Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Out of nowhere, a flash of dark light streaked across the battlefield, cutting through the withered branches with precision.

A dark figure emerged in front of Lin Moyu.

The figure was clad in armor and wielded a sword, both of which bore marks of human craftsmanship.

Despite the ravages of time, the armor had not worn down, and the sword had not dulled.

Without question, these two pieces of equipment were of legendary rank, their owner a former God-level powerhouse of the human race.

The figure turned its head and looked at Lin Moyu, and then at the Genesis Scepter, his eyes glowing red

Lin Moyu froze, his mind racing. He hadn’t yet activated the Genesis Scepter. Even if he did, he doubted it would make a difference now.

This person—this corpse—was far too strong.

The figure turned away, shifting its focus to the Putrid Corpse Tree, exposing its back to Lin Moyu.

Then, without hesitation, it raised its sword and soared into the sky, launching itself at the Putrid Corpse tree.

Lin Moyu stood motionless, his heart pounding in his chest, ”He... is protecting me... No, not me, but a human. His body is completely rotten; he’s clearly dead. Yet his final will remains—protect humanity!”

Lin Moyu was greatly shocked.

What kind of will was this? Even after death, even after transforming into a Putrid Corpse, it had not been erased. The will had become an obsession.

Other powerful beings started descending, their eyes locked onto the Genesis Scepter in Lin Moyu’s hand.

Each was an unstoppable force, their power far beyond anything Lin Moyu could withstand. Yet, before their attacks could reach him, human God-level powerhouses appeared before Lin Moyu, shielding him.

Again and again, as if answering an unspoken call, human God-level powerhouses emerged, pulling Lin Moyu back from the brink of death.

A storm of emotions surged in Lin Moyu’s heart—shock, awe, and a profound respect. What kind of will could defy time itself? Could transcend life itself? It wasn’t just a conviction; it was etched into their very essence, unyielding and eternal.

”All set!” Dongfang Yao’s voice broke through the chaos.

Though the barrier seemed unchanged, Lin Moyu could feel the difference. His hand passed through effortlessly.

Pausing, he cast one final look at the human God-level powerhouses locked in battle.

“If the opportunity arises.” Lin Moyu vowed silently, “I will bring you all back to life.”

He had no way of knowing if the opportunity would present itself or if he would possess the power, but the promise still burned brightly within him.

Lin Moyu turned and stepped into the barrier. As he departed, the Genesis Scepter’s aura and the aura of the living vanished.

The battle outside ceased almost instantly. The human God-level powerhouses retreated to a mountain peak, their forms growing still once more.

The other Putrid Corpses also withdrew to their respective domains.

Silence fell. Darkness reclaimed the Putrid Corpse Land, restoring its eerie, oppressive stillness. In the next moment, the undead army Lin Moyu had left crumbled, collapsing into dust. ℟ä₦ỒꞖƐS

Behind the barrier lay a secret realm, modest in size, no more than a hundred meters in radius. At its center stood a teleportation formation.

Lin Moyu scanned the secret realm, his eyes drawn to the intricate formations carved within. Before, these formations would have baffled him. But now, with his experiences as a Formation Master, he could discern their purpose, if only partially.

These formations were linked to the barrier, as well as a terrifying seal. According to Dongfang Yao, this seal had sealed the entire Putrid Corpse Land.

In the past, humanity had paid a heavy price to create this seal and seal off the Putrid Corpse Land.

“This is great. We can return using the teleportation formation.” Dongfang Yao said, inspecting the teleportation formation.

The formation bore the Dongfang Family’s emblem, a design she was familiar with and knew how to control.

“There’s no rush. Let’s rest here for a bit.” Lin Moyu replied.

Dongfang Yao looked at him, puzzled. They had a clear path home—why delay? But as she observed him, realization dawned.

Lin Moyu had already begun summoning skeletons, one after another. Despite the battle lasting only a minute, his undead army had been nearly annihilated. The skeletons that survived were contaminated by the Putrid Corpse Poison, leaving fewer than 2,000 unscathed.

Of his 22 Lich Generals, three had fallen—arguably a minimal loss, but without skeletal troops, the Lich Generals were practically useless.

Although the teleportation formation offered a safe return, Lin Moyu’s cautious nature demanded preparation. If something unexpected happened during the teleportation, a fully restored undead army would ensure he had the means to respond.

Understanding his reasoning, Dongfang Yao settled herself quietly nearby.

Lin Moyu worked methodically, summoning skeletons at a steady rate of one per second—3,600 in an hour. Restoring the entire army would take about four hours.

At first, Dongfang Yao merely observed, but over time, she began to notice something unusual.

“Do his skills not consume spirit force?” She wondered, frowning, “I can feel powerful spirit fluctuations. Each skeleton requires a lot of spirit force, yet why does it feel like his spirit force isn’t diminishing? Just how high is his spirit attribute?”

The realization left her dumbfounded. She had known that Lin Moyu was powerful, but she had never stopped to consider the magnitude of his spirit reserves.

In the relentless chaos of the Putrid Corpse Land, survival had taken precedence over everything else. There had been no time to think about such details. Now, in the safety of the secret realm, she had the luxury to notice.

Watching Lin Moyu quietly summon skeletons one after another, Dongfang Yao felt a creeping sense of awe. A single thought struck her with stunning clarity: unless he faced an opponent of overwhelming power, Lin Moyu’s undead army was practically invincible.

On a battlefield, his army would be devastating. Against opponents of similar levels, they could annihilate forces ten times their size.

Their key advantage was that the undead troops were fearless in the face of death and could be replaced at any moment.

As Lin Moyu’s level rose, so would the size and power of his undead army. In time, it could become a force that rivaled the military might of an entire race.

“If only I could have an army like that…”

The thought startled her, sending a shiver down her spine. Dongfang Yao quickly shook her head, snapping out of her musings. Such a dream was impossible—she knew that.

But she couldn’t help but fantasize, “If I could marry him...”

The thought was fleeting, and an involuntary chill ran down her spine as she recalled Lin Moyu’s cold, decisive expression during the battle with the Putrid Corpses. Someone like him—ruthless and unyielding—wasn’t the kind of person she could ever hope to control.

Realizing this, Dongfang Yao quickly abandoned the idea.

“Rather than becoming his wife, being his friend seemed far better.” With this thought, Dongfang Yao felt a sense of relief

Lin Moyu, meanwhile, glanced at her discreetly. There had been something odd in her eyes earlier, but now she seemed back to normal. Dismissing the thought, he returned his focus to summoning skeletons. Without a fully restored undead army, he couldn’t feel at ease.

Finally, after four full hours of tireless effort, his undead army was replenished. Not including the reserves in his summon space, the 22 undead legions commanded by his Lich Generals, totaling 14,520 skeletons, were back at full strength.

Lin Moyu exhaled deeply, “Alright, let’s head back.”

Dongfang Yao nodded and stepped into the teleportation formation. With practiced precision, she began casting a series of seals.

At the same time as Dongfang Yao activated the teleportation formation in the Putrid Corpse Land, a brilliant light burst forth from the grand formation beneath the royal palace.

The Formation Spirit manifested and sent out a series of transmissions.

The three God-level powerhouses of the Dongfang royal family—Dongfang Yi, Dongfang Li, and Dongfang Zhan—received the message simultaneously. Joy lit up their faces, and they rushed toward the formation.

Meng Anwen also received the transmission. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the Formation Spirit. He had previously set teleportation coordinates here, allowing him to arrive instantly whenever necessary.

When Dongfang Yi and the other two arrived moments later, they found Meng Anwen already there, standing before the Formation Spirit.

“Greetings, Serene God.” Dongfang Yi was the first to salute Meng Anwen, his tone respectful.

Dongfang Li and Dongfang Zhan followed suit, bowing slightly as they greeted him.

Although they all were God-level powerhouses, Meng Anwen’s unparalleled strength commanded their respect.

Meng Anwen acknowledged their greetings with a brief nod. Without further pleasantries, he turned to the Formation Spirit, “Who is being teleported here?”

The Formation Spirit replied, “Two people—a man and a woman.”

As it spoke, an image materialized in the air, revealing Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao.

Meng Anwen exhaled quietly, relief washing over him at the sight of Lin Moyu unharmed.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Yi and the others couldn’t contain their joy.

Since Lin Moyu was unharmed, it meant the Dongfang family was safe as well. The fact that Dongfang Yao was also alive came as an unexpected delight.

Dongfang Yi, her father, struggled to hold back tears. He and the other two were all too familiar with the dangers of the Putrid Corpse Land, a place where survival was nearly impossible. Even for God-level powerhouses, entering that cursed land was nearly akin to walking into certain death.

For weeks, they had resigned themselves to the worst. Yet now, hope had returned in an instant, catching them completely off guard.

The teleportation process would take some time.

Meng Anwen turned to Dongfang Yi and the others, “Consider yourselves lucky this time. The Dongfang Family has been saved.”

With those words, he vanished, teleporting away in a flash of light.

Moments later, the oppressive murderous aura that had blanketed the royal palace for over a month receded like a tide.