Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Even a powerful lesser demon lord like the six-armed serpent demon lord Modisti suffered a certain degree of power reduction.

　If even a demigod like Modisti is like this, then those high-ranking demons, whose strength is far inferior to hers, are naturally even more unable to resist.

　In comparison, the weakening suffered by the high-level legendary demon overseers was still acceptable due to their strong spell resistance.

　At least they can still exert the strength of high-level legendary level beings.

　But those legendary demons didn't have it so easy.

　Weakening under the constant influence of dark magic, they can now barely maintain their near-legendary rank strength, and their combat power has been greatly reduced.

　As for those high-ranking demons who have not yet reached the legendary level, they have completely lost the ability to maintain their flight posture due to the continuous weakening effect of this series of dark magic spells.

　Dragged helplessly by the powerful gravity of the 406th abyss layer, these high-ranking demons screamed as they plummeted toward the ground.

　On the ground, the undead army was already in full battle array, waiting for these prey to walk right into their trap.

　It is obvious that the fate of these high-ranking demons is sealed; they will not escape being besieged by the undead legion.

　Seeing the tide of battle gradually turn and the trend against her side becoming increasingly obvious, Modisti could no longer afford to be verbally aggressive.

　This lesser demon lord, renowned in the 406th layer of the abyss, suddenly raised six arms, each wielding a different weapon.

　Then, her enormous, serpentine body, as massive as a towering mountain, began to spin at an unimaginable speed.

　[Great Whirlwind] + [Power Slash] + [Legendary Whirlwind Slash] + [Legendary Mortal Strike] + [Weakness Insight] + [Greater Haste] = [Blade Storm]!

　This combination attack is undoubtedly one of Modisti's hidden trump cards, and its power is beyond doubt.

　As she unleashed her full power, countless real and sharp sword energies poured down like a torrential rain, ravaging the entire battlefield and shattering everything in her way.

　On this battlefield crisscrossed by sword energy, only the Charon-class light frigate, which was completely protected by dozens of protective spells cast by Moros, survived.

　The rest of them, whether powerful demon overseers or well-organized undead armies, were all ruthlessly crushed under this merciless sword energy.

　Reality is not a virtual game world; there is no protection from friendly forces, and all living beings must face this cruel battlefield head-on.

　Under Modisty's [Blade Storm], both her demon legion and undead army suffered heavy losses.

　However, as a proper lesser demon lord, Modisti seemed indifferent to the losses suffered by her demon legion.

　She knew that in the bottomless abyss, the demon's minions were merely pawns that could be replenished at any time. As long as her strength remained strong, she could have as many of these consumables as she needed.

　However, just when Modisty thought she could turn the tide of the battle with this trump card, a cold smile appeared on Moros's lips.

　He made no attempt to command the artificial soul aggregate to control the warship to evade, but instead calmly manipulated the legendary magic surrounding him, causing it to expand outwards.

　The necromancer believed that his series of protective spells were enough to withstand Modisty's incredibly powerful Blade Storm.

　As expected, things unfolded exactly as he had anticipated.

　Even though Modisty's Blade Storm could easily shred the legendary demons' tough skin, comparable to adamantine armor, it couldn't completely penetrate the protective spells he had cast on the Charon-class light corvette.

　Of course, it cannot be said that Modisti's efforts were entirely in vain.

　Under the onslaught of [Blade Storm], more than twenty layers of magical defense were broken through one by one.

　If the Charon-class light corvettes hadn't had their own Honkai energy shields that timely blocked some of the power of [Blade Storm], the number would probably have been even more staggering.

　But reality has no "what ifs." Thanks to the dual protection of protective spells and Honkai energy shields, Modisti's [Blade Storm] ultimately stopped before the alloy armor of the Charon-class light corvette.

　If given more time, Modisty could certainly continue to tear apart the remaining protective spells on the Charon-class light corvette, as well as its seemingly indestructible alloy armor reinforced by Honkai energy.

　But how could the necromancer possibly give her another chance to unleash [Blade Storm]?

　At that very moment, the legendary spell [Soul Circulation] surrounding Moros was expanded.

　"burst!"

　With a low shout, the [Soul Circulation] surrounding the hull of the Charon-class light frigate was instantly detonated.

　The next moment, a power similar to, yet different from, the legendary spell [Soul Torrent] suddenly erupted.

　Although this power cannot compare with the [Soul Torrent] in terms of single-target damage, the immense force formed by the convergence of pure soul power is like a raging, turbulent sea, pushing everything it touches away from the necromancer.

　The sudden surge of soul power acted like an invisible and heavy hammer, slamming into Modisty's body and causing her to stagger backward.

Chapter 594 The Fall of the Six-Armed Serpent Demon Lord

　After the legendary spell [Soul Circulation] was deliberately detonated by Moros, the released soul shock violently impacted Modisti, causing her to stagger backward involuntarily.

　Her six arms, which were holding weapons, flailed frantically in the air, trying to steady her swaying body in the face of the impact.

　In Modisti's long, narrow, and fierce snake eyes, there was an undisguised light of shock and anger.

　Clearly, this lesser demon herrscher had never expected that the necromancer would possess such bizarre and powerful countermeasures.

　"That wretched necromancer!"

　She roared, her voice filled with resentment and anger.

　The powerful serpent lord quickly adjusted his posture, his six arms tensing once more, gathering new power, preparing to launch an even fiercer attack on Moros.

　Unfortunately, she had already missed the best opportunity.

　After detonating the [Soul Circulation] that was constantly on his body, Moros did not hesitate at all and immediately began to cast the next legendary spell.

　Enhanced Spell: Soul Torrent!

　Thanks to the series of brutal killings carried out on the Plains of Ten Thousand Abyss, the necromancer has amassed tens of millions of demon souls.

　In the material world, the death of a demon is not the end; they are reborn in the abyss.

　Admittedly, such rebirth often means starting from scratch, beginning as a lowly demonic worm, and embarking once again on a difficult path of struggle in a cruel, bottomless abyss.

　But in any case, this is a chance to start over.

　Therefore, demons in the prime material plane generally exhibit fearlessness and ruthlessness.

　They knew that even if they died in battle, they would have a chance to rise again from the bottomless abyss.

　This is why capturing a demon's soul on the prime material plane requires extremely high spellcasting skills.

　Without the skill level of a high-level spellcaster, such an idea is nothing short of wishful thinking.

　But in the bottomless abyss, the situation changed dramatically.

　Here, once a demon is killed, it is truly dead; there is no chance of rebirth.

　Given such a harsh environment, it's not so hard to understand why Moros was able to amass such a massive number of demon souls.

　With so many demon souls at his disposal, the necromancer would naturally not hold back when casting the legendary spell [Soul Torrent].

　He poured nearly half of the demon souls into this legendary spell.

　With the added boost of the [Spell Enhancement] super magic skill, the power of this torrent of souls was far beyond what Modisti could have imagined.

　Tens of millions of demon souls, twisted and manipulated by legendary magic, eventually converged into a terrifying, pitch-black, and endlessly churning torrent.

　Under Moros's control, this torrent, carrying the resentment and unwillingness of countless demons, rushed toward Modisty with overwhelming force.

　Faced with this terrifying power that could shake the entire abyss and change the color of the sky and earth, Modisti's snake eyes instantly narrowed, flashing with unprecedented solemnity and deep fear.

　She could clearly sense the presence of death within this legendary spell.

　However, as a powerful lesser demon lord, Modisty would never so easily succumb to the whims of fate, nor would she allow death to come so easily upon her.

　Don't think you can defeat me so easily!

　Roaring, the powerful six-armed serpent lord revealed his final trump card.

　[Blade Barrier] + [Enchanted Weapon] + [Defense in Offense] + [Enhanced Multi-Weapon Combat] + [Weakness Insight] + [Advanced Speed ​​Spell] = [Blade Guard]!

　This series of spells and techniques merged together, ultimately forming Modisty's ultimate defense and counterattack.

　Ultimate Skill - [Blade Protection].

　Behind this magically brilliant and seemingly indestructible barrier of swords, Modisti fearlessly and proudly faced the fierce onslaught of the torrent of souls.

　The next moment, the pitch-black torrent of souls crashed violently against the sword barrier.

　"——!!!"

　The moment of impact, the entire space trembled. A deafening roar erupted between the terrifying power of the torrent of souls and the tough defense of the sword barrier, yet it sounded unusually dull due to the vastness and immensity of this power.

　Where the serpentine body of Modisti was coiled, the ground began to crack rapidly, the cracks spreading like a spider web. Dust and gravel were stirred up by this earth-shattering force, forming a small storm that blotted out the sky.

　Her six arms gripped the weapon tightly, muscles taut, all her strength concentrated on the sword barrier, trying to withstand the torrent that was capable of destroying everything.

　However, even though she had given it her all, the pitch-black torrent of souls continued to relentlessly assault the sword's barrier wave after wave.

　Each impact caused the magical aura on the barrier to flicker erratically, as if it might collapse and disintegrate at any moment under the impact of this force.

　The torrent of souls not only assaulted her body, but also attempted to erode her will and soul.

　Modisty could feel the fear and despair left in her heart by those demonic souls; they were like countless invisible little hands trying to drag her into an endless abyss of darkness.

　However, as a powerful lesser demon lord, Modisty was not the kind of person who would easily submit.

　She gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength, and tried to resist this invasion that originated from her soul.

　"You think you can defeat me like this, you necromancer!"

　Modisti's voice sounded faint amidst the roar of the torrent of souls, yet it was exceptionally firm.

　"I, Modisti, will never fall easily!"

　She roared and poured her last bit of strength into [Blade Guardian] without reservation.

　At this moment, the six-armed serpent demon lord, who ranked among the top in individual combat strength among lesser demon lords, truly staked everything on this.

　Unfortunately, the gap in strength is not so easily bridged.

　If she could withstand the terrifying torrent of souls that Morros personally unleashed, which gathered the souls of tens of millions of demons, then Modisty would not be a lesser demon lord, but a true demon lord.

　Even though Modisti had given it her all, after a few minutes of stalemate, [Blade Guardian] finally collapsed.

　Facing the onslaught of the soul's torrent, the life force within Modisti was draining away at an alarming rate, and the power in her six arms was also rapidly declining.

　She roared in despair, trying to fight against the force of death with her last shred of will, but her efforts seemed so insignificant and powerless in the face of the endless torrent.

　"How could this be... I actually lost here..."

　Modisti's voice was filled with resentment and despair.

　But reality won't change just because you're unwilling to accept it. Defeat is already inevitable, and any struggle will only add to the pain.

　Finally, with her life force completely exhausted, Modisti's enormous body collapsed helplessly, her six arms hanging limply at her sides, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely.

　P.S.: The sensitive words for Hedgehog Cat are really absurd!

Chapter 595 The Battle Ends

　With the fall of the six-armed serpent demon lord Modisti, her demon army, having lost its leader, quickly collapsed and was completely overwhelmed by the undead army.

　However, at this point, Moros had no time to concern himself with such trivial details.

　Compared to those relatively "weak" legendary demons and demon overlords, the soul of a lesser demon lord is undoubtedly a more precious existence.

　This is the soul of a demigod!

　Even on the entire Abyss, this is a huge fortune that would make any lesser demon lord envious.

　Therefore, the moment Modisti fell, the necromancer took out a deep blue magic crystal that he had prepared beforehand from his storage ring.

　The value of this magic crystal is so high that it is at least equivalent to ten thousand Ashan gold coins!

　This was the treasure that Moros had specially prepared for this operation.

　Since he already knew that he was going to face a demigod-level lesser demon lord, how could he not prepare some powerful means to imprison his soul in advance?

　Having climbed step by step from the bottomless abyss to the high position of a lesser demon lord, Moros absolutely did not believe that Modisty would not have left herself a contingency plan for resurrection.

　Given the necromancer's magical prowess, to completely seal the soul of a demigod, one would need at least a magic crystal of exceptional quality like the one in his hand to ensure that His soul is firmly imprisoned.

　Accompanied by a series of obscure and unpredictable incantations, an invisible yet powerful, vortex-like force of devouring gradually spread out.

　Immediately, within the enormous, deep blue magic crystal in his hand, death and cold intertwined, and a pale light, condensed from extremely dense negative energy and death magic, suddenly burst forth and was precisely projected onto Modisty's battered body.

　In an instant, the invisible space seemed to ripple with waves.

　Under the relentless pull of the pale light and the combined effect of Morros's death magic, a soul exuding an evil aura was forcibly ripped from Modisty's body.

　This soul struggled violently and roared silently. Its power was so great that it could even penetrate the barrier between life and death and directly impact the depths of the souls of all the surrounding beings.

　Such strength... a Lesser Demon Lord, truly lives up to his name!

　Secretly amazed, Moros accelerated the progress of the spell he was casting.