Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　It was at this critical moment of life and death that the necromancer's demigod-level power was fully displayed.

　Even so, cracks began to appear on his body, scars left by the power of the World Bubble Reboot.

　However, Moros did not back down in the slightest.

　On the contrary, a more intense and determined flame burned in his eyes.

　He knew that all the sacrifices he was making were worthwhile.

　Faced with the cosmic wonder of this sea of ​​trees, he was willing to pay such a price, just for that moment of enlightenment, just for that instant of touching the essence of the universe.

　Finally, as the last ray of light streaked across the void and vanished into the endless darkness, the world bubble restarted, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

　Standing alone at the starting point of the new world, Moros, covered in wounds, had a bright and determined light shining in his eyes.

　That is the light of the victor, the light of the explorer, and even more so, the light of the endless pursuit of the mysteries of the universe.

　He succeeded. He not only witnessed this cosmic miracle firsthand, but also found the key to deeper cosmic mysteries on the brink of life and death.

Chapter 869 Wounded and Eden

　Only after those magnificent scenes he had witnessed were deeply etched into his memory did Moros have time to examine the pain he had endured.

　"hiss……"

　A sharp pain suddenly struck him, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth and try to gasp for air.

　Immediately, the necromancer realized that he was in a vast and boundless universe, where there was nothing at all, and even breathing was a luxury.

　So he could only endure his physical discomfort and barely manage to swing the [Underworld Staff] in his hand.

　However, this seemingly insignificant gesture became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

　The [Underworld Staff], already overwhelmed by the intense struggle against the World Bubble Reboot mechanism, finally reached its limit and completely collapsed.

　The destruction of the [Wand of the Underworld] directly caused the magical energy it had empowered to instantly go out of control.

　"Damn it!"

　He only had time to utter this helpless curse before Moros was engulfed by the ensuing violent explosion.

　After a while, as the explosion caused by the out-of-control magical energy gradually subsided, the dazzling light also gradually dissipated.

　At this moment, the necromancer, surrounded by a bright, visible magical aura, his lips twitched slightly as he endured unspeakable pain, his body covered in cracked wounds.

　He could clearly feel that the injuries he had sustained from fighting the restart of the world bubble had worsened at this moment.

　Despite Moros showing no remorse for his previous actions, and even believing that such an effort was insignificant compared to the rare opportunity to observe and experience the restart of the world bubble up close.

　However, it is undeniable that the injuries he suffered were extremely severe.

　Don't forget that long before the last civilization era ended with the Herrscher of the End, the necromancer had already transformed himself into the pinnacle of the vampire race in the Ashan world—the Vampire Lord—through the [Vampire Conversion Ritual].

　It was a powerful and extraordinary creature with [cellular-level immortality] (racial talent [blood regeneration]), whose tenacity was astonishing.

　Moreover, after embarking on the path of divine condensation, Moros's race was promoted from a vampire lord to an even more powerful divine being—a vampire lord.

　This promotion not only brought a significant increase in spell resistance, but more importantly, it also further enhanced his immortality.

　Although it has not yet reached the level of "molecular-level immortality", it can be said to be not far off.

　Such a degree of immortality is enough for Moros to ignore the vast majority of damage.

　Unfortunately, this [cellular-level immortality] is far from sufficient in the face of the world bubble's restart.

　If the necromancer hadn't possessed such powerful spellcasting abilities that he was tightly enveloped by layers of magic protection, this reboot that swept across the entire world bubble would have completely erased him, instead of leaving him merely severely injured as he is now.

　As is well known, creatures with extraordinary strength and powerful immortality are usually difficult to harm from ordinary injuries, and even if they are occasionally injured, they can quickly heal themselves with their own regenerative abilities.

　However, once they suffer severe injuries that are difficult to heal themselves, the complexity and challenge of their treatment are undoubtedly many times greater than those of creatures that lack sufficient immortality.

　This is not difficult to understand.

　For creatures with weak immortality, they often cannot escape a potentially fatal attack and ultimately meet their demise.

　What they need is a miracle of resurrection, not a spell of healing.

　Those beings with formidable immortality are entirely different.

　Their formidable immortality sustains their life force, allowing them to struggle tenaciously to survive even in dire circumstances.

　However, this formidable immortality also presents great challenges to treatment.

　At least for now, the magical potions and artifacts stored in the storage ring on his finger can only temporarily stabilize his injuries, and cannot achieve a true cure.

　Besides, Moros wasn't in a hurry to heal his injuries.

　With the keen perception granted by his four life levels, and the corresponding enhancements provided by the constant auxiliary spells on his body, the necromancer was able to clearly perceive that the crack-like wounds were imbued with some special energy left over from his fight against the world bubble restart.

　He had never seen or understood these energies before.

　Therefore, Moros was unwilling to hastily heal his injuries before fully extracting these special energies.

　He knew very well that this energy might hide some unknown secret, and might bring him some unexpected gains.

　Therefore, the necromancer made a decision to first return to that demiplane with its extremely special dimensional barrier and absolute safety, to properly treat his injuries and try to extract these special energies.

　Once everything was in order, he would then check how the world had changed after undergoing a reboot.

　Under the glow of the azure magical light of the interdimensional teleportation array, Moros's figure underwent a strange twist before landing steadily in the spacious and ancient teleportation hall of the [Level 5 Magic Guild].

　As soon as he regained his footing, his body swayed slightly.

　Clearly, the severity of his injuries has made it extremely difficult for him to even stand.

　But at that moment, a beautiful figure approached him.

　It's Eden.

　At this moment, she was wearing a magnificent long dress, the dark gold and deep red skirt swaying gently with her steps.

　Her face still retained its nobility and beauty, but her golden eyes were now filled with deep worry and anxiety.

　"Moros!"

　Eden's voice trembled slightly, a tremor he could hardly conceal.

　She practically ran to Moros's side, her hands instinctively reaching out to support him, but hesitated for fear of touching his wounds.

　Forcing a smile, the necromancer reached out and gently stroked Eden's smooth, fair cheek.

　"Eden, don't worry, I'm fine."

　Hearing his lover's soft yet slightly weak words, Eden's tears flowed instantly.

　As the most outstanding, even great, artist of the previous civilization, Eden saw through Moros's current strength at a glance.

　The crack-like wounds covering his entire body, and the slight tremor in his words that she tried to hide but still caught, were more real and glaring to her than any words.

　"You're always like this, relentlessly pursuing improvement in your abilities..."

　Eden's tone was reproachful, but even more so, it conveyed heartache and helplessness.

　Shaking his head, Moros reached out again, wanting to grasp Eden's hand.

　“Eden, you have no idea what a magnificent sight I witnessed this time… I touched upon the essence of the universe, the secrets hidden deep within the Tree Sea system…”

Chapter 870 The Singer's Love and Healing (Before)

　Looking into Moros's eyes, which sparkled with longing, Eden's gaze became increasingly complex and profound.

　The singer was filled with complex emotions, including deep worry and heartache for her lover, as well as understanding and support for his relentless pursuit.

　She knew that for her beloved partner, exploring the infinite mysteries of the Tree Sea system and pursuing higher realms of power was the only way for him to transcend his current limitations and climb to the next peak of power.

　At the same time, Eden also clearly realized that Moros's deep desire for power stemmed not only from his persistent pursuit of a leap in his personal life, but also from his desire to defend the warmth and peace that he and the others had built together, and to ensure that in this cruel and indifferent universe, they could join hands and protect this hard-won happy time.

　As the embodiment of art from a pre-civilization, Eden deeply understands how precious and crucial power is in this universe full of unknowns and dangers.

　It is not only a guarantee of survival, but also a solid support for love and hope.

　So she slowly extended her warm and delicate hand and gently covered Moros's palm.

　These hands, encased in short brown lace gloves, possess boundless strength and courage, providing him with the strongest support.

　"I know, I know everything."

　She spoke softly but firmly.

　"But Moros, you must remember that you are not alone. You have me, you have Ellie, and you have our warm family. We will always be your strongest support and your warmest harbor."

　With Eden's gentle support, Moros entered a lounge deep within the Magic Guild.

　The lounge is decorated in a simple yet elegant style, with several paintings depicting the grandeur of the Battle of the Shadow of Death hanging on the walls, and a faint scent of lavender filling the air.

　Soft light streamed through the crystal chandelier, casting a warm glow over the entire space.

　Eden gently helped his beloved to sit down, making sure he was comfortably leaning against the soft sofa before letting go.

　Sensing the deep worry that Eden couldn't hide in her bright, golden eyes, Moros cast a grateful and tender glance back at her.

　Then, he turned his head and his gaze fell on the two skeleton waiters who were standing quietly in the corner of the lounge.

　The two waiters, dressed in black robes and wearing exquisite masks, stood with near-perfect etiquette, trying their best to remain inconspicuous in the lounge.

　"Give me three demigod-level [Storage Magic Beads], as well as all magical artifacts with healing effects that can restore injuries."

　Upon receiving the necromancer's order, the two skeleton servants immediately bowed respectfully, expressing their obedience and reverence with an ancient and solemn gesture.

　Then, they turned around and disappeared silently behind the heavy, solid wood door of the lounge, which was covered with magical runes.

　In the brief moment of tranquility after the skeleton attendant's departure, the atmosphere between Moros and Eden became exceptionally warm and profound.

　Gently stroking Eden's hand, which was encased in a lace glove, Moros's eyes shone with a light that was both as firm as a rock and as gentle as water.

　He leaned slightly closer to Eden's ear and spoke in a soft voice that only she could hear.

　"Eden, my love, I see your worries. But please believe me, no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, I will continue on with your love and support."

　Upon hearing this, Eden's eyes reddened slightly, but at that moment they also shone with an even brighter light.

　She gently withdrew her hand, her fingertips lightly gliding across Moros's face, as if trying to soothe all his weariness and worries.

　"Moros, you are the brightest star in my heart. Your courage and determination are my eternal pride. I know that every exploration and battle you have fought is for our shared future. So go, bravely pursue your ideals and beliefs. I will be here, using my songs to weave the warmest home for you."

　The two smiled at each other, a smile that contained so many emotions that needed no words to be understood—unwavering trust between them, deep and passionate love, and boundless hope and expectation for the future.

　Eden grasped Moros's hand tightly once more, this time as if she wanted to pass on all her strength, courage, and faith to him without reservation.

　"Remember, no matter when or where, as long as you turn around, I will be here waiting for you."

　Just then, the heavy solid wood door of the lounge slowly opened again, and the two skeleton waiters reappeared before them.

　Each of them held an exquisite tray, on which were neatly arranged three [Magic Storage Beads] emitting a faint blue light, as well as several magical artifacts of various shapes radiating rich magical aura.

　With the necromancer's demigod-level alchemy, he could certainly create more than just a few magical artifacts for healing.

　However, among the dazzling array of magical artifacts, those truly suitable for healing demigod-level powerhouses are far fewer in number.

　Moreover, among those magical artifacts capable of healing demigods, those that can guarantee no side effects...

　And those that can also demonstrate outstanding therapeutic effects are even fewer.

　Moros never deliberately avoided mentioning Eden in his instructions to the skeleton servants.

　Therefore, Miss Singer was naturally able to easily discern the purpose of the items on the tray in the skeleton waiter's hands, thanks to her keen observation and delicate emotions.

　So, after tenderly lowering her head and gently touching Moros's forehead, which was covered with cracked scars, with her soft lips, Eden slowly stood up with a gentle and elegant demeanor, deliberately avoiding the two skeleton servants and leaving Moros a relatively private space.

　However, to Eden's surprise, the necromancer did not immediately use the magical artifacts brought by the two skeleton servants for healing his injuries.

　Instead, he closed his eyes and began chanting a mysterious and profound incantation.

　"This is……"

　Under Eden's gaze, as the spell incantation was chanted, pure white light began to emanate from the crack-like wounds.

　These points of light gathered leisurely in the air, as if drawn by some invisible force, and finally condensed into a soft and pure light that tightly surrounded Moros.

　When the necromancer reopened his eyes, he stretched out his palm, and the gathered white light obediently fell into his palm like a docile child.

　Immediately afterwards, he took out a blank Magic Storage Bead from the Storage Ring he wore on his finger, and skillfully adjusted several runes on it.

　Then, he carefully poured the white light, which was formed by countless points of light, into the [Magic Storage Orb].

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Chapter 871 Healing and Experiment