Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 533: Light God’s Feather

Mo Yun didn’t need to lift a finger—the undead army was already charging forward.

Thirty-six Lich Generals led their legions, each commanding 1,080 skeletons, totaling 38,880.

Lin Moyu ignored the dungeon’s no-flying rule. With Lightning Deathwings, he granted his undead troops the power of flight.

The skeletons rose into the sky, unbothered by the holy light of the Holy Marsh Space.

The marsh light attacks scattered harmlessly; there were simply too many skeletons to focus on.

The short trees launched a ferocious assault, their thick, glowing branches lashing at the skeletons.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors struck back, axes cleaving through the onslaught and sending branches flying.

At the same time, Elemental Explosions detonated relentlessly, leaving nothing behind in their wake.

Although the Skeletal Great Mages’ Elemental Explosions were unimpressive when compared to the might of level 80 world rank bosses.

But against dungeon monsters of a similar level, their destructive power was overwhelming.

Mo Yun was stunned. She had never seen a dungeon cleared like this before.

Lin Moyu simply bulldozed through, ignoring every rule.

“Such an unreasonable fighting style…”

Watching the carnage—and the endless stream of notifications—Mo Yun had to admit it was true.

Lin Moyu’s fighting style was simply unreasonable.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Moyu, “No wonder he levels up so fast…”

“Solo grinding already gives more EXP, and with that efficiency…”

The thought of being carried by Lin Moyu through dungeons crossed her mind—then she shut it down.

“How could you rely on someone else? You’re Mo Yun, destined to become a God-level powerhouse.”

“No one reaches that height by relying on others.”

Yet, as EXP poured in, the addictive rush made it harder to convince herself.

Unaware of her inner struggle, Lin Moyu pressed forward, “Let’s go. I want to see what’s really inside the marshes.”

The surrounding monsters were wiped out, and the undead troops pressed deeper.

Lin Moyu and Mo Yun reached a marsh’s glowing edge.

“What do you think is down there?”

Mo Yun shook her head, “No idea. I don’t think anyone’s ever gone in.”

“Let me check.”

A Skeletal Berserk Warrior leapt in.

The marsh felt like cotton, yet rolled in waves like the sea.

But the waves were light itself, dragging the skeleton down.

Through its senses, Lin Moyu saw a glowing cluster at the bottom—the marsh’s source of power.

“Found it.”

A faint smirk tugged at Lin Moyu’s lips as the Skeletal Berserk Warrior lifted the light cluster.

The instant it touched the skeleton’s hand, the radiance blanketing the marsh vanished.

Before them, a pit appeared—six to seven meters across and ten meters deep.

The pit itself was ordinary; what drew their attention was the light cluster glowing in the skeleton’s grasp.

Mo Yun peered at the pit at her feet, “So that’s how it is.”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Let’s go down. Seems there’s something else beneath.”

“Something else?” Mo Yun asked, puzzled.

But Lin Moyu had already leapt into the pit, leaving her no choice but to follow.

With the undead army handling everything, she didn’t feel the slightest concern.

At the bottom, Lin Moyu retrieved the light cluster from the Skeletal Berserk Warrior and cast Detection.

[Light God’s Feather: a feather fallen from the wings of the Light God. Contains a certain amount of light power.]

Mo Yun’s eyes widened, “A feather of the Light God? Wait… the Light God has wings?”

“Maybe.” Lin Moyu replied quietly.

His thoughts flashed back to the towering Angel statue in the light elemental dungeon—it might have been a depiction of the Light God.

Mo Yun didn’t press further. The Light God was a legend, and she figured Lin Moyu had never seen them either.

Lin Moyu’s gaze shifted to where the feather had rested.

At the pit’s center, a fist-sized hole was revealed once the feather was removed.

Mo Yun frowned, “Why is there a hole here?”

Lin Moyu crouched to examine it, “It leads somewhere… but it’s too narrow to pass through.”

After a moment’s thought, he handed the feather to Mo Yun.

“Try it. See if your summon can make use of this.”

Mo Yun had come seeking the Holy Light Marsh, home to the dungeon’s boss and the densest concentration of holy light.

If the marsh’s core was this feather, perhaps it would work on her summon.

Without hesitation, she pressed the feather against her Holy Spirit Unicorn’s brow.

It flared brilliantly, then dissolved into motes of light, merging into the Unicorn’s body.

Mo Yun’s face brightened, “It worked! The effect isn’t huge, but I can feel Little White has grown stronger.”

“So it’s called Little White.” Lin Moyu chuckled.

The name suited the pure-white Holy Spirit Unicorn, radiant with sacred light.

When Lin Moyu gently stroked its mane, Little White leaned in with a look of contentment.

It had recognized him—as a friend of its master.

“Since it worked, let’s keep going.”

At Lin Moyu’s command, the skeletons leapt into the marshes, retrieving more Light God’s Feathers.

One by one, the marshes dimmed, their glow extinguishing, and the dungeon itself began to shift in appearance.

Mo Yun lowered her voice, “If we take all the feathers, will this dungeon still exist?”

Lin Moyu considered, “That depends on their source. Remember that hole we saw earlier?”

She nodded.

Lin Moyu continued, “I can sense that at the end of that hole lies the true source of this dungeon.”

“As long as the source remains, the dungeon will endure.”

Mo Yun lacked his keen senses, but she trusted his judgment.

The skeletons returned with more feathers, and Mo Yun placed them upon the Holy Spirit Unicorn.

With each feather absorbed, the creature’s aura swelled, its radiance burning brighter.

Mo Yun explained, “As Summoners, we don’t just strengthen ourselves—we also empower our summons.”

“And when they grow strong enough, their attributes flow back into us, making us stronger in return.”

“That’s why my attributes surpass most other class users of the same level.”

She added, “But not every Summoner has this ability. It depends on bloodline and the nature of the summon.”

“For example, the Dan Family’s Godly Eagle lacks this ability.”

Lin Moyu nodded, “That’s quite enviable.”

Mo Yun frowned, “Your summons don’t have it?”

He shook his head, “No.”

Mo Yun blinked in surprise. Lin Moyu’s attributes were already monstrous—she had assumed his summons had the same ability.

Curiosity, mixed with a hint of rivalry, flickered in her eyes, “What are your current attributes? If you don’t mind sharing.”

Lin Moyu smiled faintly, “Which one?”

“The total.” She said firmly.

“Total? It’s over 550,000.” 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Mo Yun nearly tripped, staring wide-eyed, “How… how much did you just say?”

“558,820.” Lin Moyu repeated, “Is there a problem?”

Her pride collapsed in an instant. She stomped her foot, face red.

“I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Now I just feel pathetic. You’re a total freak—even world rank bosses of the same level don’t reach that high!”

Lin Moyu chuckled, “Indeed, they don’t.”

Without realizing it, they had reached the dungeon’s end.

Before them stretched a vast marsh, over a hundred meters wide.

The brilliance here was overwhelming, beams of light stabbing skyward like blades.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed, “So this is the source.”