Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The pool exuded a pungent, rancid stench and possessed highly corrosive properties.

The moment the Skeletal Berserk Warrior stepped in, it began taking continuous damage. Through the skeleton’s senses, Lin Moyu caught a fleeting glimpse of the monster lurking beneath the surface.

The creature resembled an octopus, with eight tentacles and a slender body. Each tentacle ended in forked tips resembling beast claws with sharp nails.

At the same time, the tentacles were lined with rows of powerful suction cups, gripping the Skeletal Berserk Warrior with unyielding force.

Lin Moyu could only gather vague details; the skeleton’s perspective was limited, far less clear than his own eyes.

The Skeletal Berserk Warrior retaliated swiftly. Its axe flared a crimson glow as it slashed at a tentacle.

Boom!

A massive column of water erupted, soaring dozens of meters into the air before crashing back down like rain.

Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao had already retreated to a safe distance when the water column erupted, to get away from the rancid spray.

With its glowing axe, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior severed the tentacle cleanly, as if slicing through tofu. It immediately turned its assault toward the monster’s main body.

At the pool’s edge, the Skeletal Great Mages locked onto the monster’s position through the Skeletal Berserk Warrior’s vision. Radiant energy gathered in their hands before they unleashed a relentless barrage of spells into the water.

Elemental blasts detonated in quick succession and thunderous booms echoed, and the pool’s contents erupted skyward, rancid water raining down in a toxic deluge.

In mere moments, the small pool was emptied, and the monster within was obliterated.

Dragging the creature’s severed head, the Skeletal Berserk Warrior leapt back to dry ground. From a distance, Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell.

[Putrid Octopus]

[Level: 60]

The Detection spell still only revealed the monster’s name and level. They had indeed entered the level 60 area.

Judging by the damage inflicted on the Skeletal Berserk Warrior, the monster’s strength aligned with other level 60 creatures Lin Moyu had encountered. The key distinction was its attacks carried a potent Putrid Corpse Poison—a term he had learned from Dongfang Yao.

With each strike, the Putrid Corpse Poison accumulated, and after suffering many attacks, the buildup became quite astonishing. Furthermore, the poison caused continuous damage that lingered for an exceptionally long period.

Lin Moyu had once tested its effects by allowing a Skeletal Berserk Warrior to be bitten by a level 30 low-level Putrid Corpse. Even ten days later, the poison stubbornly persisted.

This persistence astounded him. According to Dongfang Yao, the poison would remain indefinitely unless dispelled.

Its traits of accumulation and persistence made Putrid Corpse Poison a truly fearsome weapon.

Fortunately, the Lich Generals’ skill could neutralize the poison. Without it, Lin Moyu would have been forced to abandon poisoned skeletons and summon replacements.

Ahead lay an expanse of thousands of pools, nearly all harboring Putrid Octopuses. Traversing this region would mean enduring relentless attacks.

Lin Moyu was not one to remain passive.

He summoned hundreds of Skeletal Great Mages, who immediately began unleashing Elemental Explosion. Their spells tore through the pools, exposing the lurking Putrid Octopuses.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors, already on standby, charged forward with their glowing axes, quickly reducing the creatures to minced flesh.

Although the Putrid Octopuses wouldn’t truly die, but they wouldn’t be able to regenerate anytime soon either.

The skeletons moved efficiently, clearing a path through the area.

Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao advanced behind the skeletons, progressing steadily. After half a day of relentless combat, they finally left the pool zone.

The sky brightened as lightning streaked across it in brilliant flashes. Another storm loomed ahead.

Dongfang Yao glanced at Lin Moyu with a teasing smile, “Looks like you can go get struck by lightning again.”

Lin Moyu’s gaze settled on the storm. In the level 60 area, the storms were clearly far more intense than before. Beneath the tempest, a large gathering of monsters—over a hundred strong—gathered.

A massive bolt of lightning split the sky and struck one of the monsters directly.

Boom!

The creature exploded instantly, unleashing terrifying lightning that scattered before being absorbed by the surrounding monsters.

As the disintegrated monster began regenerating, its aura surged, stronger and more menacing than before.

Thunder followed, a deafening roar that shook the ground.

Dongfang Yao shuddered, muttering, “This lightning is far stronger than anything we’ve seen so far.”

Lin Moyu nodded in agreement.

He had realized that the monsters had clustered together to distribute the burden of the lightning among themselves.

The Genesis Lightning, though capable of evolving them, also caused immense damage. If a creature couldn’t endure its force, it would be blown apart, needing considerable time to fully regenerate. Lin Moyu had witnessed similar scenes earlier on their journey.

He remarked, looking pensive, “It’s surprising… these creatures have learned how to distribute the damage among themselves.”

He couldn’t help but wonder: had they developed a rudimentary intelligence, or was this behavior purely instinctual?

The group of Putrid Corpse monsters was a curious mix of humans, Demons, and Dragonkind. The three races, who fought bitterly outside, coexisted here in eerie harmony.

In the Putrid Corpse Land, all rivalries seemed to vanish. These beings were no longer individuals of their respective races; they were united as Putrid Corpses.

Together, they shared and absorbed the Genesis Lightning, each benefiting from its power and growing stronger.

Then, in unison, they turned their piercing gazes toward Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao.

To the Putrid Corpses, the aura of living beings was like a blazing sun, impossible to ignore.

Without hesitation, the group of over 100 Putrid Corpses charged at them.

Along their journey, the corpses Lin Moyu and Dongfang Yao had encountered were fairly scattered—occasionally meeting three or four banded together. This, however, was an entirely different scale.

It was the first time they faced a coordinated assault of this magnitude. Each of the charging Putrid Corpses was over level 60.

Similar to the three races, once they surpassed level 60, the attributes of Putrid Corpses would experience a significant boost.

Before his second class awakening, Lin Moyu would have turned and fled without a second thought.

But now…

In the blink of an eye, the Putrid Corpses closed the distance of over a thousand meters.

Lin Moyu was ready. At the forefront, 500 Skeletal Berserk Warriors formed a solid line, followed by 500 Skeletal Great Mages. At the very rear, two Lich Generals stood watch.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors swung their axes with precision, completely halting the charging corpses. Not a single one managed to break through.

In this moment, the Skeletal Berserk Warriors took on the role of Knights. Though they lacked shields, they used their own bodies as barriers, absorbing blows with unflinching resolve.

From behind their sturdy line, the Skeletal Great Mages unleashed a relentless barrage. Explosions filled the air, shaking the battlefield.

However, these Putrid Corpses were far more formidable than the Putrid Octopuses. The Skeletal Great Mages couldn’t eliminate them instantly.

[High-level Putrid Corpse]

[Level: 61]

[High-level Putrid Demon]

[Level: 62]

[High-level Putrid Dragonblood Lizard]

[Level: 61]

Lin Moyu cast the Detection spell three times in quick succession, each targeting a different type of Putrid Corpse.

The results confirmed what he suspected—these were remnants of the ancient war, hailing from different races.

The Putrid Corpses were of human origin, while the Putrid Demons belonged to the Abyssal Demons. But what puzzled Lin Moyu were the creatures resembling Dragonkind.

“Why is this?” A flicker of surprise crossed his face.

These Dragonkind-type Putrid Corpses had turned into Dragonblood Lizards. While Dragonkind did share some physical traits with lizards, they were vastly different entities.

Dongfang Yao noticed his reaction, asking curiously, “What’s wrong?”.

“Use the Detection spell on the Dragonkind-type Putrid Corpses.” Lin Moyu said in reply.

Dongfang Yao complied, and moments later, she too wore a look of astonishment, “Why are they classified as Dragonblood Lizards?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, deep in thought.

They had encountered Dragonkind-type Putrid Corpses before, but those had been lower-level creatures. Back then, the Skeletal Great Mages had obliterated them so quickly that Lin Moyu didn’t have the chance to use the Detection spell on them.

Now, however, this anomaly demanded his attention.

The Detection spell was never wrong. It was a gift brought back by a human ancestor from the Primordial Space—a universal skill that transcended class and level restrictions.

For countless years, the spell had been an invaluable asset to humanity, its accuracy trusted without question. If the Detection spell identified these creatures as Dragonblood Lizards, then that had to be their true nature.

Lin Moyu felt as though he had uncovered an astonishing secret.

Meanwhile, the relentless assault of his Skeletal Berserk Warriors and Skeletal Great Mages left the battlefield in ruin. The more than 100 Putrid Corpses were swiftly neutralized, reduced to scattered fragments awaiting regeneration.

The Lich Generals dispelled the Putrid Corpse Poison afflicting the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

With the path cleared, Lin Moyu strode confidently into the storm.

“Be careful.” Dongfang Yao called out, her voice tinged with concern.

She had witnessed the terrifying power of the lightning firsthand—it had taken a hundred corpses working together to withstand it. But Lin Moyu was walking in alone.

He didn’t seem to care.

The heath current surged within his body, and with a flicker of energy, the Genesis Scepter appeared in his hand.

Unlike ordinary weapons that needed to be stored in the storage space, the Genesis Scepter, similar to the Domain Divine Stone, was usually kept in the spirit world. It could be summoned when needed

The storms in the level 60 area were far more intense, and the Genesis Lightning they produced had grown exponentially stronger. Yet Lin Moyu remained undaunted.

“To kill me with lightning.” He thought, “You’d have to destroy my undead army first.”

His gaze sharpened, anticipation flickering in his eyes. Perhaps this enhanced Genesis Lightning would deliver an unexpected boon.