Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

It took Lin Moyu a full seven days to finish grinding his skills. By the time he returned to White God Courtyard, Meng Anwen had already prepared the Teleportation Formation to the Immemorial Battlefield.

Bai Yiyuan was absent—he had departed for Fortress No. 8.

Lin Moyu demonstrated the effects of his new skill, Summon Elemental Lich, to Meng Anwen.

Meng Anwen clicked his tongue in amazement, “There’s actually a skill like this? To a certain extent, it even replaces the role of the Sacred Light Knight class. Your class is becoming increasingly versatile.”

Lin Moyu shared the same sentiment.

The Lich Generals, with their three skills, had already replaced the functions of the Legion Overlord class.

Now, the Elemental Liches had taken over the responsibilities of the Sacred Light Knight class as well.

His skillset had evolved into a complete, self-sufficient system—entirely independent of support classes.

That was no exaggeration.

Lin Moyu fundamentally rejected supports’ buffs, relying solely on his own strength.

“Teacher, where can I find higher-grade elemental materials?” He asked.

To upgrade the Elemental Liches, beyond leveling the skill itself, acquiring top-tier elemental materials was key.

Meng Anwen replied, “There are quite a few places.”

“For example, the lower and deep layers of the Immemorial Battlefield contain some rare elemental materials—like the Burning Sky Flower, a legendary-grade fire elemental material, and the Heavy Water Crystal, a legendary-grade water elemental material.”

“However, these aren’t easy to come by. The higher the grade, the harder they are to obtain.”

“Outside the Immemorial Battlefield…”

Meng Anwen listed several other locations where legendary-grade elemental materials might be found. But all of them were notoriously difficult to acquire.

Even the more ‘convenient’ ones—such as those dropped by bosses in high-level dungeons above level 80 across the empire—had abysmally low drop rates.

If legendary-grade materials were easy to obtain, there wouldn’t be so few legendary rank items among the human race.

Lin Moyu could clearly tell from Meng Anwen’s tone just how difficult it would be to obtain those high-grade elemental materials.

The lower layer of the Immemorial Battlefield was reserved for powerhouses between levels 70 and 89.

Lin Moyu wasn’t eligible to enter it yet, so he could only set the thought aside for now.

The familiar silhouette of Shenxia Tower emerged, and Lin Moyu stepped into the Teleportation Formation.

Meng Anwen warned, “If things get dangerous, activate the Teleportation Stone and return immediately.”

Lin Moyu nodded, clutching the specially crafted Teleportation Stone Meng Anwen had prepared for him.

This Teleportation Stone was linked directly to the Shenxia Tower, and could even function within hell rank dungeons and secret realms.

It was a reliable lifeline, a tool to retreat in critical moments.

In terms of grade, it was just slightly inferior to the Abyssal Teleportation Stone, which was made from Spatial Crystal.

The Teleportation Formation activated, and space twisted.

Lin Moyu was transported across a vast distance in a flash.

Familiar air filled his lungs—he had arrived once again at the Immemorial Battlefield.

Glancing around at the recognizable scenery, Lin Moyu muttered to himself, “Teacher’s getting lazy.”

He arrived at the same location in the Immemorial Battlefield as before.

Meng Anwen hadn’t bothered to search for a new teleportation node and had simply reused the previous one.

Still, it didn’t matter. The upper layer of the Immemorial Battlefield no longer posed a threat to him.

After orienting himself, Lin Moyu activated Lightning Deathwings.

He became a streak of light, cutting through the air as he sped toward the core area.

This time, with the flight skill, his speed was leagues beyond what it had been before.

In the upper layer of the Immemorial Battlefield, there were no flying-type monsters outside the core area, allowing Lin Moyu to soar unchallenged.

At a flight speed of 600 meters per second, he was covering 2,000 kilometers per hour—more than he had managed in an entire day during his last expedition.

Soon, a familiar sight came into view—the Soul Devour Insect Territory.

Back then, a great battle had left the region in ruins. Now, several months later, it had recovered somewhat.

The shattered hills had reformed, though the Soul Devour Insect Mother and the Soul Devour Insect King had yet to respawn. Their return would take more time.

Lin Moyu sped past the territory, leaving it far behind in the blink of an eye.

Following the path he had taken before, he soon arrived at the site where he had once slain the Earth Evil Centipede.

Under the rules of the Immemorial Battlefield, the collapsed mountain had long since returned to its original state. The ground was level, the poisonous gas gone.

But the Earth Evil Centipede hadn’t respawned yet, dashing Lin Moyu’s hopes of obtaining a Poison Crystal.

He had already flown a great distance, crossing tens of thousands of kilometers.

The monsters roaming below had reached level 55—a clear sign that the core area was close.

The familiar sights along the way stirred memories.

At some point, the terrain shifted revealing the core area.

“At last.” Lin Moyu murmured.

Memories surged.

He remembered how he had pushed forward into this core area—losing Skeletal Warriors along the way.

And how he’d barely escaped death at the talons of the Archaic Luanniao.

But this time… this time would be different.

Suddenly, a brilliant firework flared on the ground below.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the skill, momentarily stunned, “They haven’t left yet?”

At the edge of the core area, a party was locked in battle.

At a glance, Lin Moyu spotted Mu Xianxian among the party—the violent woman wielding a massive platinum maul was hard to miss.

Combined with her firework-like Collection skill, her identity was unmistakable.

Jialan Yeyu led the party, wandering at the edge of the core area.

Over the past few months, everyone in the group had grown stronger.

Mu Xianxian had reached level 60—a solid pace of progression.

They were currently engaged in a siege against an ordinary boss.

Jialan Yeyu herself had hit level 61. As the party’s Knight, she held the front line with unwavering composure, shielding her teammates from harm.

Under her command, the party maintained tight control over the flow of battle.

Mu Xianxian had fully embraced her aggressive role, no longer just a pretty face setting off flashy fireworks.

With her Daze skill, enhanced by the Surestrike and Combat Instinct talents, she repeatedly disrupted the boss’s attacks, easing the pressure on the party.

Lin Moyu hovered midair, quietly observing. It didn’t take long to realize that Mu Xianxian had subtly become the core strength of the party.

Her presence had become indispensable.

The boss they were battling was steadily losing ground. No matter how it roared or resisted, it was only a matter of time before it fell.

But just as victory approached, Lin Moyu’s expression shifted.

He looked into the distance—two Demons were approaching fast, streaking through the air like black arrows.

Jialan Yeyu sensed their presence immediately and barked, “Demons incoming! Stay sharp! I’ll hold the boss! Mages, focus on the Demons—knock them out of the sky! Xianxian, help me pin down the boss. Leave one support with us!”

She moved without hesitation, issuing clear and decisive orders. With a full 20-member party at her command, she had ample tools to respond.

Lin Moyu watched in silence, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He realized he had underestimated Jialan Yeyu.

Her command of battlefield rhythm was nothing short of excellent.

Unfortunately…

Jialan Yeyu’s tactical arrangements wouldn’t be enough.

Lin Moyu had fought Demons many times—he could see it clearly at a glance. Both of these Demons were around level 65.

After level 60, each additional level brought a significant leap in attributes and combat prowess.

Neither of the Demons was much weaker than the boss the party was currently fighting.

Worse yet, Demons were more agile and unpredictable than typical bosses—making them even more dangerous in battle.

Even without interference, this party could, at best, fight the two Demons to a draw.

But now, with the boss still active and splitting their attention, the odds were grim.

Lin Moyu instantly concluded—Jialan Yeyu and her party were in real danger.

Yet, he didn’t step in.

Not yet.

He wanted to see how she would respond under true pressure.

The enemies closed in—one an Abyssal Sword Demon, the other an Abyssal Blade Demon.

The Abyssal Blade Demon looked especially menacing, with eight blade-like arms fanned out behind it like a death lotus.

It let out a guttural roar and dove down like a raptor, a twisted grin on his face, “Go to hell!”

Above, the Abyssal Sword Demon hovered midair, his pitch-black swords slicing through the air as he unleashed wave after wave of razor-sharp sword energy.

Two Knights from Jialan Yeyu’s party leapt forward.

One rushed to intercept the sword energy. The other met the descending Abyssal Blade Demon head-on.

Both Knights had reached level 59, and with supports’ buffs, their combat capabilities were respectable.

But against the Demons, they were still outmatched.

The Abyssal Blade Demon hit the ground like a meteor, all eight arms slashing at once in a whirling storm of steel.

The Knight facing the Abyssal Blade Demon shouted, “Sacred Shield Defense!”

The Knight’s shield erupted in radiant light, growing to more than twice its size.

Boom!

The impact echoed like thunder, knocking the shield away, sending the Knight flying backward.

Fortunately, the supports reacted quickly, casting healing skills while the Knight was still midair.

Simultaneously, the Mages and Archers launched a volley of attacks at the Abyssal Blade Demon.

But with terrifying coordination, he spun his eight arms like a whirlwind, parrying every incoming strike.

Meanwhile, the Abyssal Sword Demon’s sword energy slammed into the second Knight, severely wounding and hurling her backward.