Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 416: Everything Is Ready: The Finishing Move Begins!

This time, Soul Blaze hit even harder—the pain had doubled.

The Demon King's shriek echoed through the burning battlefield, its eyes blazing with hatred.

A Death Ray surged out, and flames engulfed the land.

But under the effect of Deterioration Curse, its movements were sluggish.

By the time it fired the Death Ray, Lin Moyu had already dodged to the side.

The Death Ray grazed him, shattering his Bone Armor again and injuring his undead army.

Lin Moyu’s counterattack was immediate—Soul Blaze struck once more, drawing fresh screams from the Fire Demon King.

Even an Abyssal Demon King couldn’t fully resist the curse.

It could break the curse, yes—but it required a brief moment. Half a second at most.

Lin Moyu had to delay it as much as possible, extending the curse’s duration, even if only for half a second.

Soul Blaze did just that, keeping the Fire Demon King locked in agony, too distracted to dispel the curse.

Driven mad by pain, the Fire Demon King’s body broke out with hundreds of secondary eyes.

The sight sent a chill down Lin Moyu’s spine. It was truly horrifying.

Each eye lit up, unleashing Death Ray in a blinding barrage of lethal beams.

“Damn it!”

There was no room to dodge—he had no choice but to endure.

His Bone Armor had long since been shattered, and there was no time to recast it.

While weaving through the deadly onslaught, Lin Moyu focused everything on maintaining Soul Blaze, keeping the curse locked in place.

He couldn’t spare a single moment for defense.

“Heh… you’ve gotten stronger. But how long can you hold out? Don’t humans have a story about a cat playing with a mouse? This feels just like that, don’t you think?”

The Fire Demon King laughed darkly, its attacks relentless, never letting up.

Lin Moyu dodged as best he could under the rain of Death Rays, looking slightly ragged.

But he was no longer the same as before.

He was now level 48—far stronger than during their last encounter.

The journey to the Ancestral Land had supercharged his growth, massively boosting his physique and greatly raising his defenses.

Now, his physique had reached a staggering 87,616.

He commanded 28 undead legions, totaling 23,520 skeletons, with an additional 840 in the summon space—plus 28 Lich Generals, each with powerful physique and health.

With that kind of power backing him, Lin Moyu was far more resilient.

As long as he didn’t take a direct hit from the Fire Demon King’s main eyes for too long—he could endure.

While Lin Moyu continued to evade, his true plan was already unfolding.

From the depths of the canyon, thousands of Skeletal Berserker Warriors climbed upward—each carrying a corpse.

The monsters in the canyon had been wiped out by the undead army.

On the surface, it looked like Lin Moyu was simply drawing monsters across Plateau No. 3, but in truth, his forces had already secretly cleared the canyon, creating a massive stockpile of corpses.

And it didn’t stop there.

Plateau No. 3 was also littered with bodies. The same was happening across Plateaus No. 2 and No. 1, where more undead troops had been dispatched.

They moved in silence, killing monsters and transporting their corpses—nonstop.

“Begin.”

The moment had come.

Lin Moyu suddenly shifted direction, moving closer to the Fire Demon King.

The Lich Generals materialized in front of him. The moment they appeared, they charged forward like madmen, straight toward the Fire Demon King.

All the while, they cast their healing spell in rapid succession—healing themselves and the undead army.

Among Lin Moyu’s summons, the Lich Generals were the toughest—their physique, after buffs, exceeded 460,000. Taking them down was harder than killing Lin Moyu himself.

The Fire Demon King let out a mocking laugh, thinking Lin Moyu was already at his limit.

“Using summons as meat shields now? How long can you keep this up?”

Death Rays blasted down, hammering the tall Lich Generals.

Lin Moyu and his vanguard had drawn the Fire Demon King's full attention. So much so, it failed to notice the Skeletal Berserker Warriors creeping in from behind, carrying corpses.

Then—one corpse was quietly flung into the air.

The fire in Lin Moyu’s hand suddenly vanished. He had changed skills.

Skill: Corpse Explosion!

Boom!

The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky. The Fire Demon King let out a low, muffled groan.

The blast had come from the corpse of a level 52 monster—on its own, it wouldn’t do much. But with the curse and skill bonuses, it still managed to deal damage.

Then came more. One corpse after another was hurled into the air, followed by a chain of relentless explosions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen emerged in droves, unleashing spells and volleys in perfect coordination.

The Skeletal Berserker Warriors threw the corpses. The Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen attacked without pause.

The Fire Demon King burst into a dazzling light as the elements detonated violently.

Neither the spells nor the arrows could pierce its body.

The roaring flames cloaking its form acted as natural armor, burning and deflecting every attack.

These attacks were far too weak to threaten a Demon King rank being.

Only Corpse Explosion managed to do anything—but even then, just a sliver of damage.

Its defenses were monstrous—so overwhelming, it bordered on hopeless.

“Weak… too weak! I was too cautious. So this is all you’re capable of?”

The Fire Demon King burst into wild laughter, realizing it had been far too wary.

After all, Lin Moyu was just a small fry, not even level 50.

To a level 90 Demon King, Lin Moyu was little more than a bug. A mildly annoying one, at best.

Soul Blaze caused pain, yes—but not enough damage to be a real threat.

Corpse Explosion looked flashy, but barely scratched the surface.

And the undead army? They couldn't even break through its defenses.

The Lich Generals served as little more than tanks—durable, yes, but not dangerous.

“So this is your true strength? All that effort… and it means nothing. You’ve done nothing but make me feel some pain!”

“No matter how many summons you bring, they won’t save you. Tremble, insect—death is upon you!”

The Fire Demon King’s voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with scorn and unshakable confidence.

The flames around the Fire Demon King flared violently, linking with the Abyssal Fire that engulfed the dungeon.

The Abyssal Fire surged, feeding it more power—amplifying its strength further.

Its attacks grew fiercer. Its defense, slightly weaker.

Having confirmed that Lin Moyu’s attacks lacked the power to threaten it, the Fire Demon King dropped its guard, choosing offense over defense.

Lin Moyu immediately felt the difference—his Lich Generals were taking far more damage than before.

At this rate, the Lich Generals wouldn’t last ten seconds.

But it didn’t matter. The plan was already in motion.

All those earlier explosions came from old corpses. Of course, they hadn’t done much damage.

The Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen were only level 48. No matter how strong their attributes were, their damage couldn’t break through the Fire Demon King's overwhelming defense. That was expected.

Because that wasn’t the real attack. This was.

He only had one shot—one chance to kill the Fire Demon King in one go.

A glowing Primordial Rune lit up on the back of Lin Moyu’s hand. A beam of light burst forth, sweeping across his entire undead army.

Skill: Enhance Troops.

[Enhance Troops: for 30 seconds, increases all basic attributes of the host and their summons by 200%, and all attacks deal an additional 500% of damage. Cooldown: 1 hour.]

In that instant, the battlefield changed. The skeletons exploded with power.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors, whose four attributes were already at 190,000 thanks to the talent’s amplification, now surged to 570,000 under Enhance Troops. With the Lich Generals' 40% buff, they skyrocketed to 798,000—nearly 800,000.

The Skeletal Great Mages’ spirit attribute soared to an insane 1.3 million. The Skeletal Marksmen’s attributes also skyrocketed.

And that wasn’t all—every attack now carried 500% increased damage. The total offensive output had spiked over tenfold.

The Lich Generals’ physique climbed to nearly 1.4 million, their tanking ability now absurd. The damage they had just taken was healed almost instantly.

Then, more corpses were thrown—fresh corpses, numbering in the hundreds.

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The finishing move had begun.