Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 650: The Suppressive Pressure, It Shouldn’t Be This Weak
Lin Moyu left without a word.
Within the vortex, the naked laws of survival were laid bare.
Heaven and earth showed no mercy—no right or wrong, only life and death.
The weak were slaughtered without exception. This was the ultimate truth.
Wang Feng hurried after him, “Brother, where are you going?”
“To the Green Dragon Ocean.” Lin Moyu replied coolly.
Wang Feng froze for a moment. Weren’t they already above the Green Dragon Ocean?
Lin Moyu’s next action answered the question.
He abruptly changed direction and plunged headfirst into the ocean, vanishing in an instant.
Realization dawned on Wang Feng, “So he’s heading to the seabed.”
Sensing Lin Moyu’s unwillingness to be followed, he did not pursue.
The woman beside him said softly, “That man is strange.”
Wang Feng smiled, “Geniuses of his caliber usually are.”
“Is he strong?” She asked.
Wang Feng nodded, “Level 74, yet his soul has already reached God-level. If someone like that isn’t strong, who is?”
The Wang Family possessed a unique heritage that allowed them to sense a person’s soul rank.
Lin Moyu’s soul was extraordinarily powerful—already at the God-level.
For him, stepping into God-level was merely a matter of time.
That was why Wang Feng treated him with such respect.
“In the future.” Wang Feng added with a smile, “Be polite if you see him again. His future achievements will be limitless.”
The woman, seasoned and perceptive, understood immediately.
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No one knew how deep the Green Dragon Ocean truly was.
Once, a level 89 class user had descended tens of thousands of meters without ever reaching the bottom, forced to retreat under the crushing pressure.
Lin Moyu was certain that if the godhead remained in the Green Dragon Ocean, it could only be at the seabed.
The ocean was eerily silent, with no monsters, no living creatures at all.
When the vortex used the soul melody to summon monsters from the Starlight Ocean and the Wind-Lightning Ocean, not a single one came from the Green Dragon Ocean.
It was as though this place was completely devoid of life.
But Lin Moyu knew better. When something was abnormal, there was always a reason.
He continued his descent.
At 5,000 meters, the world was pitch-black. Lin Moyu relied on soul force as his eyes.
Water pressure surged from all directions, but it posed no threat to him.
At 10,000 meters, white light flashed as his Bone Armor activated automatically.
20,000 meters… 30,000 meters…
At 50,000 meters, the Bone Armor shattered with a loud crack.
Lin Moyu didn’t bother restoring it as it would only break again.
The pressure he endured was greatly reduced and then transferred to the undead army within his summon space.
Finally, at 100,000 meters, he reached the seabed.
The pressure here was terrifying, far beyond what even a level 89 class user could withstand. Only a God-level expert could reach this place.
However, God-level experts could not remain in the lower layer for long.
Only now did Lin Moyu understand why Kunlun Great God had not sent anyone else. Below the God-level, no one but him could endure this environment.
The seabed of the Green Dragon Ocean was the polar opposite of the violent surface above—utterly silent.
But even here, he could faintly hear the soul melody and feel the pull of the vortex, though both were greatly weakened.
“I hope the godhead wasn’t dragged into the vortex.”
“If it was, I’ll have to give up.”
Lin Moyu had no desire to confront the God within the vortex yet. That being was far too powerful.
The seabed lay 100 kilometers below the surface, matching the sensing range of the Holy Melody Wind Chime.
This meant he had to search within the sea itself.
Lin Moyu ascended, stabilizing at a depth of about 50,000 meters, and began his sweep across the Green Dragon Ocean.
At his speed, it would take roughly six days to search the entire ocean, assuming nothing unexpected occurred.
As he moved farther from the vortex, the soul melody faded until it vanished completely, and the attractive force disappeared.
He had reached the region beneath the Savagewild Continent.
Below the continental shelf, massive underwater rock formations formed intricate tunnel networks.
Under the perception of his soul force, countless monsters emerged.
They had deliberately stayed far from the vortex, avoiding the soul melody’s bewitchment.
Lin Moyu’s intrusion immediately provoked them.
Driven by strong territorial instincts, the monsters attacked in groups.
Lin Moyu showed no mercy. The undead army surged forth, and slaughter erupted beneath the sea.
The once-quiet Green Dragon Ocean came alive.
The undead army rampaged uncontested, leaving no survivors in their wake.
Blood spread through the water, staining it red and drawing even more monsters.
A seabed that had been quiet for countless years now boiled with chaos.
Lin Moyu ignored it all, focusing solely on locating the godhead.
The undead army carved a bloody path ahead of him, killing everything in sight.
Many of the monsters wielded poisonous skills—green and blue ghostly lights shimmered through the water as poison sprayed across wide areas.
To ordinary class users, such poison would be a headache.
To Lin Moyu, it was meaningless.
The undead army was equally unaffected. With the Lich Generals’ Nullify skill capable of cleansing Putrid Corpse Poison, this poison was nothing more than a joke.
The world beneath the Green Dragon Ocean dwarfed the Savagewild Continent.
Descending through the abyssal depths—nearly 100,000 meters—Lin Moyu discovered layer upon layer of monster territories, each separated by only a few hundred meters.
The sheer scale of this underwater realm was equivalent to at least 100 Savagewild Continents.
The disturbance he caused drew in massive numbers of monsters.
As he searched for the godhead, he simultaneously farmed EXP, and his progress surged rapidly.
After only a few hours, a familiar glow enveloped him. He had leveled up.
Level 74 became level 75.
A flicker of joy crossed Lin Moyu’s eyes, “I didn’t expect the seabed to hold so many monsters. I should have come sooner.”
“Even without finding the godhead, the trip had already paid off.”
He added another standing task to his routine: continuous summoning to fill the undead army.
Upon reaching level 75, his total undead troop count rose to 187,000, an increase of 14,200.
As before, he divided them evenly among the four types, with 46,750 of each.
It wasn’t just their numbers that grew, but their attributes surged as well.
The Skeletal Berserk Warriors possessed the highest overall attributes, their four attributes evenly balanced at 1.1 million each, for a total of 4.4 million.
The Skeletal Great Mages followed closely; while their total attributes were slightly lower, their spirit alone reached an astonishing 3.8 million.
The Headless Knights exceeded the Skeletal Berserk Warriors in both strength and physique, also surpassing 4 million in total.
Only the Skeletal Marksmen lagged slightly behind, but their soul attacks ensured their lethality remained unquestioned.
As Lin Moyu’s level climbed, the growth of his undead army became increasingly dramatic.
Yet alongside that growth, a strange sensation began to surface, a subtle but persistent feeling of suppression, as if an invisible force from the void were restraining him.
He had felt something similar once before. The first time was shortly after his second class awakening.
At the time, the sensation was faint, and with his soul still weak, he had dismissed it as imagination.
Now, however, it was becoming impossible to ignore.
The feeling was strongest during level-ups, when his skills evolved, and especially after his soul advanced to the God-level.
There were no tangible signs, only an elusive, phantom pressure.
Lin Moyu had mentioned it to Antares, but even he could offer no explanation and ultimately concluded that Lin Moyu might be mistaken.
Yet after this level-up, the sensation returned.
The source remained unfathomable, impossible to describe, an intangible constraint pressing against him.
A thought surfaced in Lin Moyu’s mind: “My skills shouldn’t be this weak. They could be stronger.”
It was as though some unseen rule was deliberately limiting his skills. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Stripping away his talents, his skeletons truly weren’t powerful.
A level 75 Skeletal Berserk Warrior possessed attributes totaling only around 55,000.
Even with the Lich Generals’ buffs, they barely approached 100,000.
By comparison, even an average level 75 human class user easily exceeded 500,000 total attributes.
Without his talents and skills, Lin Moyu’s only real advantages would be the sheer number of summons and versatility of skills.
He would still overwhelm class users of similar level—whether in single combat or against ten opponents at once—but the absolute dominance he currently wielded would be impossible.
This made no sense.
As a unique class that had undergone two class sublimations, his foundation should have been far stronger.
Even without talents, he should not have been this weak.
With every level gained, the oppressive sensation grew heavier and more distinct.
The mystery lingered, unresolved, and it weighed deeply on Lin Moyu’s mind.
