Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Although they did not have high hopes for the success of this raid, the generals in the joint command, out of their professional ethics as soldiers, still did their best to arrange this cruise missile raid.

　The coalition forces, which have the support of all the powerful nations on this planet, are incredibly wealthy and powerful.

　Even though it was just a hopeless raid, the coalition forces deployed more than 5000 cruise missiles.

　To avoid being wiped out by a single spell like the advance air force, the generals at the joint command meticulously planned the flight paths of the cruise missiles, dividing them into five groups.

　These five groups of cruise missiles, enhanced with Honkai energy, will attack Mo from different directions.

　The presence of Los, with each group containing over 1000 missiles, is sufficient to ensure the effectiveness of the attack.

　These cruise missiles, while ensuring their own safety, maintain as close formation as possible to reduce their target area and lower the risk of being shot down.

　In reality, missile salvos are planned with specific flight paths and intervals between missiles to ensure safety in case of damage. Unlike some anime, where dozens of missiles fly in, the protagonist hits one, and the rest explode.

　However, against a legendary spellcaster, even one of the weaker legendary spellcasters, this level of firepower is practically meaningless.

　In Moros's hands, the modified level 3 destructive magic [Chain Lightning] was transformed into an unparalleled lightning storm.

　Amidst the crackling and dancing of silvery lightning, the dense swarm of projectiles that had surged in like a bee transformed into dazzling fireworks, blooming in the sky.

　With the help of both radar and satellites, the joint command received news of the failed cruise missile attack immediately.

　"Alright, we have to admit that necromancers still retain a considerable amount of power."

　After making this remark, the general, dressed in the uniform of the only superpower in North America, decisively ordered the coalition air force to launch an attack.

　After a series of fierce battles with the Herrscher of the Void, the air force of the Mu Continent suffered heavy losses.

　Therefore, the United States, which once possessed the second most powerful air force on the planet, has now naturally assumed the heavy responsibility of being the commander-in-chief of the coalition air force.

　This is not merely the bestowal of power, but also a weighty responsibility.

　Since one of their own has taken on the role of Air Force Commander-in-Chief, the US must mobilize sufficient air power to compensate for the losses in the coalition air force and inject new vitality into it.

　Under the command of the air force commander, who hailed from the only superpower in North America, the massive air force of the Allied Forces hurtled towards Morros and the undead legion's air units like an arrow released from a bow.

　On this day, the skies over the continent of Mu once again witnessed the birth of a massive and awe-inspiring aerial fleet.

　Unfortunately, history seems to always repeat the same tragedies.

　Even though the joint command's air force commanders racked their brains, meticulously planned flight routes for the air fleet, and did everything possible to provide support and protection for the frontline pilots.

　This air fleet, with the North American Air Force as its core force, could not escape destruction when faced with the terrifying lightning storm transformed from "Chain Lightning".

　As streaks of lightning ripped through the sky, this newly formed aerial fleet was reduced to exploding fireballs within mere seconds.

　The so-called safe flight path and the meticulously planned tactical deception appeared so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power, like a joke.

　What these valuable Honkai energy-enhanced fighters were exchanged for was nothing more than Moros drinking from the Water Element Magic Bottle filled with the water of the Magic Well once again.

　"My air fleet! Gone just like that? Gone just like that!..."

　The voice of the Air Force Commander-in-Chief was filled with despair and madness due to the enormous losses.

　The atmosphere inside the joint command center was unusually heavy.

　Having witnessed the destruction of yet another air fleet, the atmosphere in the joint command became unusually heavy.

　Although the generals had anticipated the difficulty of the war when they first planned it, which aimed to completely annihilate the necromancers, they have only now truly felt the terrifying and powerful strength of Moros as the war has progressed.

　This war was far more difficult and brutal than they had even the most pessimistic expectations.

　This is a nightmare!

　This thought crossed the minds of more than one general.

　Even so, under the immense pressure of those in power at the top of the pyramid of human society, the generals could only grit their teeth and grit their teeth to continue pushing forward this seemingly hopeless war.

Chapter 130 The Last Judgment

　Relying on the crisscrossing railway network of the Mu Continent, the Allied Forces' heavy armored forces quickly arrived at a second-tier city only 120 kilometers away from the main force of the Undead Legion.

　This is already the front line of the war. If troops continue to move by rail, the risks involved are something no commander can ignore.

　Especially against a clearly formidable opponent like a necromancer, continuing to transport troops by rail is practically handing them victory.

　Therefore, from this point onward, the coalition's heavy armored forces would need to leave the railway and rely on their own strength to complete the rest of the journey.

　Lieutenant General Qian, the commander-in-chief of the coalition's heavy armored forces, had no objection to this.

　Ever since learning of the destruction of the air fleet, this lieutenant general, who had graduated from military academy with outstanding grades, knew that every decision he made from now on needed to be made with utmost care.

　Faced with a necromancer who wields extremely dangerous power, Lieutenant General Qian would never allow his troops to risk being wiped out by a single spell while traveling by military train.

　What's going on with the Air Force?

　explain?"

　Standing outside the command vehicle, Lieutenant General Qian watched as the Honkai Energy-enhanced main battle tanks rolled off the military train in an orderly fashion, and asked his adjutant a question.

　"General, the joint command has indicated that they will do their best to provide us with air support and provide a protective umbrella over our heads."

　After hesitating for a moment, the adjutant added somewhat uncertainly.

　"But judging from their tone, the reliability of this protective umbrella might be somewhat..."

　The adjutant didn't finish his sentence, but Lieutenant General Qian already understood what he meant.

　Clearly, the coalition's air protection was not entirely reliable.

　"Damn it, I knew those guys on the other side of the Pacific couldn't be trusted..."

　After listening to his adjutant's report, Lieutenant General Qian couldn't help but curse, but apart from venting his emotions, he was helpless.

　The fact that the powerful nation on the North American continent was able to rebuild an air force that could barely cover the ground forces in such a short time after the destruction of its air fleet was a huge test.

　Expecting them to take on more responsibility doesn't seem realistic.

　Taking a deep breath, Lieutenant General Qian tried his best to suppress his anger and dissatisfaction.

　He understood that complaining and blaming at this moment would only increase his troubles and would not change anything.

　Importantly, he must rely on himself and his troops to face the upcoming battle together.

　According to information transmitted back by satellite reconnaissance, the enemy's main force is not advancing very fast...

　Just as Lieutenant General Qian was calculating the latest enemy and friendly situation in his mind, a strange feeling of heat washed over him.

　"What's going on? Has the temperature gone up? What's the weather bureau doing...?"

　He muttered to himself in confusion, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the sky.

　However, the moment he looked up, the expression on the face of this high-ranking armored commander suddenly changed.

　The sky, which should have been a clear, blue expanse, was now undergoing an astonishing transformation.

　As time moved forward, just as a military train loaded with heavily armored troops entered this second-tier city, a necromancer riding a ghost dragon also flew to the outskirts of the city.

　As a legendary necromancer, it was very easy for Moros to hide his whereabouts from ordinary people when he wanted to conceal his presence.

　By simply leaving an illusion among the undead army using the [Illusion Legion] to mislead the watchers who were certain to be watching, Moros easily arrived in the city.

　As for how he accurately located the main force of the Allied Heavy Armored Forces, that's a question for the vengeful spirits scattered throughout the cities of Mu Continent by the necromancer.

　These vengeful spirits were not only the coordinates that Moros used to open the demiplane portal, but also his eyes and ears.

　Given the size of the coalition's heavy armored forces, their arrival could not be concealed under any circumstances.

　After discovering these steel behemoths, the vengeful spirits remaining in this second-tier city reported their findings to the necromancer through a mental link.

　Then, having received the confirmation, Moros rode the Ghost Dragon to the city.

　Standing atop the dragon's head, he gazed at the bustling city in the distance, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

　"What a prosperous city it was, but it's about to be reduced to ruins."

　Moros was fully aware of the terrifying power of the fifth-level destructive magic he was about to unleash—Doomsday Judgment.

　Once this blow lands, the city will instantly become a living hell, and countless lives will perish as a result.

　But in order to annihilate the Allied forces' heavy armored units, Moros will not hesitate or show any mercy.

　After all, this was his best chance to annihilate this powerful heavily armored force.

　Once the coalition's heavy armored forces leave the city, they will inevitably advance in combat formation.

　This will undoubtedly increase the difficulty for necromancers to annihilate them.

　Therefore, for his own benefit, Moros will not allow them to leave the city alive.

　Having made up his mind, Moros naturally wouldn't delay any longer.

　Under the cover of illusions meticulously crafted by the [Illusion Legion], the necromancer began to slowly chant ancient and mysterious incantations in a language no one in this plane could understand—the hellish language of the Ashan world.

　As the terrifying incantation "Armageddon" was gradually unleashed, a dazzling red light quietly emerged from the tip of his staff.

　The red light grew even more dazzling amidst Moros's chanting, and the sphere of light floating at the tip of the staff continued to expand, like a volcano about to erupt, containing the energy to destroy everything.

　Ten minutes passed before the dazzling red light began to shrink, eventually condensing into a ball of light about the same size as a fireball released by a normal fireball spell.

　If one hadn't witnessed the astonishing red light earlier, and seen Moros standing there now, drenched in sweat and looking exhausted, who would have imagined that the seemingly ordinary fireball in his hand was actually the fifth-level destructive magic—Doomsday Judgment—before it was unleashed?

　"Jie Jie Jie..."

　Staring at the "little fireball" in his hand, Moros let out a hearty laugh.

　At this moment, he was filled with pride and confidence.

　He knew that the city would soon be reduced to ashes in the flames of the Last Judgment, and that none of the Allied heavy armored forces would be spared.

　If it weren't for the second Honkai Impact that ended earlier, which gave him another level up, the experience gained from the previous spellcasting would have been enough for him to level up.

　However, this was not a big problem for Moros.

　He believed that when this "small fireball" containing the power of doomsday judgment crashed into the city, the last bit of experience points would be filled.

　Thinking about the upcoming new level 28, Moros was filled with anticipation and joy.

Chapter 131 A Glimpse into the Human World Under the Final Judgment

　While the joy in his heart was indescribable, Moros knew that he still needed to continue carefully after completing more than half of the magic.

　He stood quietly atop the dragon's head, his gaze unwavering, and began to slowly gather the surrounding free magic.

　As time passed, the magic gradually gathered, and when it finally accumulated to the critical point where it was enough to unleash the Doomsday Judgment, Moros roared.

　"Go!"

　With that command, a fireball shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and tearing a dazzling crack in the sky.

　However, unleashing such powerful legendary magic also came at a heavy price.

　The moment the fireball ascended into the air, Moros's face turned ashen, his magical reserves were instantly depleted, and his body felt weaker than ever before.

　This is because he withdrew too much magic power at once, causing his body to be almost unable to withstand such consumption.

　To replenish his magic, Moros didn't hesitate to take out the [Water Elemental Bottle] he had prepared beforehand from his storage bag and drink it all in one gulp.

　As the water from the [Magic Well] flowed in, he could feel his magic power rapidly recovering, and the unease in his heart subsided somewhat.

　Moros knew very well that with the release of the Last Judgment, the war had reached its most critical turning point.

　Having witnessed the glory and power of the Last Judgment, only two choices remain for the rulers of this planet.

　They can either escalate their efforts and fight Moros to the bitter end, as if it were a full-scale nuclear war.

　They could either back down, acknowledge the necromancer's victory, and annex Australia to his sphere of influence according to the secret agreement.

　Although Morros secretly preferred the latter, he had to prepare according to the possibility of the former.

　Prepare for the worst, strive for the best.

　This is an ironclad rule that applies in any world, and it is also the survival rule that Moros must follow if he wants to reach the top in this cruel world.

　Just as Moros drank the water from the Magic Well and restored his magic, Lieutenant General Qian also realized what was happening.

　The anomaly in the sky was the prelude to a magical attack unleashed by a necromancer!

　With the terrifying images captured by the military satellites replaying in his mind, Lieutenant General Qian felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't imagine whether his troops could survive the necromancer's terrifying magic.

　"Retreat! Evacuate immediately!"

　Lieutenant General Qian rushed into the command vehicle at top speed and issued his last military order.

　The soldiers, already panicked by the strange changes in the sky, were now like startled birds, and began to flee in disarray.

　"Step aside!"