Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Chapter 316: A Trail Of Slaughter; Rising Murderous Aura



Lin Moyu had truly taken things to a new level. Upon discovering that Demons had their own cities, he began wondering if they also had teleportation formations. Without hesitation, he had stormed into the Demon city, determined to find out.

Sure enough, he found a teleportation formation nestled within the city. Worried that his human identity might prevent him from using it, Lin Moyu kept a half-dead Demon alive, using him as a tool to activate the formation. Even as the teleportation initiated, Lin Moyu had no clue where it would take him. It could lead to a wilderness, another city, a dungeon, or even a far more dangerous place.

Even though Lin Moyu couldn't read the Abyssal Demon script, he deduced from the shared ending characters of certain destinations that they were likely city names. He randomly selected one.

When he arrived, his senses were greeted by the familiar sight of a dark fortification and green Abyssal Fire hovering in the air, as well as low-level Demons with weak auras.

Lin Moyu smirked—he had made the right choice.

Without wasting a second, he summoned his undead legions. A burst of white light shot from his hand, and the half-dead Demon he had brought along became a fresh corpse. He cast Damage Curse on a group of nearby Demons, then hurled the corpse into the air, detonating it mid-flight.

A deafening explosion rocked the city as buildings crumbled, and many Demons perished instantly. The alarm bells of the city began to ring, and just like in the previous city, the central spire activated, raising a defensive barrier.

But Lin Moyu just chuckled darkly. In normal circumstances, this tactic would have worked flawlessly—if the attack had come from outside the city. However, since the attack originated from within, the barrier merely sealed the Demons in, trapping them like rats.

It was clear that the barrier system was automated; there were no Demons stationed in the spire to control it. Lin Moyu suspected that the Demons never considered the possibility that an enemy could launch an attack from inside their city.

"All the better." Lin Moyu muttered coldly.

He gave the order, and the undead legions surged forward. The newly leveled Skeletal Warriors, now at level 38, had become even more powerful. Against low-level Demons under level 40, it was like chopping through butter—one strike was all it took to cut them down. Even the level 40 high-level Demons were not much different. A single skill-powered blow from the Skeletal Warriors would be the end of them; and if not, one or two more strikes would do the job.

The city became flooded with the eerie figures of Skeletal Warriors, each one a harbinger of death. Demons that attempted to flee found themselves trapped by their own barrier, with no way out. Any that tried to take to the skies were swiftly brought down by the precise attacks of the Skeletal Mages, falling from the air like birds with clipped wings.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Moyu was an engine of destruction, detonating corpses to amplify the carnage. The once proud Demon city had turned into a site of disaster, completely unprepared for such devastation. The Abyss had known peace for too long. The Demons had always been the ones launching attacks on others—never had they been on the receiving end of such wrath. Their reaction was sluggish, far slower than what Lin Moyu had witnessed from human armies.

The only escape from this nightmare was the teleportation formation, but it was heavily guarded by the Lich Generals and Skeletal Mages. Lin Moyu had no intention of letting any of them escape. If he was going to kill, he would do it thoroughly—no mercy, no survivors.

A large number of high-level Demons, around level 60, quickly organized themselves and launched an attack on Lin Moyu, their combat prowess considerable. In the wild, they could have caused Lin Moyu some trouble. But within the confines of the city, under the barrier, and surrounded by an abundance of fresh corpses, their fate was sealed—they could only die and become Lin Moyu's new weapons.

No matter their level or strength, every last one of them would fall. At this moment, Lin Moyu was a man possessed by an unstoppable murderous intent. The atrocities committed by Abyssal Demons in the Human World fueled his rage. He recalled the devastation they left behind—the slaughter, the destruction, and the horrifying fact that they had even consumed humans, leaving not even corpses behind.

At least Lin Moyu, and his undead legions, didn’t eat people. That alone made him much better than the Abyssal Demons.

Half an hour later, the once thriving Demon city lay in ruins. Not a single building was left standing. This time, Lin Moyu didn't spare the central spire, destroying it outright before grabbing a severely injured Demon and stepping into the teleportation formation once. His cold determination was unwavering—the slaughter was far from over.

Word of Lin Moyu's massacres spread like wildfire through the Abyss. In just a short span of time, he had razed two Demon cities to the ground. The news sent shockwaves through the entire Abyssal World. The very idea that a human was rampaging through their realm, laying waste to cities, was unthinkable—unacceptable.

A powerful, oppressive aura erupted from a Demon King city and surged toward the city where Lin Moyu was wreaking havoc.

Demon King cities were cities under the direct control of Demon Kings. Although Demon Kings resided in their palaces, they had avatars stationed in the Demon King cities, controlling them directly. At the same time, they also ruled over other cities within their territories.

Upon hearing the news of Lin Moyu's relentless massacres, the Demon King issued urgent orders, and Demons sprang into action at once.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu entered the third Demon city. Everything felt familiar—the barrier, the demonic auras, and the explosions that ensued. His proficiency had grown with each assault, and this time, it took less than half an hour for him to reduce the entire city to rubble.

The murderous aura surrounding Lin Moyu grew even stronger, rising like a thick pillar of smoke into the dark abyssal sky. It was almost tangible, radiating an ominous, suffocating energy. The peaceful month he had spent studying in the Chuangshi Institute's archives felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the bloodshed he now unleashed.

A white light enveloped him as he leveled up once more, reaching level 39 after the destruction of two cities in a row, his strength surging further. With a cold glint in his eyes, he activated the teleportation formation before him.

"It changed..."

The teleportation formation underwent a change. The original list of destinations vanished. Now, only one location remained for him to travel to. Although he couldn’t read the Demon script, he could sense that danger lurked ahead.

"After so long, the Demons must have caught on. They had likely set an intricate trap, just waiting for me to walk into it. Should I proceed or not?"

Without hesitation, Lin Moyu touched the Abyssal Teleportation Stone and decided to go through with it, gripping a level 60 high-ranking Demon corpse in his other hand.

The teleportation process felt longer this time, taking more than 20 seconds—a sign that the destination was far away. As his feet touched the ground, he felt his body sink. A massive force descended from the sky, materializing into a giant fist poised to crush him into pulp.

Lin Moyu’s Bone Armor flared to life, shining brightly as it absorbed the impact. The force was immense, causing his armor to crack and shudder. After barely two seconds, the Bone Armor shattered, unable to withstand the overwhelming power. The remaining force slammed heavily into Lin Moyu.

As his vision cleared, the stasis of the teleportation faded. The sudden attack had destroyed the Bone Armor, and the residual force inflicted significant damage to the undead troops in the summon space.

In the next moment, Lin Moyu unleashed his undead legions and recast Bone Armor. As they soon as the undead troops emerged, the seventeen Lich Generals immediately cast their healing spell, swiftly healing their injuries.

Lin Moyu inhaled deeply. That punch... it was too strong. If not for Summon Health Link, he would have lost at least a thousand skeletons.

"Huh, you actually withstood my punch!" A deep, rumbling voice echoed.

He looked up to see a massive figure standing in midair, radiating a terrifying aura. It was a Demon King.

The Demon King resembled a Minotaur, with horns on its head, but this one had two pairs of wings on its back. Lin Moyu immediately recognized it—he had read about this being before. The Tetrawing Bull King.

He had once been an ordinary Bull Demon, but through a twist of fate, he evolved into a Tetrawing Bull. After continuously leveling up, he ultimately ascended to the rank of Demon King. After leveling up continuously, he eventually became a Demon King. Among the Demon Kings of the Abyss, he was considered relatively weak. But even a “weak” Demon King, at level 90 or higher, was the equivalent of a god-level human powerhouse.

Bitterness crept into Lin Moyu’s heart. He hadn’t expected a Demon King to personally intervene. He realized he'd been a little too overconfident.

Then, something clicked. If this had been the Demon King himself, he would already be dead. This wasn’t the main body—it was just an avatar.

A Demon King usually kept their avatar in their Demon King city, which meant... he must’ve arrived at a Demon King city. The teleportation formation had been tampered with, setting a large trap, and he had walked straight into it.

He scanned the surroundings. Demons filled the area—each one level 60-plus, led by several level 70-plus top-level Demons. Nearly a thousand Demons surrounded him.

"Human, what is your name?"

"You’re only level 39, yet you’ve massacred entire cities."

"And you even survived my punch. Who are you? Why are you hiding your level?"

The Tetrawing Bull King’s voice boomed, accompanied by howling winds.

Lin Moyu remained silent. This was just an avatar, which meant he might still have a chance. If they had met in the wild, he would’ve had no choice but to flee. But here, surrounded by so many Demons, maybe... he could have a shot.

The rune on the back of his hand began to burn.


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