Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 377: The Final Ten Seconds: A Life-and-Death Struggle

The Putrid Corpse Poison inflicted relentless, continuous damage. The higher its potency, the more devastating its effects—eternal and incurable. At least, no cure had been found so far.

Those killed by the poison transformed into Putrid Corpses themselves. Worse still, the poison was highly contagious, capable of spreading rapidly and triggering catastrophic outbreaks.

Fortunately, the Putrid Corpse Land remained sealed, its horrors contained. The only exit was guarded by the Dongfang Family's barrier, which only they could open. While others could pass through, the process required time—a scarce luxury when besieged by such abominations

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from a mountain peak and descended like a tidal wave. Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. This one felt even stronger.

Wielding a massive staff, the new foe swung it down with devastating force. The ground cracked under the impact, a shockwave blasting Lin Moyu’s skeletons away.

The staff swept through the air, transforming into a colossal projection hundreds of meters long. It slammed into the airborne skeletons, hurling them against a mountain peak hundreds of meters away. The collision shook the mountain, awakening yet more Putrid Corpses. Blood-red eyes flared to up, a suffocating wave of terrifying auras surged toward Lin Moyu.

His heart sank, "How many Putrid Corpses are there?"

His senses registered over a hundred at level 80 or higher, an overwhelming force.

Lin Moyu doubted whether he could endure until the end.

The skeletons flung into the mountain were lost to him; Lin Moyu knew that much. Still, reinforcements surged forward. Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen rained attacks from a distance, while Skeletal Berserk Warriors charged headlong into the fray.

Elemental Explosions erupted upon the Putrid Corpse, casting a dazzling display of colors amidst the chaos.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors swung their large axes. At the same time, Bone Fangs shrieked through the air.

The Putrid Corpse swung its staff, conjuring a gigantic staff projection that swept with devastating force.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors attempted to close in but were flung aside, their attacks thwarted before they could land a single blow.

Under the light of the explosions, Lin Moyu finally got a clear look at the monstrous figure. Despite its decayed state, the contours of its form revealed it had once been a human powerhouse. Its immense combat power was unmistakable—far surpassing even the Dragonkind and Demon Putrid Corpses.

Even with the enhancement from the Enhanced Troops skill, the skeletons stood no chance against it. Lin Moyu even suspected that it had reached the God-level.

"So strong!" He muttered, his expression grim.

Realizing the futility of a full-on assault, Lin Moyu ordered the Skeletal Berserk Warriors to advance in staggered waves, sacrificing themselves to buy precious seconds. ŘἈ𐌽о𐌱Ёs̈

Wherever the staff swept, destruction followed, leaving nothing standing in its wake.

Lin Moyu sent a Lich General charging to the forefront.

While Lich Generals lacked offensive power, they possessed the highest defense among all his summons. With a base physique of 270,000, further boosted by the Enhanced Troops skill and their own ability, their physique attribute exceeded 1.1 million.

If anything could withstand the attacks of the staff-wielding Putrid Corpse, it would be the Lich Generals.

Without hesitation, the Lich General surged forward, meeting the staff head-on.

With a resounding crack, the staff struck the Lich General, delivering a devastating blow that left it severely injured. Yet, the Lich General didn’t waver, standing firm as it absorbed the full force of the attack.

The remaining 21 Lich Generals quickly cast their healing skill, allowing it to recover rapidly.

Lin Moyu, seeing the effectiveness of this strategy, made a swift decision. He abandoned any offensive against the staff-wielding Putrid Corpse, relying on the Lich General to hold it at bay.

The tank-like summon took hit after hit, each blow echoing like thunder across the battlefield.

The chaotic clash had reached its 20th second, with over 2,000 skeletons already fallen. Lin Moyu knew without the Enhanced Troops skill, his army wouldn’t have lasted this long ago.

But the clock was ticking. Enhanced Troops had only 15 seconds remaining.

"Within 15 seconds, I must eliminate two..." Lin Moyu's eyes burned with determination.

His focus shifted away from the staff-wielding corpse. Instead, he zeroed on the other Dragonkind and Demon Putrid Corpses.

If he couldn’t eliminate the Dragonkind and Demon Putrid Corpses within 15 seconds, and more arrived after that, they might as well end their own lives then and there.

Lin Moyu gritted his teeth. With the Skeletal Berserk Warriors holding off the Demon Putrid Corpse and the Lich General tanking the staff-wielding Putrid Corpse, he directed the remaining Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen to focus their firepower on the Dragonkind Putrid Corpse.

He himself wasn’t idle. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he unleashed a relentless barrage of Bone Fangs at the Dragonkind Putrid Corpse.

Among the three Putrid Corpse, the Dragonkind Putrid Corpse appeared the weakest, making it the ideal starting point.

These 20 seconds were the most intense of Lin Moyu’s life.

He didn't even have the luxury to cast the Detection spell. Knowing the enemy’s level was irrelevant at this moment—what mattered was eliminating them as quickly as possible.

After six seconds of unrelenting assault, the Dragonkind Putrid Corpse finally disintegrated in midair before collapsing to the ground.

Lin Moyu didn’t pause to celebrate. Without missing a beat, he redirected his focus to the Demon Putrid Corpse.

The Enhance Troops skill had only nine seconds left.

The Demon Putrid Corpse was swarmed with Skeletal Berserk Warriors. Despite being riddled with the corrosive effects of Putrid Corpse Poison, the Skeletal Berserk Warriors pressed on, swinging their massive axes with unyielding resolve. Poison or not, they would fight until their last.

Now bolstered by the firepower of the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen, the tide shifted. The combined assault overwhelmed the Demon Putrid Corpse.

Finally, with just one second remaining on the Enhance Troops skill, the Demon Putrid Corpse was blasted into pieces.

The very next moment, the Enhance Troops skill entered cooldown. The augmented attributes receded like a retreating tide, leaving Lin Moyu's summons weaker and more vulnerable.

At this moment, there were 25 seconds left until the minute was up.

The staff-wielding Putrid Corpse struck again with terrifying force. This time, the Lich General, who had been barely holding on so far, was sent hurtling through the air, disappearing from sight moments later. It was finished.

For the first time since the creation of his undead army, Lin Moyu had lost a Lich General.

Lin Moyu clenched his fists. The next 25 seconds would be even more grueling.

Still, he refrained from urging Dongfang Yao. She was already pushing herself to the limit, and he understood that adding pressure would only backfire.

Instead, he calmed his mind.

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The undead army began to disperse, following his silent command. The staff-wielding Putrid Corpse’s attacks were devastating area-of-effect strikes. Keeping the skeletons bunched together would only lead to their faster demise.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors sprinted across the battlefield, drawing the staff-wielding Putrid Corpse’s attention.

Fortunately, the opponent’s intellect was almost nonexistent. If it had retained its intelligence after becoming a Putrid Corpse, Lin Moyu would have been its first target.

But even as the battle raged, the dormant powerhouses on the mountain peaks began to awaken, one by one.

A massive, decayed tree materialized in the sky. Its grotesque form was covered in rotten branches, its decayed trunk radiating an aura of death and decay. Identifying its species was impossible.

Lin Moyu froze. He recognized it instantly.

In the God of Life’s descriptions of the great war, this entity had been a present.

“The Tree God...” Lin Moyu muttered.

It was a plant-type God, with incredibly powerful vitality, making it nearly impossible to kill.

During the great war, it had caused havoc, slaying indiscriminately. Eventually, it was severely injured by a human powerhouse, yet it refused to die.

It managed to escape the battlefield, but in the end, it succumbed to the forbidden skill and was transformed into a Putrid Corpse.

The forbidden skill swept across the entire world, leaving no living thing within it untouched.

The moment the Tree God appeared, Lin Moyu was struck by an overwhelming chill, and a suffocating sense of danger washed over him.

This creature was more powerful than the staff-wielding Putrid Corpse—and not by a small margin.

The Tree God hovered ominously in the void, its decayed branches drooping low. Then, without warning, the dozens of branches split into hundreds and pierced through space with horrifying speed, sweeping through the skeletons.

The assault was instantaneous and devastating.

The skeletons swept by the branches were crushed instantly, shattering with a resounding bang. They died without any chance to fight back.

At this point, the Comprehensive Link talent had become little more than an empty promise.

Earlier, Lin Moyu had witnessed skeletons being killed outright, making him realize that his talent was not all-powerful. The opponent possessed abilities that could bypass his talent.

The Putrid Corpse tree before him, once a noble God, wielded a similar power.

What was this power? Was it a talent? Or something else entirely? Lin Moyu couldn’t tell. His level and understanding of things were far too low.

In just over two seconds since the Putrid Corpse tree had appeared, more than a thousand skeletons had been obliterated.

At this point, a third of his undead army was gone, reduced to dust and fragments. Now only 10,000 skeletons remained.

And there were still 22 agonizing seconds until the minute was up.

As the undead army’s numbers dwindled, its collapse accelerated. Skeletons fell in droves, the relentless onslaught of the Putrid Corpse Tree carving through their ranks without pause.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing second marked by the demise of his skeletal forces.

Behind Lin Moyu, Dongfang Yao was clearly nearing the end, with the barrier growing increasingly brighter.

“Hold on, just a little longer.” Lin Moyu repeated the mantra in his mind.

Then, another 10 seconds passed. The undead army was reduced to fewer than 4,000 skeletons.

Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. The final 10 seconds would decide everything.

With a flash of light, the Genesis Scepter appeared in his hand. This was his last resort—an artifact of extraordinary power, capable of unleashing three devastating attacks at level 90.

Level 90 was the domain of God-level powerhouses. Whether false God-level or true God-level, reaching level 90 marked an undeniable stage of power.

The moment the Genesis Scepter materialized, the six surrounding mountain peaks trembled violently.

Terrifying auras erupted from every peak, shooting skyward and crashing down on him like an unrelenting wave.

Lin Moyu’s chest tightened. He had made a grave mistake.

The Putrid Corpses inhabiting this land had once fought to the death over the Genesis Scepter. Even in death, their obsession with it had not faded.

By revealing the scepter, Lin Moyu had painted a target on himself.

But what choice did he have? If he didn’t use it, death was all but a certainty.

Above the battlefield, the Putrid Corpse tree locked onto him, and its decayed branches surged forward at lightning speed.

Lin Moyu felt an overwhelming sense of dread, the shadow of death looming over him.

This was it.

Determination blazed in his eyes as he gripped the Genesis Scepter tightly. Raising it high, he aimed at the Putrid Corpse tree.