Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Jiang Yi looked at Ye Hao, “Your surname is Ye?”

Ye Hao nodded, “My ancestor was Ye Boran!”

Jiang Yi said, “You’re unexpectedly Boran’s descendant.”

Ye Hao replied, “It was thanks to Righteous God saving my ancestor back then. He later founded the Ye Family, a legacy that continues to this day.”

Jiang Yi did not elaborate further on the Ye Family. Instead, he spoke for the fourth time: “Open the formation.”

This time, he seemed to be making an effort to remain calm, but Lin Moyu could sense that Jiang Yi was more anxious than before.

Observing from the side, Lin Moyu noticed that Jiang Yi’s eyes held zero interest when Ye Boran was mentioned; his words were merely perfunctory.

In fact, it wasn’t just a lack of interest. There was a faint trace of loathing.

Ye Hao, currently swept up in emotion, failed to notice anything unusual about Righteous God.

Lin Moyu secretly sent a message to Bai Yiyuan, telling him to be careful and keep his distance.

Ye Hao immediately gave the order to open the formation and let Jiang Yi in.

Wang Lin, naturally, would not disobey Ye Hao’s command; a passage opened within the formation, allowing Jiang Yi to pass through.

Upon entering the formation, Jiang Yi did not linger, flying straight toward the center of the fortress. He seemed driven by a very specific purpose.

Ye Hao followed beside him, “Senior Righteous God, my ancestor Boran left behind instructions saying that you had not truly fallen and that it was highly likely you would return to life in the future.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Yi gave a half-smile, a strange look flickering in his eyes.

Ye Hao replied, “That is what my ancestor said.”

“What else did he say?”

“He said your talent was unparalleled. If you were to return to life, you would be humanity’s strongest expert. If anyone were capable of reaching Transcendent God-level, it would be you.”

Ye Hao’s voice was tinged with excitement. Clearly, Jiang Yi’s return and the fulfillment of his ancestor’s prophecy had a significant impact on him.

Jiang Yi revealed a smile, “Boran truly understood me. What a pity...”

“A pity?” Ye Hao was still oblivious, but by now, Wang Lin had sensed that something was wrong.

Wang Lin frowned, his gaze fixed intensely on Jiang Yi, his fists tightening unconsciously.

Jiang Yi’s gaze swept over Wang Lin casually before shaking his head with a hint of disdain.

By now, the group had arrived at the center of the fortress, reaching a vast, open square.

This was originally where the Demon Extermination Tower stood, but it had been left vacant since Lin Moyu moved the tower.

Lin Moyu followed from a distance, unsure of why Jiang Yi wanted to come here.

Jiang Yi stopped, his eyes scanning the square, “It’s been cleaned up quite well.”

Ye Hao said, “There used to be a tower here, but it was…”

“Watch out!”

Before he could finish, Wang Lin suddenly let out a roar.

Then came a flash of sword light. Ye Hao was shoved aside as a scream rang out and blood sprayed into the air.

To push Ye Hao out of the way, Wang Lin had exposed himself; the sword light severed both of his arms cleanly.

Before Ye Hao could react, sword light flared again.

Simultaneously, a powerful aura surged from behind, colliding with the sword light.

The violent impact sent Ye Hao flying. Bai Yiyuan had intercepted the blow meant for Ye Hao, but the force of the collision sent him reeling backward as well.

With a bang, a rain of blood filled the air.

Wang Lin was shredded into pieces by the other flash of sword light.

Bai Yiyuan had saved Ye Hao, but he had failed to save Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had first pushed Ye Hao away, losing both arms in the process, and was then killed instantly by the second strike.

No one expected Jiang Yi to suddenly erupt in violence, and against his own people at that.

If Lin Moyu hadn’t warned Bai Yiyuan to stay alert, even he might not have seen it coming.

“Wang Lin!” Ye Hao finally snapped back to reality, letting out a horrified cry.

Bai Yiyuan glared at Jiang Yi, shouting furiously, “Jiang Yi, what are you doing?!”

Bai Yiyuan wasn’t particularly close to Wang Lin, but Wang Lin was still a God-level powerhouse of the human race. To see him killed before his eyes, and by a fellow human, left Bai Yiyuan feeling a stifling sense of rage.

Ye Hao and Wang Lin, however, shared a deep bond. Wang Lin had viewed Ye Hao as an elder; Ye Hao, having no children of his own, practically treated Wang Lin like a son.

Seeing Wang Lin die before his eyes, Ye Hao’s eyes filled with grief and tears, “Why?!”

Jiang Yi’s expression was now dark and chilling. He sneered, “I didn’t expect this fellow to be so loyal, actually willing to die for you.”

“Why? There is no why. I simply need God-level blood. You were originally the better fit, but this will suffice.”

Expressionless, Jiang Yi reached out. A torrent of blood surged into the air and scattered like rain.

Black and red blood intermingled—the black from the Demons, the red from the Dragonkind.

A formidable aura rolled outward. Every drop belonged to a Demon King or Dragon King.

He had gathered an immense amount of God-level blood. No one knew why.

His strike had been too swift; even Lin Moyu hadn’t reacted in time.

No one had imagined he would turn on his own kind.

If Wang Lin hadn’t moved fast enough, Ye Hao would already be dead.

At level 98, Jiang Yi stepped into the threshold of half-step Transcendent God-level. With the power of law in his grasp, killing Ye Hao would have taken little effort.

Ye Hao said coldly, “You’re not Righteous God. Who are you?”

Jiang Yi scattered the blood onto the ground and chuckled, “I am Jiang Yi, the very Righteous God your ancestor spoke of.”

Ye Hao roared, “Impossible! Righteous God would shed every last drop of blood for humanity. He would never strike his own kind!”

“Tsk, tsk…”

Jiang Yi’s laughter turned sinister. His aura shifted, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

“That’s because you know far too little about me. Not you, not your ancestor—none of you understood me.”

“And to be fair, I didn’t understand you all either.”

“During that war, if that coward Ye Boran hadn’t fled, I wouldn’t have died on the battlefield.”

“Did you truly think I chose to fight to the death for humanity? I simply had no other option.”

“You don’t understand. None of you do.”

His expression twisted as manic laughter tore from his throat.

A sudden realization struck Lin Moyu.

The records said Jiang Yi had obtained the celestial material Daemetal by chance but never specified when.

Daemetal possessed the ability to corrupt the mind. Only peak-level class users could resist it.

If Jiang Yi had acquired it before his third class awakening…

Then he had been corrupted from the very beginning.

Because he was remembered as a half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouse, everyone had overlooked the timeline.

“I was wrong. Completely wrong.”

“He’s been acting all along. From the moment I entered the secret realm and made contact with him, he’s been acting.”

“I was too weak to notice.”

“Antares must have known. But he said nothing.”

With Jiang Yi’s current words, the truth snapped into place.

He had never been the Righteous God who sacrificed himself for humanity.

He had always had his own purpose.

And now it was about to be revealed.

The blood soaking the ground began to vanish, absorbed at astonishing speed.

Moments later, a crimson formation surged into view.

Space twisted beside Lin Moyu. Meng Anwen appeared, carrying the Shenxia Tower, with Yan Kuangsheng at his side.

They had rushed over the moment they received his message.

Meng Anwen’s face drained of color, “A blood formation?”

Lin Moyu asked, “What’s a blood formation?”

Meng Anwen replied, “An extremely evil formation. It absorbs the blood of powerhouses and converts it into energy to let someone level up at terrifying speed.”

Lin Moyu understood immediately: power gained so easily never came without a cost.

Meng Anwen continued, “With enough blood of powerhouses, one could skyrocket in level, even go from the first to third class awakening overnight.”

“But the backlash is catastrophic. Most users go mad or explode. Even the successful ones destroy their foundations, forever losing the chance to advance.”

“The blood formation appeared in ancient times… then vanished. Why is it here?”

Jiang Yi turned his gaze toward Meng Anwen, “You’re quite impressive, God-level Formation Master. Level 96 as well. It seems saving you last time wasn’t a waste.”

As his words fell, the formation roared to life. Blood-red light shot into the sky.