Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

With military orders given, everyone snapped to attention, ready for action. Zhang Qian and Lin Moyu exchanged a silent nod from a distance, no words needed.

Suddenly, a voice cried out in surprise, ”Why is there an extra vice-legion commander?”

”Yeah, who’s this Lin Moyu? Level 35? How did he become a vice-legion commander?”

”No clue. A level 35 rookie? That’s like sending him to his death!”

”Was there a mistake?”

”He probably pulled some strings to leech military merit.”

The appearance of Lin Moyu as vice-legion commander, right after Zhang Qian, stirred confusion. A level 35 should never have made it to Fortress No. 6, where the minimum requirement was level 40. To everyone, a low-level class user showing up here was basically a death sentence.

The news spread quickly as people started gossiping. Then, someone suddenly shouted, ”Wait! I remember! Lin Moyu was in the class user competition recently and broke the record for the unrestricted competition!”

”That’s right! But back then, he was only level 27. How did he jump to level 35 so fast? Even having a baby doesn’t happen this fast.”

”It seems he not only has connections but is also a real genius.”

Speculation ran wild, with some questioning his legitimacy. But before it could escalate, Ni Jun, the legion commander, shut it down with a commanding shout.

”Lin Moyu, level 35, one-star colonel. In the military, rank trumps level. His rank is higher than all of yours, so it’s only natural for him to serve as vice-legion commander. If you have objections, settle them on the battlefield. Any more malicious gossip will be dealt with under military law.”

As Ni Jun’s words landed, the crowd fell silent. But within seconds, whispers of disbelief spread again—how could a level 35 hold the rank of one-star colonel? It seemed unbelievable, yet it was the reality.

Ni Jun didn’t bother explaining further. Soon, the battle would prove everything. Talk was pointless—results mattered, and they would come through bloodshed on the battlefield.

Under Ni Jun’s stern command, no one dared to spout more nonsense. Offending the legion commander was not something anyone could afford.

About half an hour later, the troops saw the enemy on the horizon—dark clouds looming, signaling an impending storm.

Lin Moyu, his powerful spirit force alert, quickly sensed the enemy’s approach, “They’re not Abyssal Demons... it’s Dragonkind!”

The sight was both shocking and ominous. Dragonkind had somehow forced their way back into the Dimensional Battlefield. Soon, Lin Moyu saw them clearly—dinosaur-like creatures forming ranks and flying at high speed, carrying Dragonkind class users on their backs. Leading the charge were Knights clad in heavy armor, followed by ranks of Archers, Mages, and Healers dressed in robes.

Ni Jun squinted as the attackers came into full view, “It’s the Dragonkind’s Drake Legion.”

Zhang Qian, standing beside him, couldn’t hide his surprise, “That’s really unexpected. It’s been a thousand years since Dragonkind were expelled from the Dimensional Battlefield. They finally found a way in?”

Ni Jun scoffed, “You give them too much credit. They didn’t find a way—they just blasted through.”

Zhang Qian chuckled. “True. Subtlety was never their strength.”

By now, the rest of the fortress had also spotted the incoming enemy.

“It’s Dragonkind, not Abyssal Demons!”

“Weren’t they banished a millennium ago?”

“Yeah, the only place to encounter Dragonkind now is the Immemorial Battlefield. I never thought they’d return here.”

“Things just got a lot more complicated.”

Their disbelief quickly gave way to unease as the reality of the situation set in.

The Drake Legion charged straight toward Fortress No. 6, numbering at least 10,000. Accompanying them was a colossal warship, with a massive magic crystal sphere, over a hundred meters in diameter, embedded in its center.

Zhang Qian’s face darkened, “That’s the Dragonkind’s siege warship. According to the records, those ships gave us a lot of trouble in past wars.”

Ni Jun glanced at him, “Can you take it down?”

“Not yet. Let it get closer first, and I’ll try.” Zhang Qian replied in a low voice.

Similar scenes unfolded across the Dimensional Battlefield, as Drake Legions and warships launched coordinated assaults on other fortresses. They weren’t just targeting human forces, but Demon troops as well, ruthlessly hunting them down. The Dragonkind seemed intent on reclaiming their dominance, showing no mercy to either of their ancient enemies.

The return of the Dragonkind threatened to upend the delicate balance of power on the Dimensional Battlefield—and even among the races.

Lin Moyu’s gaze hardened. He had fought and killed Dragonkind before, and the imposing Drake Legion didn’t intimidate him. To him, they were just another source of military merit. The thought of using his Corpse Explosion on such a large force made him smirk coldly.

But the others didn’t share his confidence. The Drake Legion was formidable, with each member above level 50. Their mounts doubled their threat—Mages and Archers, typically vulnerable in close combat, became far more dangerous when riding Drakes. Fighting the Drake Legion was like battling twice or three times that number of Dragonkind.

Ni Jun’s expression grew grim. He knew they were outnumbered and outclassed. This was going to be a brutal fight.

As the Dragonkind drew nearer, Ni Jun began channeling his power. He unsheathed the magic sword at his waist and raised it high into the air. A massive ring of light burst from the blade’s tip, expanding rapidly until it enveloped the entire fortress. His deep voice reverberated across the fortress.

”Strength!”

”Agility!”

”Spirit!”

”Physique!”

With each command, rings of light exploded outward, amplifying the attributes of everyone present by 50%. This all-encompassing boost was the greatest asset of the Legion Overlord, making the class irreplaceable on the battlefield. But Ni Jun didn’t stop there—additional buffs quickly followed.

”Elemental Resistance!”

”Magic Empowerment!”

”Strike of Blood!”

Elemental resistance increased by 50%, magic damage surged by 30%, and physical attacks now had the ability to drain health from enemies to heal oneself. This combination of buffs turned the human army into a formidable force.

Not only did Ni Jun’s status buffs empower them, but Prophets and other supports also layered buffs on the parties, easily doubling the human class users’ attributes. Equipped with powerful gear, their combat power soared, each class user wrapped in swirling, colorful lights.

Only Lin Moyu’s undead legions stood unaffected by these status buffs—a once sore point of Lin Moyu. However, his Lich Generals compensated for this gap.

Perched atop the outwall, Lin Moyu gazed at the advancing Dragonkind through the fortress’s shield, his lips curling into a smirk, ”More military merit is coming my way.”

Suddenly, the shield around the fortress blazed with light, and a beam of energy shot from it, targeting the Dragonkind. Lin Moyu glanced toward Zhang Qian, understanding immediately that the Formation Great Master had launched the first strike.

Zhang Qian, as a Formation Great Master, held control over all the formations surrounding Fortress No. 6, making the fortress itself his weapon. As legend had it, when fully equipped with formations, a Formation Master was invincible against any class user of the same level.

Though only level 53, Zhang Qian, with Fortress No. 6 under his command, he was as powerful as a level 60 class user. The beam of light he conjured started small, no larger than a fist, but rapidly expanded as it absorbed elemental energy from the atmosphere, growing into a 5-meter-wide pillar of light.

The Drake Legion reacted swiftly. The giant magic crystal embedded in their siege warship flared to life, releasing a dazzling, multicolored beam to intercept Zhang Qian’s attack. The two beams collided midair, creating an explosion of light so brilliant it resembled a miniature sun, illuminating the land below.

The resulting shockwave tore through the ground, shaking the Dimensional Battlefield, the pitch-black earth rumbling like thunder and splitting apart.

As the light faded, both the Drake Legion and their siege warship emerged unharmed.

Zhang Qian sighed, “It failed.”

Ni Jun, unfazed, nodded, “That’s expected. The Dragonkind siege warship is as powerful as the military records describe.”

Zhang Qian nodded and said, ”I just gave it a try. The real show is yet to start.”

With a swift motion, he activated the formations once again. The entire fortress began to glow, and the land surrounding it responded in kind. Runes, etched deep into the earth, shimmered as they drew energy from the Dimensional Battlefield, linking the fortress to the vast, unseen forces around it. Countless intricate lines and symbols appeared, forming a vast network that pulsed with power.

These fortresses were not made for mere shelter; they were war machines in their truest form.

Suddenly, an overwhelming force surged forth, and thousands of bolts of lightning rained down, striking the Drake Legion with relentless fury.