Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　With this practical and feasible implementation plan in hand, the necromancer naturally had no hesitation or doubt.

　He immediately began to carefully select high-quality targets suitable for conversion into demiplanes from the thousands of world bubbles he had already firmly established his control over.

　Thanks to the precious world bubble coordinates that So revealed to him, over the decades, the Death Fleet and the Undead Legion have frequently launched attacks, incorporating the most essential and valuable parts of these world bubbles into Moros's vast territory.

　Including the other world bubbles that have been conquered one after another, the number of world bubbles ruled by the necromancer has now successfully exceeded an astonishing one thousand.

　Such a vast and abundant world bubble resource naturally gives Moros a great deal of choice and leeway when selecting suitable conversion targets.

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　In a world bubble that was conquered twenty years ago by the Death Fleet and the Undead Legion, there is Sky City.

　This once magnificent and prosperous modern metropolis now lies quietly in the embrace of ruins.

　It was once the heart of this world bubble, pulsating with prosperity and flourishing, injecting a continuous stream of vitality into Moros's vast financial system every year.

　However, at this moment, Sky City seemed to have been forgotten by time, with only the blood-soaked land and the lingering smell of rust in the air silently telling the story of the past tragedy and despair.

　Clad in a brown "Shadow of Death Cloak," the necromancer stood proudly atop a skyscraper on the edge of the city's central square.

　Under his silent gaze, groups of undead soldiers moved like ghosts among the ruins.

　They methodically transported the corpses from every corner of the city.

　These once vibrant lives have now become the cornerstones for building the altar.

　In fact, in order to maximize the altar's effectiveness, Moros issued an extremely ruthless order.

　This order was like a death sentence, plunging the entire world into fear and despair.

　Under his command, the undead legion wielded its blades mercilessly, and no living creature within the entire world bubble, whether human, beast, or other, escaped its wrath.

　Their lives were stripped away like weeds, becoming the construction materials for this altar, paving a path to success for Moros's plan.

Chapter 920 The Altar is Completed

　On the devastated ruins of Sky City, Moros personally oversaw the construction of the altar.

　This altar was unlike any other magical ritual altar he had ever built before; it bore the noble mission of transforming this world bubble into a demiplane.

　It is conceivable that the design and construction of the altar must have reached an unimaginable level of complexity and intricacy to achieve such an astonishing function.

　However, this is precisely his unique advantage as a necromancer.

　With the aid of a mental link with his undead units, Moros can control each undead unit with perfect precision, down to their smallest movements.

　He wouldn't normally resort to such methods.

　After all, the amount of effort required behind this is simply indescribable.

　Compared to the combat power boost that such precise control could bring, such a huge mental exertion is clearly not worthwhile.

　But now, things are different.

　Since this altar is crucial to his success or failure on his path to godhood, the necromancer is naturally willing to devote all his efforts to ensuring its successful construction and helping him realize his dream of becoming a supreme deity.

　Under Moros's precise control, the undead soldiers proceeded with the construction of the altar in an orderly manner.

　The plague zombies abandoned the sharp knives they once used to cut fresh flesh, and instead used their cold, stiff fingers to dig through the ruins, clearing away the broken stones one by one to make room for the altar's base.

　The skeleton archers also put down their skeletal arrows that had recently claimed countless lives, and instead carefully placed the corpses on the clearing ground cleared by the plague zombies.

　The placement of these corpses was by no means random, but strictly in accordance with the positions specified by Moros, with every detail revealing unquestionable precision and rigor.

　It's worth mentioning that after completing their task, these skeleton archers didn't rush to leave. Instead, under the control of the necromancer, they quietly lay down next to the corpses they had placed themselves.

　Yes, these skeleton archers are also an integral part of the altar's structure.

　And they, along with the plague zombies, will all contribute to the construction of the altar in this way.

　It's important to understand that the corpses of ordinary people, no matter how numerous, are far from sufficient to transform the entire massive world bubble.

　The remains of the extraordinary being are the crucial element in this magical ritual used to construct the altar.

　Skeleton archers and plague zombies, as undead units, naturally belong to the ranks of the superhumans.

　Although their strength is rather weak compared to other superhumans of the same level, they are the perfect choice as building materials for altars.

　Once the skeleton archers and plague zombies were all safely in place, a million units of great liches began chanting incantations in unison.

　Under Moros's personal command, they will use the power of combined spells to completely transform the meticulously arranged corpses and undead into part of the altar.

　As the deep, rhythmic chants of the high liches echoed over the ruins, surging magical power began to surge wildly in the sky.

　These forces, like invisible giant waves, carried boundless majesty and a chilling, eerie atmosphere, tightly enveloping the entire ruins and creating a repressive and mysterious ambiance.

　Under Moros's control, these magical powers began to resonate with the meticulously arranged corpses and undead.

　The skeleton archers and plague zombies that had been lying there quietly began to undergo subtle changes under the influence of the magic.

　Their bones began to emit a faint glow, as if activated by some mysterious force.

　At the same time, the corpses placed on the open ground began to change.

　The skin, which had been withered and decayed from the loss of life, began to become firm and elastic under the influence of the magic, as if it had been re-injected with some strange life force.

　However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that this is not a genuine resurgence of life, but rather a false life force driven by magical power.

　Under the catalysis and guidance of magic, these corpses and the undead began to merge with each other.

　Their bones, muscles, and even clothing were tightly intertwined, gradually forming a magnificent yet eerie altar of bones.

　On this enormous altar, skulls were meticulously stacked and arranged in a neat and uniform manner, like bricks on an ancient city wall, layer upon layer, supporting each other to form a well-organized, magnificent trapezoidal pyramid structure.

　At the very top of the altar, a massive skull was held aloft by an invisible magical hand.

　The skull emitted a faint green light, as if it possessed its own consciousness, silently gazing at everything below with its empty eye sockets.

　As the altar took full shape, the surrounding air became even heavier and more oppressive.

　This is the unique atmosphere created by the gathering of a massive amount of magic in this area.

　Standing beside the altar, Moros wore a satisfied smile.

　He lightly waved the [Netherworld Staff] in his hand, bringing this grand joint spellcasting to a perfect close.

　When the altar of bones was completely completed, the necromancer did not hesitate or delay for a moment.

　He immediately opened an interdimensional portal to that extremely special demiplane, and orderly transported the one million great liches who had just completed a complex magical ritual under his skillful control into it.

　That distant demiplane.

　Moreover, as soon as the last great lich disappeared into the eerie light of the interdimensional portal, a massive number of great liches in perfect condition surged out from the other side of the portal like a tidal wave.

　The previous magical ritual had exhausted the magic power of the high liches who participated in the joint spellcasting. In order to ensure that the next ritual could proceed smoothly, Moros naturally needed to replace them with a group of high liches with full magic power.

　Just as the great liches, who had just emerged leisurely from the massive interdimensional portal, were quickly heading to their respective spellcasting positions to prepare for their new missions, the necromancer also took out a magic storage orb containing a huge amount of magic power from his shimmering storage ring.

　In the grand magical ritual that just concluded, Moros also consumed a large amount of magic power.

　To prevent the upcoming magical ritual from failing due to a lack of magic power, he naturally needed to replenish his magic power in time.

　This [Magic Storage Bead] was an insurance he had prepared in advance so that he could quickly restore his magic power at this time.

　Feeling the magic power rapidly recovering within his body, a satisfied glint flashed in the necromancer's eyes.

　He knew it was time to move on to the next step of the plan.