Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Because a large number of undead troops had been killed in the previous brutal battles against the demon legions under the command of Soulbinder Lord Isidore, the combat power and elite status of the remaining undead troops had been significantly enhanced.

　This is why the undead forces miraculously managed to assemble before the Shadow Fiend Lord's main force arrived at the outskirts of the city ruins.

　Seeing that there was no advantage to be gained, the Shadow Fiend Lord, who commanded the demon legion, fell into deep confusion and hesitation.

　Even now, the person he wants to rescue is still nowhere to be seen.

　It is obvious that the Soul-Binding Demon Lord has fallen.

　In this situation, launching an attack on the undead forces that have already assembled and are ready for battle would no longer be a wise move.

　Especially when his gaze fell upon the necromancer standing atop the dragon's head, the embodiment of death, scrutinizing him with icy eyes...

　The Shadow Fiend Lord's eyes flickered, but he ultimately decided to retreat.

　Rather than risk a final battle against the necromancer who had successfully defeated the Soulbinder Lord, this demigod-level Shadow Demon Lord believed it would be wiser to venture into other abyssal realms to seek new opportunities.

Chapter 630 The Contract Completed and Naslin's Final Effort

　"it's over!"

　As he watched the Shadow Fiend Lord and his demon army gradually disappear from the horizon, a deep, dark light flashed in Moros's eyes.

　He did not entertain the idea of ​​giving chase.

　On one hand, the necromancer did not want the succubus lord Naslin to take advantage of this battle to directly ascend to the 406th level of the Abyss as a demon lord.

　Therefore, he would never do this to help her clear obstacles in her path lightly.

　On the other hand, at this stage of the battle, Moros's magical reserves are actually in grave danger.

　As the previous epic battle, which affected the entire 406th layer of the Abyss, was nearing its end, the magical supplies he had brought to the Bottomless Abyss had been exhausted in a series of thrilling battles.

　Even though he managed to gather some more magical supplies, due to the lack of precious [Magic Well] water as a core ingredient, the necromancer's only mid-level [Potion Mastery] skills were simply insufficient to concoct magical potions comparable to those from the Magic Well.

　In this situation, he had no intention of getting involved in any unnecessary fighting.

　If the Shadow Fiend Lord chooses to attack, whether out of self-preservation or bound by the Demon Pact, Moros will fight with all his might.

　But now that the Shadow Fiend Lord has wisely chosen to retreat, pursuing him would be superfluous.

　Rather than investing their precious time and energy into it, the necromancer preferred to continue plundering the ruins of Isidore's demon city.

　This is the main city of a senior lesser demon lord at the demigod level. Even though the city has been reduced to ruins in the previous fierce battle, the remaining resources are still enough to tempt any demigod.

　Three days later.

　Everything that could be plundered was looted by the undead army.

　After leaving the city in ruins, Moros led his undead army, which still numbered over five million, on a journey back to his own territory.

　Prior to this, he had already conducted a remote magical communication with Naslin.

　After exchanging information, both were astonished to discover that the Shadow Demon Lord had not returned to the territory of the other lesser demon lord who was confronting Naslin, as expected.

　Sensing the unusual situation, the two demigod-level powerhouses almost simultaneously decided to send reconnaissance troops to the area where the Shadow Demon Lord might be heading.

　Given the sheer size of the Shadow Fiend Lord's demonic legion, it was impossible for them to escape the sight of reconnaissance forces.

　According to the reports from the dispatched reconnaissance troops, the necromancer and the succubus lord were surprised to learn that the Shadow Demon Lord was leading His demon army away from the abyss layer that was always bathed in the strange light of the purple moon.

　This news, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred up a tidal wave in the hearts of Moros and Naslin.

　As beings of demigod rank, whether necromancers or succubus lords, their wisdom is beyond question.

　They could certainly understand the deeper meaning behind the Shadow Fiend Lord's actions—

　He has given up the idea of ​​vying for the position of Demon Lord of the 406th Abyss Layer.

　Having grasped this, the two instantly realized that their alliance was about to come to an end.

　After all, if one only needs to face a lesser demon lord, there is no need for a necromancer to intervene; the succubus lord Naslin's own strength is more than enough to handle the situation.

　Since the foundation for cooperation no longer exists, then in Na

　In Celine's eyes, Morlos had quietly transformed from a former partner into a potential competitor.

　However, bound by the devil's contract they had previously signed, both of these demigods were well aware that they could not turn their weapons against each other until the contract was fully fulfilled.

　It was based on this understanding that when the succubus lord Naslin was required to pay the reward according to the provisions of the devil's contract, she did not personally step into the necromancer's territory as she had done initially.

　Clearly, she was wary, fearing that Moros would use this opportunity to keep her permanently in this land.

　The necromancer, of course, saw this clearly.

　However, he didn't take it to heart.

　In Moros's mind, as long as he could successfully obtain the extremely rare magical knowledge that Naslin had promised, he didn't care what kind of demon came to hand over this knowledge.

　The 406th level of the Abyss, the Necromancer's territory, a temporary spell workshop.

　The radiance of the abyss purple moon, like fine threads, fell upon the dome of the temporary spell workshop, intertwining with the vibrant magical light within, together creating a picture that was both strange and mysterious.

　Witnessing this scene, the demon-slaying messenger became even more respectful.

　As a descendant of the succubus queen Mechanshute, the succubus lord Naslin naturally commands a large number of succubi and demons.

　This time, in order to avoid the many uncertainties and risks that a direct meeting might bring, Naslin, after careful consideration, specially selected this Demon-Slaying Overlord, whose strength had reached the high-level legendary rank, as the envoy to ensure that the reward, which carried the agreement between the two parties, could be delivered to the necromancer smoothly and without any mishaps.

　“Your Majesty, I am the Demon Overlord under Lord Naslin, and also her personally chosen emissary…”

　Just as the demon was about to explain his identity and mission in detail, Moros interrupted him with a slight gesture of raising his hand.

　"I don't want to hear long-winded introductions; I just need a clear answer."

　Staring into the demon's eyes, the necromancer's tone exuded an undeniable authority.

　"Is what you brought this time the precious item that Lord Naslin promised to deliver to me?"

　"Yes."

　Having said that, the Demon Slayer slowly took out a dazzling magic crystal from the alluring ravine outlined by the towering, abundant fruit.

　“Very good, Lord Naslin is indeed true to her word. This knowledge of magic will be of great benefit to my research.”

　Taking the magic crystal that carried a faint fragrance, Moros waved his hand gently, indicating that the demon hunter could take his leave.

　Seeing this, the Demon Slayer bowed respectfully and then tactfully withdrew from the mysterious temporary magic workshop.

　Meanwhile, on the other side of the 406th level of the abyss, far away from the necromancer's territory, Naslin also learned through carefully prepared magical means that the magic crystal had been successfully delivered.

　"finally……"

　As she murmured, a faint smile appeared on the succubus lord's lips.

　She could clearly feel that as the magic crystal was successfully delivered, the subtle yet powerful bond between her and the necromancer, brought about by the devil's pact, began to gradually weaken.

　Based on the current rate at which the binding force is fading, it will only take about half a year for her to completely break free of the shackles of the contract and take the necessary actions against the necromancer according to her own will and plan.

　However, before resorting to force, Naslin still harbored the hope of resolving the conflict peacefully.

　There was no other way; the necromancer's previous record was truly terrifying, and she really didn't want to turn against him unless absolutely necessary.

Chapter 631 The Deal Between the Succubus Lord and the Necromancer

　Inside the palace of the succubus lord Naslin on the 406th Abyss Layer.

　The high-hanging crystal chandelier casts a soft and delicate light, which complements the ambiguous paintings flowing on the surrounding walls, together weaving a space that is both alluring and thought-provoking.

　In the center of the palace, a meticulously crafted, enormous magical communication crystal stands majestically.

　It is a magical artifact that Naslin specially commissioned her alchemists to create for this crucial long-distance magical communication with the necromancer. It is capable of capturing and displaying every subtle change in expression between the two parties using this magical crystal for long-distance communication.

　Dressed in a magnificent, shimmering silk gown, Naslin entered the heart of the palace with an elegant and composed gait.

　Although the gown itself was not designed to be revealing, it exuded an irresistible and powerful allure when worn on her graceful figure.

　Her near-perfect golden ratio figure, every curve of her body perfectly embodies the ultimate charm of the word "sexy".

　Naslin slowly reached out her hand, her gaze fixed on the communication crystal.

　As your fingertips gently touch the surface of the communication crystal, in that instant, the crystal seems to be infused with vibrant life, its surface rippling with delicate and profound waves, shimmering with a mysterious light.

　The next moment, a tall and slender figure wearing a brown cloak slowly emerged on the surface of the magic crystal—

　It was none other than the necromancer Moros.

　"Your Excellency Moros, I am Naslin."

　The succubus lord gently swung the heart-shaped arrow tail behind her, and with a hand of force that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, she quietly dragged over an exquisite chair.

　After gracefully taking her seat, she casually crossed one leg over the other, raising her right foot high to reveal her fair, jade-like instep and delicate, rounded toes.

　"Our agreement is about to reach a new turning point, and I hope to further explore our cooperation and future through this communication."

　Deep within the makeshift spell workshop, the necromancer stared expressionlessly at the alluring scene displayed on the communication crystal before him.

　"Lord Naslin, your news is always so timely. Tell me, did you come to see me this time with another new proposal?"

　“I know your thirst for knowledge is endless. I am willing to provide you with another batch of precious magical texts and experimental materials in exchange for a promise from you—that after obtaining this knowledge and these resources, you will leave the Abyss and explore other worlds.”

　Upon hearing this, Moros raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

　Clearly, he was very surprised by Naslin's suggestion.

　With his vast knowledge of demonology, he never expected that the succubus lord could so restrain her desires, rationally weigh the pros and cons, and exchange a deal for his escape from the abyss.

　"Lord Naslin, your suggestion has indeed surprised me greatly."

　Moros's voice came through the communication crystal, tinged with amusement and curiosity.

　"So, are you going to reject this offer?"

　Naslin's voice glided through the air like silk, carrying a hint of subtle provocation.

　"No, I mean..."

　Moros paused deliberately, seemingly enjoying the moment of tension.

　"We want a higher price!"

　When those three words came out of his mouth, the unwavering will contained within them startled Naslin.

　A hint of surprise flashed across her face at first, then her charming smile returned.

　"Of course, no problem, I think..."

　Naslin's words carried a hint of hesitation, but that hesitation vanished in an instant, replaced by an increasingly firm voice.

　To become the Demon Lord...

　Silently reciting in her mind, she began to rattle off the names of a series of magical items as if they were her own treasures.

　Those precious magical knowledge, each one like the most dazzling star in the night sky, are enough to drive any spellcaster who craves power mad and make them give up everything for it.

　"I need some time to prepare."

　After agreeing on the specifics of the magical knowledge, Moros made another request.

　Upon hearing this, the succubus lord frowned slightly.

　Her fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

　"No problem, but do you think six months is enough?"

　Naslin asked tentatively.

　Her beautiful eyes gleamed, trying to catch a glimpse of possible compromise in the other person's reaction.

　"Too little, it should take at least five years."

　Moros's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

　His outrageous demands made Naslin gasp in shock.

　"Too many, at most a year."

　Naslin's brows furrowed even more. Her refusal was unambiguous, her voice filled with unwavering resolve, as if she were defending her last line of defense.

　……

　The conversation between the two was like a battle without gunpowder, with each exchange filled with sparks of power and wisdom.

　In the end, both the necromancer and the succubus lord made a compromise.

　"Lord Naslin, I have received your sincerity. Two and a half years is a timeframe I can accept. But you must ensure that the spellbooks and experimental materials you provide are sufficient to satisfy my thirst for knowledge."

　"Rest assured, I will personally select the most precious books and materials to ensure that they will be enough for you to reap abundant rewards in the years to come."