Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

As Lin Moyu crossed the Wind-Lightning Ocean for a second time, he noticed a shift. The lightning was less frequent and significantly weaker.

He suspected this change was tied to the fall of the Lightning God.

With the weakening of lightning, the wind had grown stronger.

In just over ten days, the Wind-Lightning Ocean had become dominated by fierce winds.

This transformation wasn't limited to the ocean; the Wind-Lightning Continent itself was now plagued by intense gales.

In the former Dragonkind stronghold, a shimmering secret realm floated in midair. Dense poison gas enveloped the area around it.

Initially, the poison spread across a 10-kilometer radius, but after being scorched by the Fire Sprite Demon King, it had receded to just 3 kilometers.

It originated from a single drop of blood essence belonging to the Poison God—a mid-tier God far stronger than the Fire Sprite Demon King.

However, without a continuous source of power, the drop had limited endurance. That was the only reason the Fire Sprite Demon King had managed to burn it away.

Had the Poison God been present, even a trace of poison could have killed him instantly.

Over ten days later, the poison still showed no signs of dissipating. No one, not even Lin Moyu, who had unleashed it, knew how long it would linger.

Because of this point, Lin Moyu had chosen not to summon the Poison Lich during the battle at Shenxia City.

The lingering poison gas could have endangered both the city and the human class users inside.

Without that concern, he might have earned another star and been promoted to a four-star godly general.

As the Icefire Demon King he had slain with the Godslaying Lightning from the Thunderclap Tower hadn't granted him EXP or a general star.

Still, Lin Moyu didn't mind. A dead Demon King was a victory, regardless of the method.

Now, he returned to the site, flying directly into the poison fog and diving into the secret realm.

Inside, the poison had also seeped in, saturating a 5-kilometer radius centered around the entrance.

Lin Moyu emerged at the heart of the poison gas.

Thanks to his 100% poison elemental immunity, he moved through the poison gas unconcerned.

"There are signs of corpses." He observed.

Corrosion marks marred the ground—clear signs that Dragonkind had died, decayed from the poison, and were eventually scorched, leaving dark imprints behind.

The imprints formed a continuous line.

"They must have been Battle General Puppets. Fearless and relentless—not one retreated."

"Given the time that had passed, any surviving Dragonkind had likely escaped."

But Lin Moyu remained cautious. History was filled with tales of people who died after letting down their guard in seemingly safe places.

Once clear of the poison gas, Lin Moyu summoned his undead troops.

With the help of Lightning Deathwings, two undead legions fanned out, beginning a systematic sweep of the surroundings.

As they advanced, a map of the terrain formed in Lin Moyu's mind.

He soared into the air and surveyed the secret realm.

It was a vast secret realm, with a mountain range stretching across hundreds of kilometers.

This was by far the largest secret realm he had ever encountered.

"A secret realm this massive shouldn't be empty."

"Did the Dragonkind exterminate all native creatures?"

As Lin Moyu ventured deeper into the mountains, he discovered traces of the Dragonkind.

A fortress-like structure lay abandoned among the woods, and signs of massive destruction hinted at a fierce battle.

From the clues he gathered, it seemed the Dragonkind had waged war against the native creatures of the secret realm and won.

After their victory, they constructed an aerial fortress beyond the secret realm and stationed a powerful army there to maintain control.

Lin Moyu believed his deduction was correct: the secret realm held a great secret.

Otherwise, the Dragonkind would have simply left after harvesting its resources, instead of sealing it off completely.

He pressed onward. After traveling several hundred kilometers, the mountain range split, forming a canyon.

The Wind-Lightning Continent was known for its canyons and pools, and the secret realm was no exception.

This particular canyon was massive, stretching dozens of kilometers deep and far larger than even the Lightning Burial Canyon.

If it weren't nestled in the heart of the mountain range, it wouldn't even be called a canyon. It would be classified as a plain.

At its center lay a pool about 100 meters wide, surrounded by scattered buildings

Lin Moyu noticed nothing unusual at first.

Around the lake stood a Dragonkind military base.

From a distance, it appeared abandoned and eerily silent. The remnant traces suggested a hasty departure.

Examining the buildings more closely, Lin Moyu saw some resembled factories.

He was now certain that the Dragonkind's secret to mass-producing Battle General Puppets was hidden here.

But they had either taken or destroyed the data before leaving.

"I wonder if anything was left behind." He muttered.

His skeletons had arrived ahead of him, scouring the area.

Numerous skeletons swept outward in a grid-like search.

But they found nothing. Many places bore signs of fire and deliberate destruction.

"It's spotless." He frowned, "Did they really erase everything?"

He descended slowly. The moment his feet touched the ground, an immense pressure crashed down from above.

"This isn't good!"

His expression darkened as a massive formation appeared in the sky.

The Abyssal Demons specialized in barriers, but the Dragonkind were masters of formations.

This formation had been hidden in the air using special methods, so well-concealed that even Lin Moyu hadn't noticed it.

The moment he landed, it activated.

The pressure was suffocating. Then came a deafening boom, and the entire military base erupted in a violent explosion.

The shockwave hurled Lin Moyu back, shattering his Bone Armor and slamming into him with devastating force.

His summoned Lich Generals immediately began casting their healing spell.

But the damage was overwhelming, both physical and elemental in nature.

It was a God-level formation, with fake God-level power.

Lin Moyu could feel his undead troops suffer tremendous damage. Even the Lich Generals' healing couldn't keep pace.

The explosions kept coming, each shockwave battering him like a crashing wave.

If this continued, his undead army wouldn't hold.

"I was careless!"

He had only summoned three undead legions, so just three Lich Generals stood outside the formation. Their healing alone wasn't enough.

If he'd summoned all his legions and left them outside the formation, things might've turned out differently.

But now, at the heart of the explosion-riddled formation, releasing the rest would only get them killed faster.

Amid the relentless blasts, Lin Moyu was tossed about like a candle flickering in a storm.

The formation struck the ground again and again, annihilating everything inside it.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Moyu let out a roar.

The rune on the back of his right hand blazed to life—the 者 character lit up.

Skill: Focus Power!

He connected with all his undead troops. Instantly, his attributes surged.

His physique skyrocketed from over 90,000 to 1,000,000, a tenfold leap. His defense soared.

The damage lessened at once, and The Lich Generals finally caught their breath.

Lin Moyu's figure steadied. He looked up and saw hundreds of Magic Crystals suspended at the heart of the formation.

These Magic Crystals were the power source. Destroying them would collapse the entire formation.

Gripping his axe, Lin Moyu charged forward, forcing his way through the crushing pressure.

His strength, agility, physique, and spirit now all stood at 1,000,000.

He moved faster than ever before.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted. A dark figure burst from the pool, a wave of stench following in its wake as it lunged toward him.

"A monster?"

Lin Moyu reacted instantly. His axe swept out in a wide arc, striking the creature with a metallic clang.

The dark figure trembled but didn't retreat. Instead, it lunged and bit down.

He dodged, countering with multiple axe strikes, but still couldn't push it back.

A powerful recoil surged through the axe, revealing the opponent's immense strength.

Soul Blaze flickered in his left hand.

A single spark fell, and the dark figure let out a blood-curdling scream, its body convulsing before crumpling to the ground.

"It feels pain. It's not a puppet."

Lin Moyu reacted without hesitation. A flash of crimson light erupted, and Deterioration Curse took hold.

The dark figure's movements slowed at once.

Seizing the moment, Lin Moyu broke free from the entanglement and dashed toward the heart of the formation.

His axe glowed blood-red.

Skill: Berserk Strike!