Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　But with a level of 40, the Soul Lord really didn't dare to take the death dragon's breath head-on.

　Having dodged the destructive dragon breath of the Death Incarnation, Zefer let out a deafening roar.

　"Don't think you can stop me like this!"

　His body surged with magical energy, and a blood-red magical shield rose up.

　Just as Zefer was preparing to launch another attack, Moros's voice came from afar, carrying a hint of mockery and deep sarcasm.

　“Zefel, your movements are really clumsy. You can’t even handle a summoned dragon.”

　Upon hearing this, Zefer's anger was instantly ignited.

　He understood, of course, that this was just a tactic employed by the necromancer to stir up his emotions and make him lose his composure.

　However, being aware of something is one thing; being able to control one's impulses is another.

　In fact, the devil is not lacking in wisdom or incapable of examining the situation from an objective and rational perspective.

　Their real problem is that they struggle to control the sudden, overwhelming emotional impulses that come with it.

　At this moment, provoked by the necromancer's words, Zephyr could no longer suppress his indignation, and his rational defenses crumbled.

Chapter 615 The Fall of the Soul-Slaying Demon Lord and the End of the Battle

　The Soul Lord Zephyr, who had lost his mind, was no match for the necromancer Moros.

　Despite being in a state of irrationality and driven by instinct, this demigod-level Soul Lord's physical attributes, magical strength, and other hard power miraculously improved to some extent compared to when he was rational.

　However, when facing a spellcaster who is also a demigod, this temporary enhancement gained by abandoning reason cannot ultimately reverse the fate of the fool who dares to abandon wisdom.

　Using the dragon of death summoned by the legendary spell [Avatar of Death] as cover, Moros annihilated the Soul Lord who had instigated the entire battle and plunged the 406th Abyss into war without sustaining even the slightest injury.

　Of course, Zefer's final struggle did not come without any substantial results.

　Under the desperate attack of this Soul-Slaying Demon Lord, the level 40 Death Dragon perished on the spot.

　Therefore, Moros had no choice but to drink the last of the precious Potion of the Well of Delight.

　Without the Death Dragon as a shield to draw aggro, the necromancer was unwilling to face the frenzied counterattack of a dying demigod-level beast.

　However, the amount of magic power required to summon the Death Avatar again after its fall is far more than the original 4500 points.

　To do this, Moros must use all his magic.

　In the perilous abyss, losing all magic power is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

　Therefore, after successfully summoning the incarnation of death again, he did not hesitate to drink the potion to restore his magic power.

　With the fall of the Soul Lord Zephyr, the ultimate victor of this battle has emerged.

　Even though the demon legion had gained a clear advantage on the battlefield at this moment, and even though the necromancer's flagship—the Charon-class light frigate—was plummeting to the ground trailing thick black smoke under the demons' fierce onslaught, it could not change this fact.

　The reason is very simple.

　For a demigod-level powerhouse, as long as there is no powerhouse of the same level to restrain them, even if they are seriously injured, they can easily crush those high-level legendary beings.

　This is the cruelty of the extraordinary world.

　No matter how bravely the soldiers fight, or how ingenious the commanders' tactics and strategies are, once the situation on the top battlefield collapses, the advantages of all other battlefields will be completely overturned in an instant.

　This phenomenon is most pronounced in worlds where the supernatural power system is more robust.

　Getting back to the main point, after the fall of the Soul Lord Zefer, Moros did not immediately rush to the aid of the Legion's battlefield where the undead legion was located.

　His primary task was to imprison the soul of this lesser demon lord.

　Compared to the soul of a demigod-level lesser demon lord, the undead forces that could not leave this world with him paled in comparison.

　Moreover, given Zephyr's strength, the necromancer simply doesn't believe He wouldn't have prepared a backup plan for resurrection.

　Where are your hands?

　To avoid encountering this Soul-Slaying Demon Lord again in the 406th level of the abyss in the future, Moros naturally wanted to nail His coffin lid shut.

　With the necromancer's demigod-level spellcasting abilities, Zefer's soul could not possibly escape his confinement.

　After successfully sealing the soul of the lesser demon lord within a pre-prepared crystal of refined magic, Moros finally turned his gaze to the legion's battlefield below.

　With a light wave of the [Netherworld Staff] in his hand, chilling soul shocks streaked across the sky like shooting stars in the dark night, striking directly at the demon overseers who were wantonly slaughtering the undead army.

　Under the impact of these powerful soul strikes, the demon overseers were instantly thrown into a state of chaos.

　For Zephyr, a demigod, this level of soul impact might be nothing more than a harassing attack, like a gentle breeze, and not worth mentioning.

　However, for those demon overseers who are only high-level legendary, such a soul attack is a major threat that they must deal with with all their might.

　If it's just one or two attacks, their strength and life level shouldn't be too much for them to handle.

　However, the number of soul impacts attacking them at this moment was in the hundreds, densely packed, like a continuous storm.

　Even if the power of the attack were distributed evenly among each demon overseer, each demon overseer would still have to face at least five incredibly powerful soul impacts.

　Such a massive soul impact was enough to severely injure them to the level of moderate injury.

　Unlike the minor and mild injury levels, moderate injuries significantly impair the injured person's combat ability.

　If they were to suffer even moderate injuries, the demon overseers had no doubt that the necromancers, now free to deal with them, would leave them all on this hellish battlefield.

　Those who manage to stand out from the crowd of demons and rise to the rank of Demon Overlord (High Legendary Rank) are undoubtedly wise.

　The moment they were hit by this round of soul attacks, they keenly realized that the outcome of the battle in the high-altitude battlefield was already decided.

　Faced with a spellcaster of demigod rank, especially one who had defeated and even killed the lesser demon lord they served, the demon overseers had not a single thought of resistance.

　Their only thought at that moment was to escape, to escape as far away as possible.

　Moros, of course, would not let these demon overseers, who were scattering and trying to find a way to survive, go.

　For this reason, he even temporarily suspended the interception operation against those legendary-ranked great demons.

　Compared to capturing the souls and corpses of a dozen or so high-ranking legendary demon overseers, the souls of those great demons, while equally valuable, are clearly less attractive in the current situation.

　Realizing that they had become the necromancer's primary target, the demon overseers reacted swiftly.

　They decisively chose to scatter and flee, each flying off in different directions.

　Clearly, these demon overseers decided to take a gamble, hoping for a stroke of luck and that they wouldn't be so unlucky as to be targeted by the necromancer or the death incarnations he summoned.

　Watching the demon overseers flee in panic, Moros's lips curled into a slight smile.

　"Innocent!"

　He uttered a mocking word and waved the [Netherworld Staff] in his hand, unleashing a series of dark magic spells upon the demon overseers.

　[The Slowing Technique]!

　[Madness Curse]!

　Puppet Master!

　……

　In an instant, the demon overseers who were trying to escape the clutches of death found themselves in dire straits.

　Despite their desperate struggles, even burning their own soul power in an attempt to break free from the shackles and interference of these spells, their resistance appeared so powerless and futile in the face of the powerful magic cast by Moros.

　The next moment, amidst the dazzling magical light, the figures of these demon overseers vanished one by one, forever slumbering on this land stained with demon blood and negative energy.

Chapter 616 After the Battle Ends

　After stuffing the soul of the last demon overseer into the essence magic crystal, Moros was finally able to deal with the remaining demons under the command of the Soul Lord Zephyr.

　However, by this time, the number of legendary-ranked great demons that could still be glimpsed on this battlefield was extremely small.

　Even a Tanari demon with a chaotic nature, capable of reaching the legendary rank, possesses undeniable wisdom.

　In addition, there was the commotion caused by Moros chasing down the fleeing demon overseers.

　It's not hard to understand why the demons realized that the necromancer had defeated Zephyr, the lesser demon lord they served.

　Once they realize this, any demon with a brain would naturally choose to flee.

　Moros was well aware of this.

　However, at that time he was busy hunting down those high-level legendary demon overseers and had no time to pay attention to these relatively minor fry.

　After all, compared to the incomparably precious souls and corpses of the demon overseers, the souls and corpses of the great demons and high-ranking demons, while also quite valuable to some extent, pale in comparison.

　Getting back to the point, Moros would naturally show no mercy to those great demons whose minds were filled with chaos, who chose to fight to the bitter end even in such dire circumstances instead of wisely choosing to flee.

　He extracted a wisp of power from the vast soul circulation generated by his ever-operating legendary spell, Soul Circulation, and used it to "call out" the names of those stubborn and unruly great demons one by one.

　Unlike demon overseers who require several soul impacts to barely inflict moderate injuries, for legendary archdemons of the legendary rank, just one or two soul impacts are enough to severely injure them and greatly reduce their strength.

　They were only able to barely find a sliver of hope and flee in panic thanks to the necromancer's momentary lapse in attention.

　Now that they can't even fully utilize their original strength, they have no way to escape.

　With the fall of the last great demon, the battle came to an end.

　Without any possible interference or obstruction, Moros was able to calmly cast spells and annihilate the remnants of the demon army one by one.

　Moros was naturally not required to personally handle such trivial matters as cleaning up the battlefield.

　Admittedly, the Charon-class light frigate that served as his flagship had been shot down by Zeffer's demon legion.

　However, thanks to the damage-bearing redundancy that Velvet incorporated when designing this warship, as well as the powerful enhancement of the expert-level [War Machine Science], this steel behemoth weighing over 100,000 tons has not completely lost its combat capability.

　In that case, the artificial soul aggregate controlling this warship would not be easily destroyed.

　After entrusting the task of cleaning up the battlefield to this loyal artificial soul aggregate, Moros led a portion of the surviving undead army on a journey to wipe out the demonic remnants within his territory.

　Due to the inherent chaos and disorder of the Tanaris, even the lesser demon lords themselves find it difficult to fully control every member of their demon legions.

　Therefore, wherever the demon legion goes, it inevitably leaves behind some runaway demons.

　Moreover, in the previous battles, in order to completely annihilate the lesser demon lords who invaded his territory and the demon legions they commanded, the necromancer did not hesitate to transfer the undead troops that were specifically responsible for slaughtering the lesser demons that emerged from the [Abyssal Blood Pool] into the undead legion under his command.

　This strategic decision, while significantly enhancing the undead army's combat power, inevitably created a gap in the undead forces that were originally tightly guarding the area around the [Abyss Blood Pool].

　As a result, the soul-collecting arrays set up around the Abyss Blood Pool were destroyed by the demons and almost without exception became paralyzed.

　Now, as the smoke of battle gradually dissipates, Moros urgently needs to redeploy these undead forces to the vicinity of the various Abyssal Pools within his territory.

　Furthermore, he also needs to begin rebuilding the soul factory, which is supported by the soul collection array, in order to restore the efficient soul supply system of the past as soon as possible.

　South of the necromancer's territory, near the [Abyss Blood Pool].

　In the heart of a lush and deep jungle, a silent [Abyss Blood Pool], exuding a strong aura of bloodshed, stands.

　Every so often, this [Abyssal Blood Pool] acts like a furnace of life, giving birth to a batch of lesser demons who have undergone cruel selection and shed their demon worm form.

　In the past, these little demons were ruthlessly harvested by the undead forces stationed here, and then transformed into the soul reserves of necromancers under the effect of the soul-collecting array.

　However, with the invasion of lesser demon lords from neighboring territories, the undead forces originally stationed here were forced to relocate, and the soul-gathering arrays that were tasked with collecting demon souls for necromancers were also destroyed by the violent attacks of the roaming demons.

　From that moment on, the little demons born in the [Abyssal Blood Pool] once again stepped into the cruel and primal survival cycle of their kind in the bottomless abyss—

　Survival, killing, evolution.

　This transformation caused the number of lesser demons in the area to swell dramatically, attracting the greedy gaze of many low-level demons.

　Deep within this perilous jungle, several fearsome demons were silently roaming about.

　The Fearful Demon, one of the lowest beings in the Tanari demon race, is barely stronger than the Lesser Demon who has just transformed from a demon worm.

　Even a dozen or so lesser demons working together could potentially devour a cowardly demon alive.

　This inherent weakness and vulnerability to bullying forces the Fearful Demon to helplessly play the role of a slave at the very bottom of the cruel hierarchy in the bottomless abyss.

　It was precisely because of this that when news of the surge in the number of lesser demons in this area spread, a large number of fear demons flooded into the area like a tidal wave.

　Driven by a yearning for a more powerful demonic form, they spared no effort in trying to extract every possible advantage from this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

　The energy used is intended to break free from the constraints of the demon form and achieve a transformation and leap to a higher-level demon form.

　In order to hunt down the lesser demons living in this area more efficiently, the cowards have also joined forces.

　They spontaneously form small groups of three to five, roaming the dense jungle and hunting any creatures they can catch.

　Then, the group of cowards discovered a group of lesser demons fighting each other.

　If the demons play the role of slaves in the bottomless abyss, then the lesser demons are veritable mobile food supplies.

　The cowards eagerly anticipate evolution, and the little demons share the same endless longing for it.

　In the extremely cruel world of the bottomless abyss, the path of evolution can only be opened up through killing and plunder.