Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The smile on Wang Lin’s face never reached his eyes.

Every subtle change in his expression was clearly caught by Lin Moyu.

The act was unconvincing.

Perhaps years of standing at the peak, with no one daring to oppose him, had dulled his ability to disguise his emotions.

Lin Moyu did not take him seriously. When their gazes met, he merely gave a faint nod.

In terms of status, they were equals—no, Lin Moyu’s military rank far surpassed Wang Lin’s.

As for strength, Lin Moyu held him in even less regard.

Meng Anwen didn’t bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point, “You know my disciple, General Lin Moyu.”

“We’re here today to let him attempt to claim ownership of the Demon Extermination Tower.”

Wei Cang and Xia Shize’s expressions changed instantly. Like Wang Lin, hostility surged within them.

Wang Lin had already guessed their purpose, so he wasn’t surprised. Though resentment flickered in his eyes, his tone remained polite, “Godly General Lin is indeed extraordinary, but he’s only level 76. Isn’t this… a bit too rushed?”

Meng Anwen shook his head calmly, “Level doesn’t always reflect strength. Though Moyu is level 76, his combat power is no weaker than yours.”

“How could that be…?” Wang Lin instinctively thought Meng Anwen was joking, until his gaze fell on the military badge on Lin Moyu’s shoulder.

His breath caught.

The five-star godly general badge gleamed with a blinding brilliance.

He had assumed the five bell tolls were solely to welcome Meng Anwen.

He hadn’t realized Lin Moyu was included. Lin Moyu was already a five-star godly general.

Wei Cang and Xia Shize exclaimed in unison, “Impossible!”

Becoming a godly general at such a young age was already shocking.

But a five-star godly general? That was the stuff of legends.

Advancing from four-star to five-star required slaying eight God-level enemies.

Were God-level beings really so easy to kill?

Yet Lin Moyu had done exactly that. Regardless of how, it was undeniable proof of his strength.

Wang Lin’s lips twitched several times, but no words came out.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He didn’t want Lin Moyu to proceed, but he had no grounds to stop him.

Meng Anwen spoke again, “Since I’m here, let’s proceed according to our agreement.”

His voice was calm, yet it carried an invisible pressure that made Wang Lin and the others feel suffocated.

They had always been inferior to Meng Anwen, and over the years the gap had only widened.

Here, only Ye Hao could barely be considered his equal.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, aware he couldn’t stop this, “Very well. We’ll proceed as agreed. But you’ll need to wait a moment.”

A chill flashed through Meng Anwen’s eyes, “Wait for what?”

“Lord Ye Hao is currently attempting to claim the Demon Extermination Tower. You’ll have to wait until he finishes.” Wang Lin replied through clenched teeth.

Meng Anwen waved dismissively, “That’s fine. We’ll wait there.”

With that, he flew ahead. He was intimately familiar with Fortress No. 9.

The Demon Extermination Tower had stood in the same place for centuries, and the fortress’s layout had never changed.

Soon, they arrived at the Demon Extermination Tower.

At the very center of Fortress No. 9 lay a heavily guarded zone, radiating an oppressive aura.

Sword-sharp and relentless, the aura sliced through the air itself.

This was the aura of the Demon Extermination Tower.

No one was allowed within 500 meters—a forbidden zone belonging solely to the tower.

At present, its gate was open, and its body glowed faintly, signaling that someone was inside.

The Demon Extermination Tower was less than 30 meters tall, far shorter than many buildings in the fortress.

But those stone structures were nothing compared to the legendary-grade tower.

Lin Moyu sensed Ye Hao’s aura. From the lingering traces, he could even determine Ye Hao’s path—where he had entered, how many times he had changed direction, and how he had finally entered the tower.

The aura was intense and slow to dissipate.

Based on this, Lin Moyu judged Ye Hao to be at the peak of level 95, but not yet level 96. There was no trace of law.

Meng Anwen’s soul rank far surpassed Lin Moyu’s, and his perception was even sharper, “Senior Ye Hao’s strength has improved again. Congratulations.”

Wang Lin spoke with faint pride, “Indeed. Senior Ye Hao recently gained some insights. His power has risen significantly.”

Meng Anwen nodded, “It seems Senior Ye Hao has a chance to step into level 96.”

“Of course!” Wei Cang and Xia Shize replied simultaneously. Fiercely loyal, they took pride in every increase in Ye Hao’s strength.

Meng Anwen sensed carefully for a moment and said softly, “It seems Senior Ye Hao will become the seventh class user in the Shenxia Empire to reach level 96.”

What?!

Wang Lin and the others stared at him, eyes wide.

Seventh?

They clearly had no idea what was happening beyond this place. They had no idea that Meng Anwen and the others had already stepped into level 96.

Lin Moyu suddenly felt that these people were like inhabitants of an island, cut off from he rest of the world.

Any news from the outside struck them like a thunderbolt.

Meng Anwen continued calmly, “Myself, Old Bai, and Old Yan have already reached level 96. Old Feng isn’t far behind, and neither are Tairan and Xinghai. If Senior Ye Hao doesn’t move faster… he might not even be the seventh.”

The three felt as though blood was about to spill from their mouths.

Moments ago, they had been gloating. Now, they had been crushed without mercy.

They had believed Ye Hao’s breakthrough would tip the balance against Bai Yiyuan’s faction. Instead, the gap had grown even wider.

The three exchanged bitter smiles.

In the end, Wang Lin could only accept reality in silence.

He took a deep breath, cupped his fist, and addressed Meng Anwen with courtesy, “Lord Seren God, may I trouble you with a request?”

His attitude had completely changed.

Now he was exceedingly respectful, even addressing him as Lord Serene God.

Meng Anwen did not refuse, “Speak. If it is within my power, I will help.”

Wang Lin said solemnly, “Please, Lord Serene God, do not tell Lord Ye Hao what you mentioned earlier.”

Meng Anwen let out a soft chuckle, “You’re afraid Senior Ye Hao won’t be able to take the blow, aren’t you?”

Wang Lin nodded. That was exactly it.

If news spread that several people had already reached level 96, Ye Hao would face only two possible outcomes.

One was complete discouragement, his spirit crushed beyond recovery.

The other was renewed determination, his competitive fire ignited as he strove to catch up.

Lin Moyu did not know Ye Hao personally. He only knew that Ye Hao’s seniority exceeded even Meng Anwen’s, and that he was over 100 years old.

Wang Lin and the others, however, spent their days with Ye Hao and understood his temperament well.

Since they were making this request, it was clear which category Ye Hao would fall into.

Meng Anwen smiled, “I understand. I had no intention of mentioning it anyway.”

Relief flickered across Wang Lin’s face, “Thank you, Lord Serene God.”

Wei Cang and Xia Shize followed suit, offering their thanks.

Meng Anwen waved a hand, “There’s no need. We are of the same race; such thanks are unnecessary.”

Wang Lin smiled awkwardly but said nothing more.

Lin Moyu paid no attention to Ye Hao. His gaze was fixed on the Demon Extermination Tower.

The interior of the tower contained an independent space. Ye Hao was currently inside, attempting once again to gain its recognition.

Over the years, he had tried many times and failed each one.

He had originally given up, but after his recent breakthrough, he could not resist making another attempt.

Judging by the situation, his chances were still slim.

The aura of the Demon Extermination Tower was peerlessly sharp. Even the faint ripples it emitted felt like countless swords cleaving through heaven and earth.

Among the three great towers, it was reputed to be the foremost offensive weapon, and the title was well deserved.

Within its aura, Lin Moyu sensed something familiar: the presence of Godslaying Lightning.

The Demon Extermination Tower was a replica of the Thunderclap Tower. Though it inherited only a fraction of the original’s essence, it still carried a trace of Godslaying Lightning’s aura.

Lin Moyu, having personally wielded the Thunderclap Tower, recognized it instantly.

Interest flared in his eyes. Though only legendary-grade, the Demon Extermination Tower was undeniably impressive.

More importantly, it was a special piece of equipment—not wielded like a conventional weapon.

It possessed no attributes of its own, yet could unleash devastating power, be stored within the body, and summoned at will.

What seemed miraculous to others was perfectly clear to Lin Moyu.

Shenxia City was actually the Godslaying Fortress, a weapon forged for war.

Modeled after the Thunderclap Tower, the Demon Extermination Tower was likewise a weapon of war, sharing the same fundamental nature.

Suddenly, the tower began to tremble violently. Its aura sharpened severalfold, and faint arcs of lightning flickered across its surface.

A thunderous boom echoed through the sky as a bolt of lightning was drawn down. Vast lightning element converged and crashed onto the tower.

With a deafening bang, a figure was blasted out of the Demon Extermination Tower, tumbling through the air in a thoroughly disheveled state.