Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Antares sent Lin Moyu back to the lower layer. This time, the delivery was frighteningly precise, depositing him directly on the outskirts of Shenxia City.

Antares knew Lin Moyu well. As long as he calmed himself, he would find a solution without needing guidance.

In matters of strategy and insight, even if Antares was unwilling to admit it, Lin Moyu’s thinking surpassed its own.

If even he could devise a method, Lin Moyu certainly could.

Still, the difficulty of the situation was undeniable.

As Lin Moyu vanished from sight, a savage glint flashed through Antares’s eyes, “Brat… relax. With me here, no one will lay a finger on you.”

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The Eternal Great Wall activated, linking the fortresses of the Dimensional Battlefield into a single, colossal defense.

The Shenxia Empire sealed its borders—no entry, no exit—and defensive formations flared to life in every city.

Shenxia City was no exception. Its formations hummed as power surged through them.

Lin Moyu streaked toward the city like a bolt of lightning. Thanks to his preliminary recognition from the Thunderclap Tower and the mark he carried, the city’s formations let him pass without resistance.

The guards quickly noticed him, especially the military badge on his shoulder.

This time, Lin Moyu made no attempt to keep a low profile. He deliberately activated it.

The five-star godly general badge erupted with dazzling purple light. The guards froze in awe, not a single one daring to obstruct him.

His arrival immediately alerted Commander Feng Yiming, who quickly rushed over.

When Lin Moyu arrived, the Thunderclap Tower roared as it rose from the ground.

Before Feng Yiming could reach him, Lin Moyu had already entered the tower.

Feng Yiming’s face tightened with unease. He knew something major had happened.

In that brief moment, he had seen Lin Moyu’s expression: heavy, grim, and resolute.

Then the alarms screamed.

Less than a minute after Lin Moyu entered the tower, warning formations across the city were triggered.

The guards stiffened as two vast masses of dark clouds rolled in from different directions.

One was a Dragonkind army; the other was a Demon army.

Their combined advance pressed toward Shenxia City, God-level auras surging within their ranks.

Dragon Kings and Demon Kings were present.

Feng Yiming’s expression changed drastically. He pushed the defensive formations to maximum output and barked out orders in succession.

Shenxia City entered a state of war.

Within the Thunderclap Tower’s inner tower, Lin Moyu headed straight for the core.

With a flash of light, the Thunderclap Tower’s outer tower appeared in his palm.

The instant it manifested, it resonated with the inner tower’s core.

Lightning exploded outward, engulfing Lin Moyu and the outer tower in blinding radiance.

The outer tower functioned like a remote control to the inner tower’s core. Through it, one could manipulate the inner tower’s core, and through the inner tower’s core, command the entire Godslaying Fortress.

As long as he could link the outer tower to the inner tower’s core, Lin Moyu could operate it indirectly.

He knew his limits. With his current strength, controlling the entire Godslaying Fortress was impossible.

Antares had warned him clearly: even in its severely damaged state, the fortress could drain him into a withered corpse.

Lin Moyu harbored no such delusions. He needed only a fraction of its power.

Back when he was far weaker, he had used the Thunderclap Tower to unleash Godslaying Lightning that collided with the Demon Emperor’s finger across the void.

Now, his strength was worlds apart from before, and his soul rank had reached God-level.

If he could draw upon the Godslaying Fortress, he might stand against the Demon Emperor.

Even if victory was impossible, holding on long enough to find an opening was still a chance.

This was the only path he could see.

The resonance between the Thunderclap Tower’s inner core and the outer tower intensified. Lightning roared, growing ever more violent.

Relying on his immunity to the lightning element, Lin Moyu forced the connection forward.

Then his heart sank.

Within the blinding light, he sensed his soul brand on the Thunderclap Tower’s outer tower being eroded.

The bond between him and the outer tower was weakening at an alarming rate.

Lin Moyu’s soul force erupted, surging desperately into the outer tower to stabilize the bond.

He had not possessed it long; the soul brand was still shallow.

If it were erased, everything would be lost.

And then there would be only one option left: enter the Abyss and fight the Demon Emperor to the death.

A certain death.

Lin Moyu’s soul went into violent turmoil.

Where before he had nurtured the brand patiently, like water carving stone.

Now he attacked with brute force, like a tidal wave crashing ashore, like a blade carving deep into metal.

The lightning grew even fiercer. The erosion of the soul brand accelerated.

Lin Moyu understood. This was a trial.

A test from the inner tower’s core itself.

If he could not endure it, he was unworthy of its recognition, unworthy even of the preliminary brand he already possessed.

Failure would mean total erasure.

Lin Moyu was giving everything he had—not only for himself, but for Meng Anwen and the others.

This was the only chance.

His soul force was draining at a terrifying rate. Though his soul rank had reached level 92, brushing against level 93, his soul force reserves remained stuck at level 76.

He was like an enormous barrel; the barrel was already built, yet the amount of water it contained was hardly worth mentioning.

Even with the 76-fold recovery granted by Divinity Force, it was nowhere near enough to support such reckless expenditure.

As his soul force dwindled, the level of the “water” continued to decrease, natural recovery utterly unable to keep pace.

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal continuously exhaled Dragon Breath to replenish him, but even that fell short.

This Dragon race’s thing was simply too gentle.

The soul brand grew dimmer. His soul force reserves declined.

Anxiety welled up inside Lin Moyu. He had no choice. He had to gamble everything.

Sensing his desperation, the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal responded, doubling the soul force it released.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

“More!” Lin Moyu bellowed inwardly, “Give me more!”

At that moment, a spark ignited.

A wisp of flame burst forth from the Domain Divine Stone—the Blueluster Fire.

The Blueluster Fire had once existed solely to stimulate his soul and elevate his soul rank.

As Lin Moyu’s soul grew stronger, its effect diminished, and after he obtained the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal, it had all but faded into irrelevance.

Yet now, it revealed itself once again.

The Blueluster Fire bloomed in full and surged out of the Domain Divine Stone. Stripped of the fire, the stone instantly dulled, reverting to its original state, with only black murderous aura roiling within.

When the Blueluster Fire merged with his soul, searing pain pierced him like blades.

Lin Moyu groaned as the Blueluster Fire detonated, transforming into pure soul force.

The soul force that had been on the verge of depletion was replenished.

Joy surged through him. Compared to replenished soul force, what was a little pain?

“Thank you.” Lin Moyu offered his thanks to the Domain Divine Stone.

Since acquiring it, he had only known that the stone could absorb murderous aura. He had never uncovered any other function.

Yet in the Divine Stone Dungeon, it had moved on its own to absorb the Blueluster Fire, shocking even Shiling.

Afterward, Antares confirmed the truth.

The Domain Divine Stone’s grade was astonishingly high, surpassing even mythical-grade. Lin Moyu simply lacked the power to wield it.

He hadn’t expected it to come to his aid now.

Like a general reinforced by fresh troops, Lin Moyu rallied his “soldiers” and launched another charge.

The soul brand deepened once more, growing even more vivid under his relentless assault.

Then, the lightning shifted. Amid the blue bolts, a streak of purple flashed.

Lin Moyu’s body went numb. A piercing pain tore through his soul.