Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The moment the teleportation ended, a barrage of attacks rained down on Lin Moyu and Bai Yiyuan.

Bolts of lightning struck Lin Moyu, shattering his Bone Armor in a brilliant explosion. The remaining damage was absorbed by his undead army.

Bai Yiyuan’s defense was even more astonishing—his body radiated a golden glow, energy automatically circulating around him, blocking every incoming strike.

Lin Moyu was immobilized for two seconds due to the teleportation stasis, while Bai Yiyuan’s stasis lasted less than half a second. Yet, in that brief moment, they withstood over a thousand lightning strikes.

With a roar, Bai Yiyuan unleashed a surge of energy, forming a protective barrier around himself and Lin Moyu, completely fending off the assault.

”Moyu, are you alright?” Bai Yiyuan asked anxiously.

Lin Moyu had already recovered. He shook his head, ”I’m fine.”

Even without Bai Yiyuan’s protection, these attacks wouldn’t have harmed him. His physique attribute was exceptionally high, and he possessed various elemental resistances—particularly 80% resistance to light and lightning. Coupled with the 500% damage reduction, the impact of lightning attacks was reduced by 25 times.

Layer by layer, the lightning’s power diminished before being transferred to his undead army, leaving him virtually unscathed.

The sky loomed dark and oppressive.

Ten Dragonkind warships hovered above, with more approaching in the distance. Massive Magic Crystals embedded in their hulls pulsed with strong light, firing beams of destruction.

The earlier lightning barrage was merely an appetizer—now came the main course.

Meng Anwen’s teleportation had landed them slightly off-target, preventing the Dragonkind warships from locking on immediately. Forced to attack with lightning—far from their strongest weapon.

”What a grand display!” Bai Yiyuan barked coldly as God-level power erupted from him, effortlessly blocking the incoming attacks.

This level of assault couldn’t harm him.

Lin Moyu quickly scanned his surroundings.

The moment he received the message, he knew something was off—Shi Xing’an would never send such a thing. It was clearly a trap.

Yet, if the enemy had used Shi Xing’an’s communicator to contact him, it meant one thing: Shi Xing’an was alive but in danger. If he were dead, his communicator would have deactivated automatically.

That left Lin Moyu with no choice—he had to rescue him.

Shi Xing’an wasn’t just an acquaintance; he was one of the few people Lin Moyu considered a friend.

Initially, he had suspected the Abyssal Demons or the Demon Worship Society, but to his surprise, the culprits were the Dragonkind.

How did they know about his connection to Shi Xing’an?

There had to be a traitor within the human race—someone had conspired with the Dragonkind.

Lin Moyu clenched his fists, murderous intent surging in his heart.

Trying to kill him was one thing. But using his friend as bait and betraying humanity? Unforgivable.

A massive Dragonkind shot toward him like a lightning bolt, spear raised high before slashing down with terrifying force.

”Dragon King!” Lin Moyu’s pupils shrank. The aura was unmistakable—this was a Dragon King, the Dragonkind’s equivalent of a God-level powerhouse.

He had encountered one before in the Putrid Corpse Land and recognized the overwhelming presence instantly.

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, ”Even a Dragon King has been dispatched! Moyu, the Dragonkind must think quite highly of you!”

With a swing of his right fist, Bai Yiyuan unleashed a devastating force, sending the Dragon King hurtling through the air.

”Teacher, focus on the Dragon King. I’ll handle the warships.” Lin Moyu said.

Bai Yiyuan raised an eyebrow, ”Are you sure?”

Lin Moyu nodded, ”I am.”

Without hesitation, he reactivated his Bone Armor. A crackling surge of energy erupted as his Lightning Wings unfurled.

Like a flash of lightning, he shot forward.

Bai Yiyuan, laughing wildly, charged at the Dragon King. If Lin Moyu said he could handle it, then as his teacher, Bai Yiyuan would believe in him. Besides, it had been too long since he’d had a proper fight—his hands itching for battle.

Lin Moyu pushed the Lightning Wings to the limit, reaching a warship in an instant.

The massive vessel was encased in a powerful barrier, through which he saw Dragonkind Warriors stationed on board.

Hovering above the barrier, he unleashed an undead legion.

750 skeletons landed atop the barrier at once.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors raised their axes and struck fiercely.

The Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen launched a synchronized assault.

A crimson glow engulfed the sky. The warship’s barrier held against physical attacks but couldn’t stop curses from taking effect.

Dragonkind Warriors aboard the warship stiffened as the curse activated, their movements slowing.

At level 45, Deterioration Curse’s range was 150 meters, but with the amplification of Lin Moyu’s talent, it expanded to 7,500 meters, covering nearly the entire battlefield.

Even the Dragon King, locked in fierce combat with Bai Yiyuan, was affected.

Under the curse, speed was reduced by 125 times, and incoming damage increased by 17.5 times.

Though Dragonkind had strong curse resistance, their speed still dropped by at least threefold, and the damage they suffered more than doubled.

The Dragon King roared, his bloodline power surging as he forcefully purged the curse.

Aboard the warship, Dragonkind Healers frantically cast spells, scrambling to dispel the curse.

But the sheer number of cursed Dragonkind made it a slow process.

Before the crimson light fully faded, a brilliant green explosion lit up the sky.

Skill: Poison Starburst!

The skill engulfed the battlefield, poisoning the entire Dragonkind force.

[Poison Starburst (level 45): deals poison-type damage to all enemies equivalent to 450 points of strength per second within 150 meters. Duration: 100 seconds.]

But after amplification, the level 45 Poison Starburst dealt equivalent to 22,500 points of strength per second over 5,000 seconds.

Within mere seconds, the Dragonkind suffered massive damage.

The overwhelmed Dragonkind Healers scrambled to dispel the curse, cleanse the poison, and heal their forces simultaneously—but they were falling behind.

Meanwhile, the undead legion continued its relentless assault.

The warship’s barrier, though incredibly strong, buckled and twisted under the constant strikes. It wouldn’t hold for much longer.

Lin Moyu, pushing his Lightning Wings to the limit, swiftly deployed undead legions onto different warships.

He had 25 undead legions, each consisting of 750 skeletons.

The Dragonkind fleet had only 20 warships, meaning five of them received extra attention—Lin Moyu assigned an additional undead legion to each.

Under the unrelenting assault, the barriers flickered and wavered, growing more unstable by the second.

Then, the Magic Crystals aboard the warships, fully recharged, unleashed devastating beams of light, bombarding the undead legions.

Yet the skeletons neither flinched nor faltered.

They endured the attacks head-on, relentlessly hacking at the barriers.

The Lich Generals continuously cast their healing spell—each time affecting the entire undead army.

Every second, dozens of healing lights illuminated the battlefield, instantly restoring any damage the skeletons sustained.

Lin Moyu had fought Dragonkind warships before. He was familiar with their attack patterns.

His undead army could handle them.

With his Lightning Wings about to enter cooldown, Lin Moyu swiftly landed atop the nearest warship’s barrier and placed his fingertips against it, and a ghastly white light radiated from his fingers.

Skill: Bone Fangs!

A barrage of 2,250 Bone Fangs—each possessing extreme penetrating power—ripped into the same spot on the warship’s barrier.

The impact sent violent shockwaves through the barrier, forcing it to cave inward.

Lin Moyu pressed his fingers forward, continuing to cast Bone Fangs.

With a single hand, he unleashed three volleys per second, each attack driving the barrier closer to collapse.

Already weakened by the skeletons’ relentless assault, Lin Moyu’s attacks became the proverbial last straw that broke the camel’s back.

With a thunderous crash, the barrier shattered.

The skeletons descended upon the warship like a pack of ravenous beasts.

The Dragonkind Warriors, ranging from level 50 to level 60, immediately launched a desperate counterattack.

But despite their strength, they were no match for the undead troops.

One by one, they fell, their lifeless bodies piling up on the warship’s deck.

A smirk crept onto Lin Moyu’s lips. Now, he had ammunition.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions erupted, sending waves of destruction rippling through the warship, shattering the Magic Crystals.

The warship lurched, its structure groaning under the strain before plummeting from the sky.

Not a single Dragonkind aboard survived.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors wasted no time. They seized Dragonkind corpses, leaping toward the nearby warships.

The skeletons hurled the bodies into the air—and Lin Moyu detonated them. Death itself became his fireworks display.

One by one, the Dragonkind warships disintegrated, falling from the sky in burning ruin.

Lin Moyu’s body swelled with murderous aura, ”If you want to kill me, you’d better show some real effort.”