When the ghost dragon flew over Canberra, the capital of Australia, the city, located between Sydney and Melbourne, was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of panic.

　The reason is simple: just as the Ghost Dragon's enormous shadow was about to engulf the Capitol, Moros displayed his astonishing power—he opened an enormous demiplane portal, large enough to cover the entire city's sky.

　As Moros's hero level increases to 28, the size of the demiplane portals he can open also increases significantly.

　At this moment, he exerted all his strength, and the demiplane passage was like a deep chasm, stretching across the sky above Canberra, inspiring awe and fear.

　Of course, what truly caused panic was not the demiplane passage itself.

　What truly terrifies the people living in this city is the endless stream of undead soldiers, including vengeful spirits, vampires, and ghost dragons, that emerge from this demiplane passage that covers the sky.

　The hideous faces and malevolent aura of these undead soldiers instilled a deep sense of threat in all living beings who witnessed them.

　This is not an illusion, but a reminder from the survival instinct.

　When a large number of undead gather together, the trace amounts of death magic emanating from them will converge into a massive negative energy field.

　Under the influence of this negative energy field, ordinary people's bodies will be continuously eroded by the magic of death.

　Given the number of flying undead gathering over Canberra, the intensity of the negative energy field covering the entire city at this moment is astonishing.

　In just three days, this intensity of negative energy was enough to take the lives of all ordinary people within its range.

　Although the undead army suffered heavy losses in the Second Great Collapse, those losses were mainly concentrated on the ground frontline forces.

　In comparison, the losses of the flying undead forces were still within an acceptable range.

　Ignoring the panicked citizens of Canberra on the ground, Moros, through the mental link that commanded the undead army, gave the order to land to the ghost dragon beneath his feet.

　"Roar!"

　Upon receiving the necromancer's order, the Ghost Dragon roared, flapped its tattered wings, and landed steadily on the top of the Capitol Building.

　"Vilvie, are you coming with me to see those politicians, or..."

　"I will go with you!"

　Before Moros could finish speaking, the conductor grabbed his arm.

　Yes, the mysterious scholar logged off the moment the ghost dragon flew over Canberra.

　Looking down at the stars, Vervi had no desire to face the politicians' hypocritical smiles and complex schemes.

　Replacing her is the commander personality of Velvi.

　As one of the two most adept at dealing with people among Wilvy's many personalities, Miss Conductor is always able to handle various complex situations with ease.

　Holding Vervie's slender hand, which was gloved with leather, Morros walked side by side with her into the Capitol Building.

　Inside the building, the politicians who were usually impeccably dressed and full of vigor were now gathered together, their faces filled with trepidation and unease, awaiting the judgment of their impending fate.

　Moros scanned the area, his gaze sharp as an ice blade.

　With a gentle wave of his hand, an invisible force quietly unfolded among the crowd.

　Level 1 Dark Magic: Curse of Weakness!

　In Moros's hands, this battle spell is not just about reducing the target's attack power.

　Given the necromancer's current [curse power] attribute, the [weakening curse] he casts is enough to make even ordinary politicians' hearts stop beating.

　Therefore, in just a moment, countless people fell.

　If autopsies were performed on these fallen bodies, the only conclusion would be that they died of cardiac arrest.

　"Please rest assured, everyone."

　Moros's voice echoed in the quiet hall.

　"Since you have made a wise choice, I will naturally not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

　The necromancer's words calmed the increasingly uneasy atmosphere inside the Capitol Building a little.

　He believed that, having said all that, the politicians who hadn't been killed by the "Curse of Weakness" would understand the current situation.

　Luckily, I was decisive enough to betray my teammates...*n

　They exchanged knowing glances, and the surviving politicians secretly rejoiced.

　These politicians, who are able to control the power of an entire continent, certainly possess unquestionable political acumen.

　With just a brief exchange of glances, they discerned the subtle difference between life and death.

　Those politicians who fell were all die-hards who adhered to principles and were prepared to carry out Speaker Margaret's plan.

　Those who stand here now are the wise ones who have chosen to surrender to the necromancer.

　“You are all pillars of this country and intelligent people with enough wisdom. I think you all understand the current situation.”

　Morros's voice rang out again in the Capitol, this time with an undeniable air of authority.

　"Now, swear allegiance to me!"

　Upon hearing this, the politicians still alive inside the Capitol looked at each other in bewilderment.

　They knew, of course, that this was their chance to demonstrate their loyalty, and the key to their survival in this storm of power transition involving an entire continent.

　However, politicians are also worried that too hasty surrenders will cause Moros to underestimate their value.

　Just then, a familiar voice broke the silence.

　"Lord Moros, I am willing to serve you."

　Federal Prime Minister Keane was the first native politician to kneel before a necromancer.

　With the support of this high-ranking federal prime minister, other local politicians naturally had a sufficient platform to advance their cause.

　For a moment, shouts of loyalty echoed throughout the Capitol.

　"Lord Moros, I swear my loyalty to you to the death!"

　"Lord Moros, you have shown me the way forward!"

　"Lord Moros, I am willing to become your most loyal servant!"

　"..."

　Politicians set aside their former arrogance and pride, choosing instead to swear allegiance to the necromancer before them.

　Moros listened quietly to the politicians' pledges of loyalty, his face expressionless.

　He knew very well that these politicians' loyalty was merely a stopgap measure forced by circumstances, and had no sincerity whatsoever.

　But that's not important. All Morros needs is for them to provide enough resources for him to convert the market.

　The necromancer believed that these politicians would not disappoint him on this point, given the chance to save his own life.

　That was enough for him.

　“Very well, I accept your loyalty.”

　Moros's voice was cold and calm.

　As he finished speaking, the politicians' tense nerves finally relaxed.

　They understood that they had not only saved their lives, but also the power they held.

　Of course, it's temporary.

　“From now on, you will be under my surveillance, and any act of betrayal will be severely punished.”

　As he spoke, he summoned the same number of vengeful spirits as the surviving politicians and, in front of them, gave them the order to monitor them.

Chapter 144 Subduing Politicians and Conductors

　Australian politicians were naturally unhappy with the vengeful spirit surveillance arranged by Morrows.