Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 482: All Within Calculation

The ninth and final passage was by far the most difficult.

According to the map Antares provided, passing through this corridor would lead to the giant crystal. Once there, dripping Antares’ blood onto it would finalize their deal.

While waiting for Undying Ring’s cooldown to pass, Lin Moyu had already devised a meticulous strategy, and now he was executing it step by step.

So long as nothing unexpected occurred, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Lin Moyu disliked surprises. He always prepared multiple contingencies.

Leaving 10,000 Skeletal Marksmen outside the passage was one such contingency.

After entering, the path behind him vanished. Lin Moyu immediately attempted to recall a Skeletal Marksman.

It worked. Relief washed over him.

The disappearance of the path hadn’t disrupted his ability to summon or recall his skeletons.

As he advanced, lightning flickered and burst in silence.

Compared to when he first entered the Lightning Burial Canyon, the lightning’s power had increased by 5.5 times.

Against it, his Bone Armor, which was equivalent to 310,000 physique, was like paper.

After pushing forward just 500 meters, Lin Moyu was forced to take a break.

While resting, he looked up at the sky. Three shimmering stars gleamed overhead.

The stars represented three level 83 Thunderlight Divine Beasts.

He took a deep breath and pressed on.

At the 990-meter mark, he halted again and recalled the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

Then, without hesitation, he dashed forward.

The moment he crossed the 1,000-meter mark, the three stars above fell.

Bathed in starlight, three Thunderlight Divine Beasts emerged, charging directly at him.

With a flash of red light, the curse descended. At the same moment, a blue Ice Lich materialized.

The Thunderlight Divine Beasts immediately slowed.

Without looking back, Lin Moyu lured them deeper into the passage.

Lich Generals, stationed both inside and outside the passage, worked tirelessly to heal the undead forces. As long as his army remained, Lin Moyu wouldn’t die.

He sprinted at full speed, ignoring the bursts of lightning, covering over 2,000 meters in one go

He was now approximately 3,000 meters from the entrance of the passage, a distance he had calculated carefully.

Even if all three Thunderlight Divine Beasts detonated simultaneously, it should be far enough to escape the blast radius.

The Lightning Burial Canyon operated by fixed rules. Nothing happened by chance.

Whether it was the Thunderlight Divine Beasts appearing at the 1,000-meter mark or their self-destruction, everything followed a set pattern.

Lin Moyu had already deciphered most of those rules. He knew exactly how to proceed.

5,000 Skeletal Berserk Warriors materialized, surrounding the Thunderlight Divine Beasts and diverting their focus.

Lin Moyu retreated swiftly, putting over 1,000 meters between himself and the Thunderlight Divine Beasts.

He didn’t use Enhance Troops yet. Instead, he retrieved the Poison God’s Blood Essence and began summoning a Poison Lich.

Moments later, a volatile, unstable Poison Lich emerged, then launched forward in a blur.

The three Thunderlight Divine Beasts, encircled by the Skeletal Berserk Warriors, were tightly grouped—just as Lin Moyu had planned.

Now was the perfect moment.

If the Poison Lich self-destructed successfully, it could poison all three at once.

This way, he wouldn’t have to endure the Thunderlight Divine Beasts’ Thunder Wrath, nor suffer the damage from their self-destruction.

After releasing the Poison Lich, Lin Moyu retreated even further as a precaution.

Within his summon space, he still kept 5,000 Skeletal Berserk Warriors in reserve just in case.

If the poison failed to kill them, these skeletons could deliver the finishing blow.

After all, among his undead forces, the Skeletal Berserk Warriors had the highest explosive damage, especially when empowered by Enhance Troops.

Lin Moyu had calculated every possible outcome, minimizing the risk of any surprises.

As the Poison Lich advanced, bolts of lightning hammered it from all sides, making its aura more and more chaotic.

Lin Moyu watched intently, concerned that the Poison Lich might detonate prematurely under the lightning assault.

Only when it reached the precise detonation point did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With a silent flash, a cloud of green gas exploded, engulfing all three Thunderlight Divine Beasts.

The Poison Lich’s blast radius wasn’t wide—only 30 to 40 meters.

But the Thunderlight Divine Beasts were enormous, each about 20 meters long.

Had Lin Moyu’s calculations been even slightly off, the poison wouldn't have reached them all.

Within the dense poisonous cloud, the Thunderlight Divine Beasts’ bodies began to decay rapidly.

They weren’t truly living beings, so they let out no screams.

As their forms decayed, bolts of lightning began leaking uncontrollably, flickering wildly through the canyon.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed sharply. He finally understood that the Thunderlight Divine Beasts were composed entirely of the lightning element.

Every inch of their bodies was made of pure lightning, something he hadn’t realized until now.

As their forms decayed and torrents of lightning spilled out, the truth struck him.

They were Battle Puppets forged solely from lightning.

To create such puppets... how unimaginably powerful must their creator have been?

Compared to them, the Dragonkind’s Battle Puppets were mere toys, completely outclassed.

A sudden surge of lightning jolted Lin Moyu to his senses.

He retreated instantly, his undead army in the passage following suit.

At this moment, the Thunderlight Divine Beasts were about to trigger their self-destruction.

Their mechanism was clear: once a critical damage threshold was crossed, detonation was inevitable.

The Poison Lich’s explosion had driven them to the brink just over a second, bypassing their Thunder Wrath skill.

Now, with barely two seconds to act, Lin Moyu fled with all his might.

Lightning ripped through the passage as the three Thunderlight Divine Beasts exploded, releasing a devastating blast that engulfed a 2,000-meter radius.

Every Skeletal Berserk Warrior in the passage was annihilated, without exception.

Yet this time, compared to the previous two explosions, the losses were smallest.

Thanks to the Poison God’s Blood Essence and the hard-earned lessons of two prior encounters, Lin Moyu had minimized the damage.

When the lightning faded, the passage was completely empty, except for the green poison that would linger for a long time.

In the sky, the three reappeared, now dim, needing a long time to regain their brilliance.

“It’s finally over…” Lin Moyu exhaled and moved forward.

“Huh? No lightning?”

As he advanced, the expected lightning never appeared. After a brief moment of thought, he understood. The trial was over.

Defeating the three Thunderlight Divine Beasts meant he had fully cleared the test.

If even they had fallen, then the passage’s lightning was no longer necessary, rendered obsolete.

Lin Moyu could roughly infer the trial designer’s intent.

He recalled his undead troops, then began summoning new Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

By the time he crossed the full 10,000-meter passage, his undead army was once again complete.

With Enhance Troops, Undying Ring, the Poison God’s Blood Essence, and Solidified Fire God’s Blood Essence, he lacked nothing.

His combat power had reached its peak, filling him with confidence. His mindset now stood in stark contrast to when he had first arrived in the lower layer.

Beyond the passage lay a small square.

At its far end stood a colossal crystal, fused with the canyon.

Lin Moyu didn’t rush forward. He stopped just before the square, eyes sharp and alert.

This was the final stage. He couldn’t afford a single misstep.

The square was etched with countless strange runes.

Lin Moyu didn’t recognize them, but they felt familiar. He had seen similar runes before.

They were God runes, a form of language used by the Gods.

Used for everything from conveying information to constructing powerful formations, these runes served many purposes.

The circular square before him, covered in such symbols, clearly resembled a magic formation.

Lin Moyu studied it for a long time, but its secrets remained elusive.

One thing was certain: to reach the crystal at the far end, he would have to cross it.

He hesitated. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips, “Why am I overthinking this? There’s no turning back.”

Caution was pointless now. The only path was forward.

He commanded his undead army to remain outside the square, then took a breath and stepped in.

At that instant, the entire square came alive—runes glowing, the ground trembling.

Scores of purple crystals erupted from beneath the surface, radiant and beautiful, lightning crackling within them.

These crystals were infused with the lightning element.

Before Lin Moyu could react, they shot toward him like bolts of lightning, drilling into his body.