Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 555: I’ve Decided to Be Selfish For Once

Barely ten minutes after Lin Moyu sent out his message, a vast and powerful aura swept across Kun City.

Sensing it immediately, Lin Moyu shouted, “Hold on a little longer!”

Continuous, high-intensity healing was pushing the Healers to their limits.

Even in dungeon raids, Healers never cast non-stop. They always had moments to rest.

During boss fights, if a party included multiple Healers, they would rotate to manage their energy.

But now, under Lin Moyu’s strict command, none were allowed to stop.

In just ten short minutes, their energy was nearly exhausted, their spirit force rapidly depleting.

Several had already downed Spirit Potions just to keep going.

Under Lin Moyu’s watchful gaze, no one dared to slack off.

From afar, colossal auras surged closer, carried by howling snowfall.

When God-level experts moved at full speed, they were terrifyingly fast.

The hundred kilometers separating Kun City from their position vanished in under thirty seconds.

A shockwave ripped across the sky, sending snow billowing into the air. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Bai Yiyuan and Zhu Qingliu appeared simultaneously in midair, then descended swiftly.

Without a word, Zhu Qingliu raised her finger.

A pure, sacred light poured down from above, brimming with boundless life force.

Compared to it, the Healers’ combined glow seemed like candlelight before the sun.

The Healers looked up with awe and reverence. Zhu Qingliu was their idol, the pinnacle they aspired to reach.

With her arrival, Lin Moyu finally exhaled in relief.

Under the sacred radiance, the bodies of the wounded below began to writhe as thick streams of black energy poured out of them.

Once the abyssal aura was expelled and the Demon King’s power dissolved, recovery began almost instantly.

The miracle of God-level healing unfolded before their eyes. At the sites of severed limbs and torn flesh, new tissue squirmed and grew, as if life itself was being rewritten.

Then, the sacred light shifted. Zhu Qingliu had activated her second skill.

Lin Moyu felt an immense wave of life force surge in from all direction, mingling with the snowfall.

It came from everywhere, the woods, the earth, every living thing within hundreds of kilometers.

God-level Healer’s God-level skill: Limb Regeneration.

Under this God-level skill, as long as one was still alive, even if only half a body remained, everything could regrow, save for a severed head.

The Healers’ eyes shone with unrestrained excitement. This was the ultimate spell they all dreamed of mastering.

Lin Moyu, however, remained calm. He had witnessed a resurrection spell in the Divine Stone Dungeon. If even the dead could be revived, limb regeneration no longer felt extraordinary.

And then there was Antares, who had brought Jiang Yi back when only his soul remained. That was a true miracle.

By comparison, Zhu Qingliu’s Limb Regeneration seemed almost ordinary.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Bai Yiyuan approached Lin Moyu, “What happened?”

Lin Moyu glanced at the sky. Understanding his intention, Bai Yiyuan followed him upward.

There were things Lin Moyu didn’t want others to hear.

Amid the cold wind, Lin Moyu spoke, “It was the Darkfiend King. One of his God-level avatars came to kill me. These people were just unlucky, caught in the crossfire.”

Bai Yiyuan looked down at the corpses half-buried in snow, “I’ll handle the aftermath. Are you alright?”

Lin Moyu shook his head, indicating he was fine, but his gaze lingered on the fallen.

They had died because of him. The guilt pressed heavily on his heart.

Bai Yiyuan sighed, “Don’t torment yourself. Our war with the Demons has lasted for years and years. Tragedies like this are inevitable. If you want to talk about true innocents, it’s the civilians who die when the Demons raze a city.”

Lin Moyu nodded faintly, then lowered his voice, “That was the Darkfiend King’s second God-level avatar. The first one, I accidentally poisoned and killed it in the lower layer.”

Bai Yiyuan’s eyes widened. So that was why the enmity ran so deep.

“The Darkfiend King’s usually one of the quieter ones. Didn’t think he’d act this recklessly. A mid-tier Demon King only gets two God-level avatars, and you’ve destroyed both. He must be furious.”

Lin Moyu’s tone was calm, “If there’s a chance, I want to go to the Abyss.”

Bai Yiyuan froze, stunned by the words.

Reckless, that was the only way to describe it.

The last time Lin Moyu entered the Abyss, it had been by accident.

Now, he wanted to go willingly. And Bai Yiyuan knew exactly what he intended to do there.

Just then, a deep rumble rolled across the sky as the Shenxia Tower appeared.

Bai Yiyuan grinned, “Old Meng’s here too, huh?”

Meng Anwen emerged before the tower, scanning the scene below with a grave expression, “Which Demon King was it this time?”

Lin Moyu briefly explained.

Bai Yiyuan asked, “Weren’t you setting up the formation? Why come here?”

Meng Anwen’s tone darkened, “Earlier, the Succubus Queen’s avatar appeared together with a wisp of the Demon Emperor’s will.”

Bai Yiyuan’s face drained of color, “What—? Even the Demon Emperor’s will descended? Are you alright?”

Meng Anwen shot him a glare, “If something had happened to me, do you think I’d still be standing here?”

Bai Yiyuan smiled awkwardly, “Right, right. With your Shenxia Tower, unless the Demon Emperor himself shows up, you should be fine.”

Meng Anwen snorted coldly, “You underestimate the Demon Emperor, and overestimate me.”

Bai Yiyuan’s smile faded. There was something in those words that made his chest tighten.

His tone grew serious, “Is the Demon Emperor really that strong?”

Meng Anwen grunted, “Stronger than we ever imagined.”

If that was true, then the human Emperor Di, who stood at the same half-step Transcendent God-level, must also be far beyond their understanding.

Bai Yiyuan sighed, “It seems you can’t truly grasp that level until you reach it yourself. What happened afterward?”

Meng Anwen replied, “No matter how powerful the Demon Emperor was, it was only a fragment of his will, power without a source. Even so, I couldn’t stop him from escaping. Later, Jiang Yi arrived. Or rather, his Demon-Slaying Sword did.”

“From across a vast distance, Jiang Yi used the Demon-Slaying Sword to obliterate the Succubus Queen’s avatar, and at the same time, he annihilated the Demon Emperor’s will.”

Bai Yiyuan’s eyes widened, “Jiang Yi… has he been resurrected?”

Meng Anwen shook his head, “Not yet. But soon.”

Bai Yiyuan exhaled softly, “That person truly defies comprehension… This world never ceases to amaze me.”

Lin Moyu silently agreed. Only when one glimpsed the true depths of this world could one understand just how vast and mysterious it was.

Countless secrets still lay hidden, waiting to be uncovered.

Meng Anwen continued, “From the Succubus Queen, I sensed another presence. She didn’t come alone this time.”

“I suspected another Demon King was after you, Moyu. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Then he faced Bai Yiyuan, “I need to be frank with you, we’re too weak. If we faced the Demon Emperor directly, we wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Bai Yiyuan’s expression grew solemn, “I understand.”

It was rare for Meng Anwen to speak with such gravity, and that alone told Bai Yiyuan how serious the situation was.

They needed to grow stronger—not just Lin Moyu, but themselves as well.

“We’ve been living too comfortably.”

“Indeed. These past decades, we’ve grown complacent, almost forgetting what it means to strive. In that regard, Old Yan has done better than us.”

For once, Bai Yiyuan didn’t argue. Yan Kuangsheng had spent years alone in Bloody Land, constantly tempering himself.

In some ways, he had already surpassed them both.

Meng Anwen said, “I’ve been thinking. The upcoming Soul Fusion Grand Formation is an opportunity. And this time, I intend to be selfish.”

Bai Yiyuan raised an eyebrow, “Oh? What do you have in mind?”

Meng Anwen explained his plan in rough strokes.

It was audacious—not something small, potentially costly, and it would require cooperation from Bai Yiyuan and Zhu Qingliu.

Their forces would be mobilized; the operation would eclipse their previous campaign to wipe out the Demon Worship Society.

After listening, Bai Yiyuan asked, “What about the other old guys? Should we include them?”

Meng Anwen paused, “Yes. You contact them and bring everyone together. I’ll explain it myself. Don’t forget to call Old Yan back. We can’t leave him out.”

“Alright.”

Lin Moyu, standing nearby, said nothing.

He knew Meng Anwen’s usual habit of putting the greater good first.

But this time, Meng Anwen felt shaken. He’d decided to act for himself.

Lin Moyu agreed completely. Antares had once said a single God-level being equaled a hundred peak-level class users.

A half-step Transcendent God-level expert could rival a hundred God-level experts.

A true Transcendent God-level powerhouse? No number of God-levels could compare.

And this plan centered on Lin Moyu, with his being the greatest beneficiary.

The larger the operation, the greater his gains.