Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 554: An Almost Shameless Fighting Style

Lin Moyu’s thoughts flashed like lightning. His skills weren’t exactly secret, but few Demons truly understood them.

As he gazed at the Darkfiend King’s towering form, a memory suddenly surfaced.

“You’re that unlucky bastard I poisoned to death in the lower layer!”

His words struck a nerve.

The Darkfiend King roared furiously, unleashing a storm of spear shadows that screamed through the air toward Lin Moyu.

“Playing with spears, huh? I can do that too.”

A platinum-grade spear materialized in Lin Moyu’s hands. With a sweeping motion, he deflected the wave of spear shadows and charged straight at his foe.

The Darkfiend King laughed wildly, “A Summoner using a spear?!”

Lin Moyu didn’t respond. His Skeletal Berserk Warriors surged forward alongside him, their bones rattling with murderous rhythm.

Meanwhile, the Skeletal Great Mages redirected their Elemental Explosions, no longer targeting the Darkfiend King, but detonating the blazing spears raining from above.

Each blast tore through the blazing spears, clearing a path through the storm.

The Darkfiend King spun his spear, summoning even more blazing spears. A colossal flaming spear appeared above his head and plunged downward.

Boom!

Lin Moyu swung his spear, clashed with the colossal flaming spear head-on.

He trembled slightly, forced half a step back, but no more.

With a 1.5 million strength attribute, Lin Moyu’s strength was monstrous, comparable to a level 80 world rank boss. He wasn’t quite as strong as the Darkfiend King, but neither was he being crushed.

The Darkfiend King sneered, “Impressive strength… but you’re no Warrior. Without skills, brute force means nothing.”

Lin Moyu still said nothing. He lunged again.

Just as the Darkfiend King prepared to counter, his body stiffened. A layer of white bone encased him.

Lin Moyu had cast Bone Prison, stopping the opponent in his tracks.

It could hold him for only half a second.

The Darkfiend King’s aura surged, cracks instantly forming across the bony shell. Just as it was about to shatter, a ghostly flame fell from above.

Skill: Soul Blaze!

The Darkfiend King screamed as the fire tore through his soul.

Seizing the moment, Lin Moyu’s speed exploded. He crossed several hundred meters in a blink, appearing right before the Darkfiend King.

Then, unexpectedly, he dismissed his spear and threw his arms around the Darkfiend King, locking him in a tight embrace.

The Darkfiend King froze, “What… what are you doing?!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the skeletons retreating, then a flicker of green light glowed. Realization dawned.

“You bastard! Let go! Let go of me!”

He thrashed wildly, black flames surging into the sky. His wings morphed into blades, slashing at Lin Moyu as dark fire spears shot forth, stabbing into him.

But Damage Transfer took effect. The Lich Generals, already retreated to a safe distance, frantically cast their healing spell.

Every strike on Lin Moyu was instantly redirected to his undead army.

Lin Moyu, level 58, commanded thirty-eight undead legions—43,320 skeletons in total.

Thirty-eight Lich Generals unleashed their healing spell in unison, their light so brilliant it pierced the pitch-black realm.

Lin Moyu endured every blow, his undead army absorbing the pain.

Under Focus Power, bolstered by 1.5 million physique, his defense was unshakable.

No matter how fiercely the Darkfiend King attacked, he could not break free from Lin Moyu’s grasp.

“You madman! You’ll die too!”

The greenish haze thickened in the demon king’s eyes; he could feel death closing in.

Though this was merely an avatar, he possessed only two God-level ones, each requiring immense resources and time to create.

One had already fallen to Lin Moyu’s poison. Now, the second was on the brink of destruction.

Driven to madness, the Darkfiend King roared.

Lin Moyu, remaining silent, summoned a new Poison Lich that appeared beside the Darkfiend King.

Under the Darkfiend King’s horrified gaze, the Poison Lich lunged forward and coiled around him.

“Madman! You’re a complete madman!”

He thrashed in midair, struggling to break free from Lin Moyu and the Poison Lich. But it was useless.

Then, the Poison Lich detonated soundlessly. A thick green mist spread outward, devouring the battlefield. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The Darkfiend King froze mid-scream, watching as the poison invaded his body, rapidly corroding him from within.

His gaze found Lin Moyu, who was completely untouched amidst the poison cloud.

“You... this is impossible!”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Nothing’s impossible.”

With 100% poison elemental immunity, Lin Moyu stood unharmed.

On that basis, Lin Moyu developed this almost shameless fighting style.

Using the massive attributes boosted by the Focus Power skill, he gained overwhelming defense.

Then, by relentlessly grabbing his opponent, he would summon a Poison Lich to self-destruct.

By then, no matter how the opponent attacked, even if the attacks were at God-level, Lin Moyu’s 1.5 million physique and his passive Damage Transfer skill allowed him to withstand everything completely.

And just as he’d planned, everything went perfectly.

As the Darkfiend King’s body dissolved in the poison, his eyes filled with unwilling rage. Lin Moyu merely smiled in return.

[Killed Demon King’s avatar, EXP + ** ]

[General Star +1]

The military badge on his shoulder gleamed brightly as an illusory star appeared.

He was already a three-star godly general. To advance to four stars, he needed to slay four Demon Kings.

With one defeated, three remained.

The 90 billion EXP from the battle pushed his EXP bar forward noticeably.

A quick calculation told him that, with the cooldown resets of his Cooldown Talismans, he could reach level 59.

The Darkfiend King truly was a gift at the perfect time.

Reflecting on the fight, Lin Moyu muttered to himself, “The results are excellent... though my method was a bit shameless.”

“But I had no choice. He’s a Demon King, and I’m only level 58.”

He flew out of the poisonous mist and landed on the other side of the dungeon.

Bodies lay scattered across the ground, some lifeless, others barely clinging to life.

The Darkfiend King hadn’t even targeted them specifically, just striking at random.

Lin Moyu ordered his undead army to break the barrier and, at the same time, sent a message to Bai Yiyuan to come immediately, bringing Zhu Qingliu along.

The survivors had severe injuries, some missing limbs; only a God-level Healer could save them now.

With Zhu Qingliu present, anyone still breathing had a chance.

When the barrier shattered, a flood of noise burst in.

“What happened?”

“Why did a barrier appear? Were there Demons?”

“What’s going on? So many are dead!”

“Heavens, someone’s hurt!”

Lin Moyu glanced at the chaotic crowd and shouted, “Everyone, quiet!”

His voice thundered over the noise. The undead army returned, their skeletal gazes sweeping across the crowd, silencing them instantly.

In a cold, commanding tone, Lin Moyu said, “Healers, step forward. Treat the wounded at once.”

Someone in the crowd hesitated, “Who are you? Why should we listen to you?”

Another quickly retorted, “Shut up! That’s Godly General Lin!”

Many recognized Lin Moyu.

He gave a sharp command, “Heed the godly general command! All Healers, step forward! Treat the wounded!”

At once, a dozen Healers rushed over, casting their spells.

Rays of healing light flared across the site, but the results were disheartening. The wounds bore traces of demonic aura, left by a Demon King.

The healing spells hardly even slowed the bleeding.

Lin Moyu’s voice rang out again, “Don’t stop! Until a God-level Healer arrives, their lives are in your hands! Keep going! No one stops!”

“Yes, Sir!”

The Healers worked relentlessly. In that moment, Lin Moyu’s word was law. None dared disobey.

A soldier finally asked, “Godly General Lin, what happened here?”

Lin Moyu answered gravely, “The Darkfiend King’s God-level avatar appeared.”

“The Darkfiend King... a mid-tier Demon King from the Abyssal World?”

“His God-level avatar? That means… at least level 90!”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The Darkfiend King’s name was infamous; there were few mid-tier Demon Kings, and he was among them.

Everyone was awestruck by Lin Moyu’s might, his feats bordering on the divine.

The godly general badge on his shoulder still blazed with violet light, radiant and proud.

The Healers redoubled their efforts. Whatever it took, they would keep the wounded alive.