Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 432: She Shouldn’t Be A Knight, But A Gravekeeper

The Abyssal Blade Demon and Abyssal Sword Demon, trapped within Bone Prisons, watched in dismay as the Skeletal Berserk Warriors charged at them.

These weren't mindless monsters—they were Demons, creatures capable of thought, resistance... and fear.

And fear now consumed them.

"Who is this? Why can't I move?"

Panic surged through their minds. But there was no time to dwell on questions. Hesitation meant death.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors' axes gleamed with a menacing red glow, radiating lethal intent.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

One after another, the Abyssal Blade Demon’s arms exploded. He trembled uncontrollably—the pain was excruciating.

His arms weren’t merely weapons. After reaching level 60, they had become vital components of his survival.

As each arm detonated, a violent force built within him.

When the fourth arm exploded, the Bone Prison binding him finally shattered—and he was free.

But he had no time to savor that freedom. The Skeletal Berserk Warriors' axes were already upon him.

[Berserk Blast (level 2): deals 600% of the user's strength as damage to the target. Cooldown: 10 minutes.]

How strong were these level 50 Skeletal Berserk Warriors?

With the amplification of Lin Moyu’s talent, their strength attribute reached 252,000. Coupled with the 50% buff from the Lich Generals, their strength further rose to nearly 380,000.

Then there was the 600% damage increase on top of that.

A single swing from their axes was nearly enough to kill the Abyssal Blade Demon.

Sensing death closing in, the Abyssal Blade Demon swung his arms—morphing them into massive blades—to block the oncoming axe.

The arms were instantly severed, and blood out gushed like fountains.

With a shriek of agony, the Abyssal Blade Demon shot skyward, fleeing without a single glance back.

To him, those level 50 summons were freaks—utterly terrifying.

The Abyssal Sword Demon, still trapped, received no help. The Abyssal Blade Demon followed the principle: better you than me. fгeewebnovёl.com

In the Abyssal World, the strong devoured the weak—the concept of friendship didn't exist.

As the Abyssal Blade Demon ascended, a scream echoed behind him. He knew. The Abyssal Sword Demon was dead.

Fear gripped him like a vice, and he dared not look back. He just flew.

Bang!

Without warning, he slammed into something solid—like a bronze wall. The impact hurled him backward violently.

Dazed, he looked up—and froze.

Lin Moyu stood before him, clad in shimmering Bone Armor.

In his panic, the Abyssal Blade Demon hadn’t even noticed how drastically his speed had dropped under the effects of the curse—barely a few dozen meters per second.

Lin Moyu moved at 600 meters per second in turn.

There was no escape.

"You can't run!"

At his side, 10 Skeletal Great Mages and 10 Skeletal Marksmen appeared in formation.

Now that Lin Moyu had reached level 50, it was time to test their combat prowess.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors had already proven themselves—it took just a few attacks to kill the Abyssal Sword Demon.

The Abyssal Blade Demon stared in horror as Elemental Explosions erupted and arrows tore through his body.

The Abyssal Blade Demon, already gravely wounded, screamed as he plummeted from the sky.

But the skeletons didn’t pause their assault just because he was falling.

A second barrage of attacks struck.

He endured three volleys of arrows from the Skeletal Marksmen and two volleys of Elemental Explosions from the Skeletal Great Mages.

By the time his broken body hit the ground, the Abyssal Blade Demon was already dead.

In the blink of an eye, both Demons had been annihilated.

Without wasting a second, Lin Moyu summoned a 900-strong undead legion, which surged forward like a dark tide toward the boss.

[Core Stone Beast (boss rank monster)]

[Level: 60]

[Strength: 120,000]

[Agility: 40,000]

[Spirit: 40,000]

[Physique: 120,000]

[Skills: Mighty Slam, Earth Shake]

[Trait: 40% Elemental Damage Reduction, 50% Physical Damage Reduction]

Despite its boss status, the Core Stone Beast was mediocre at best.

It was an ordinary boss monster, and its total attributes barely reached 320,000—not even as strong as the level 55 Crimson Moon Demon.

Bosses generally saw a significant power spike beyond level 60—but clearly, that didn’t apply to the one in front, which had just barely reached level 60.

Deploying a full undead legion against such a middling opponent? Frankly, it was more respect than the boss deserved.

Lin Moyu didn’t even bother watching the battle.

Instead, he descended beside Mu Xianxian, who was still recovering from the shock.

“I saved you again.” He said with a faint smile, “Last time was in the core area too.”

Mu Xianxian blinked, then giggled, “Thanks.”

“Let’s talk business.” Lin Moyu said, getting straight to the point, “I’m heading deeper into the core area—and you’re coming with me.”

Mu Xianxian didn’t hesitate, “Sure, no problem.”

Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes, “It might be dangerous this time. Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Mu Xianxian shook her head, “I’m not afraid. With you around, I’m not going to die.”

Lin Moyu chuckled. He couldn’t tell if she was truly fearless… or if she just had too much faith in him.

[Killed Core Stone Beast, EXP +1,800,000]

[Obtained Core Sword]

[Obtained Core Sword through Collection]

[Core Sword (Knight exclusive): platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,800, increases the power of Knight-type skills by 80%.]

[Core Sword (Knight exclusive): platinum rank weapon, all attributes +2,800, increases the power of Knight-type skills by 80%.]

The two pieces of equipment were nothing special. Lin Moyu gave them a passing glance before tossing them into his storage space.

His standards had risen—gear like this no longer interested him.

Mu Xianxian’s eyes sparkled like stars, “You’ve gotten so awesome.”

She was still as pure as a blank sheet of paper—every emotion written plainly on her face.

Whatever she thought, she said. No pretense.

Lin Moyu didn’t bother with false modesty, “I’m alright. Anyway, do you need a break?”

Mu Xianxian shook her head, “No need. I can rest while we travel.”

Her attributes leaned toward the Warrior class—a sturdy physique and rapid regeneration.

Although she’d been injured and drained earlier, a few minutes had been enough for her to recover significantly.

As long as she wasn’t actively fighting, she would recover fast.

Lin Moyu chose to continue on foot rather than fly—the core area wasn’t suited for it.

Compared to his last venture into the core area, this time was far easier.

With just a single undead legion paving the way, Lin Moyu didn’t need to lift a finger.

The ordinary monsters in the core area couldn’t stop their advance.

Half a day later, Mu Xianxian had fully recovered and resumed her duties with enthusiasm.

Colorful flashes lit up the battlefield as Collection burst like fireworks.

“You don’t really have to do this.” Lin Moyu said, glancing at her, “These monsters don’t drop anything worthwhile.”

He had no interest in the materials or items dropped by these ordinary monsters.

After all, they were just level 60-something common mobs—at best, they dropped some platinum-grade materials. Nothing rare. Nothing valuable.

But Mu Xianxian shook her head, “It’s still worth something, even if it’s just a little. Sister Yeyu said we’ll need a lot of money later.”

“At level 60, you need Intermediate Skill Scrolls. Then at level 70 and 80, it’s Advanced Skill Scrolls.”

“Otherwise, without them, I won’t be able to awaken any new skills.”

Lin Moyu listened quietly. It was then he remembered—Mu Xianxian’s class was also a little unusual.

Collection Master. An obscure class. Even in Xiajing Academy, there were no instructors for it.

Just like him, she had no choice but to rely on Skill Scrolls.

And if she didn’t trigger a class sublimation at level 70, she’d have no choice but to use Advanced Skill Scrolls to unlock her level 70 skills.

Each Advanced Skill Scroll cost 100 million. And it wasn’t just one or two. She might need dozens, maybe even hundreds.

After a moment of silence, Lin Moyu asked, “Aren’t you angry at them?”

“Angry?” Mu Xianxian blinked, confused for a second—then understood who he meant.

She shook her head softly, “No. Why would I be?”

“Jialan Yeyu could’ve lured the Abyssal Demons away. She’s a Knight—her chances of surviving would’ve been better than yours.”

“And she might have planted a soul brand. She could’ve been resurrected.”

Lin Moyu spoke his thoughts plainly.

Mu Xianxian shook her head again—this time more vigorously, “It’s not the same. Sister Yeyu is better suited at leading the girls to escape."

“And besides.” She smiled, “I have a soul brand too. I would’ve resurrected if I died.”

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed slightly in surprise.

A soul brand wasn’t something ordinary people could afford to enjoy.

Only the most outstanding individuals in major families were granted such a precious safeguard.

Mu Xianxian smiled gently, “Sister Yeyu and I grew up together. She’s the one who helped me plant the soul brand.”

Lin Moyu nodded in realization.

Mu Xianxian wasn’t just pure—she was kindhearted. A genuinely good girl.

A strange thought suddenly crossed Lin Moyu’s mind, “Do you think they’ll erect a tombstone for you?”

Mu Xianxian answered without hesitation, “Definitely. Sister Yeyu will for sure.”

Lin Moyu had the feeling Jialan Yeyu might actually enjoy erecting tombstones.

She really shouldn't have been a Knight.

She was more suited to being a gravekeeper.

Roar!

A thunderous roar cut through their conversation.

A massive boss emerged ahead, towering and menacing.