Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Across the Dragonkind World, numerous spatial channels appeared across different regions simultaneously.

From each spatial channel, waves of human class users surged forth.

Although Meng Anwen could locate the Dragonkind World using spatial coordinates, he couldn’t pinpoint exact landing spots.

Despite his mastery of formations, his strength had limits. Unlike Antares, who could tear through fragment worlds at will.

In fact, before reaching high-tier God-level, Meng Anwen wouldn’t have been capable of constructing teleportation formations on such a massive scale, even with the Dragonkind World’s spatial coordinates.

The humans, the masters of this world, numbered over a billion.

Among them, more than 200 million were combat-type class users, vastly outnumbering the Dragonkind.

At least half had entered the Dragonkind World, with the rest remaining behind to guard the Human World.

They moved in parties, treating the Dragonkind World like a dungeon and the Dragonkind as monsters.

This was no ordinary conflict but a war of extermination. Even the Immemorial Battlefield was swept by the invasion as human forces combed every corner, hunting down any Dragonkind they found without mercy.

In a war between races, there was no victory or defeat, only survival or extinction.

Meng Anwen watched the human forces surge into the Dragonkind World, his eyes flickering.

Around him stood Feng Xiu, Mo Xinghe, Bai Yiyuan, and other high-tier God-level, the supreme authorities of the human race. Yet none of them made a move.

In fact, none of the human God-level experts intervened.

Feng Xiu asked, “Old Meng, why are we holding back?”

Meng Anwen replied, “Moyu has already slain all the Dragon Kings. The Dragon Emperor has fled, and most level 88 and level 89 Dragon Generals are dead.”

Feng Xiu nodded, “So the remaining Dragonkind are meant to train our human forces?”

Meng Anwen said, “Exactly. It’s also Moyu’s intention. He said the human race must never lose its edge.”

“And this isn’t the end. We still face the Abyss Demons. We can’t rely on Moyu for everything.”

Feng Xiu and the others fell silent, finding his reasoning sound.

If Lin Moyu bore every burden alone, humanity might suffer fewer casualties, but they would also lose their fighting spirit.

Without a sharp drive, there could be no true growth.

Throughout history, humanity had only risen through blood and hardship. Every sacrifice had forged strength.

As long as no Dragon King-level threats appeared, they would not intervene.

The campaign would take time. Though only a fragment world, the Dragonkind World spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.

The Dragonkind had already scattered into hiding, making them difficult to locate.

Meng Anwen intended to spend six months to a year systematically sweeping the Dragonkind World until not a single Dragonkind remained.

…

News of the humans’ invasion of the Dragonkind World soon reached the Abyss.

No Demon had expected the once-dominant Dragonkind to fall so completely.

The reason was simple: Lin Moyu was simply too powerful.

Whispers spread that the humans might one day invade the Abyss.

A sense of panic took root, and an uneasy tension gripped the Abyss.

Within the Demon Emperor’s Palace, Lilian lounged lazily on her throne, sipping Dragon King blood wine.

Beneath the palace, the imprisoned Dragon King was the only surviving Dragon King.

The Succubus Queen sat in stunned silence.

She had just received the news: the humans had invaded the Dragonkind World and launched a campaign of extermination.

The Dragon Kings had been slaughtered, the Dragon Emperor had vanished, and all of it had been done by Lin Moyu alone.

The Succubus Queen muttered, “How can he be this strong?”

Lilian chuckled, “Because this is the human race’s world.”

The Succubus Queen frowned, puzzled.

Lilian continued softly, “Those favored by the world will are bound to defy logic. You’ll understand when you reach a higher level.”

The Succubus Queen dared not ask further.

Lilian’s expression grew complicated. Lin Moyu’s strength benefited her, but only to a point.

If he ever turned against her, she doubted she could resist.

“It seems I need to prepare contingencies.”

Lost in thought, a thin line of crimson slipped from the corner of her lips.

…

In a mysterious space, a chilling voice echoed: “After a thousand years, I have finally sensed the aura of the chess pieces. Pass down the command—the operation begins now.”

As the voice faded, a strange aura spread like a tide.

In the Immemorial Battlefield, within the deep layer, there lay a graveyard-like domain.

Over a thousand coffins rested there, steeped in a chilling death aura.

Then, after a thousand years of stillness, the coffins began to tremble—first faintly, then violently. The vibrations rose to a fever pitch until, with a deafening roar, the lids burst apart.

From within, slender humanoid figures shot upright.

Their expressions were frigid, their skin pale, fangs jutting from their mouths, thin wings behind their backs.

They resembled humans but were unmistakably something else.

They glanced at one another, bloodlust flickering in their eyes, and broke into eerie laughter.

“Master’s command has arrived. We can begin.”

“A thousand years of sleep, a thousand years of waiting… At last, something is happening.”

“Heh. Those chess pieces from a thousand years ago are only now being used. I wonder how much our blood-slaves have multiplied by now.”

“I can sense them. There are so many.”

“Good. Then this shall be entertaining. Let us claim this world.”

As they spoke, their fangs glinted coldly in the dim light, just like their claws and wings.

“All that sleep, I’m starved. Let’s find something to eat.”

“Agreed. Let’s fill our stomachs and announce our return to the deep layer.”

“Now that we Bloodkind have awakened, this world will eventually fall under our dominion.”

In unison, a thousand pairs of wings spread wide, and the Bloodkind surged into the sky like streaks of light.

…

Antares stirred in his slumber, nose twitching. His eyes opened slightly as he looked toward the disturbance.

He murmured, voice heavy with drowsiness, “So… they’re finally making a move. After a thousand years, the chess pieces move.”

“Good. It’s time the last of the filth in this world is swept away.”

His gaze drifted to Lin Moyu, still immersed in his comprehension of law.

“As for the butcher’s blade… Let’s see if that brat can still wield it this time.”

…

Across different regions, events unfolded in parallel.

Yet no matter how storms raged or winds howled in the outside world, Lin Moyu remained undisturbed.

He was completely absorbed in the world of law.

The law was profound yet irresistibly captivating.

Rather than boredom, Lin Moyu felt exhilaration.

With law manifestation, comprehension came more easily, and he made progress almost every day.

As his comprehension deepened, his soul released an unceasing flow of soul force.

His soul itself seemed to evolve, instinctively adapting to better harmonize with the law.

Consequently, his soul force steadily grew stronger.

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal absorbed this soul force, refining and feeding it back to Lin Moyu, keeping it pure at all times.