Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

It was rare for humans to infiltrate the Abyss.

To the Abyssal Demons, they were the invaders of the Human World, not the other way around. Even when humans occasionally entered the Abyssal World, they usually became nothing more than food for the Demons. Moreover, for someone to kill so many Abyssal Demons like Lin Moyu, it was quite a rare occurrence.

After all, Lin Moyu was just a level 37 low-level class user, far from a god-level powerhouse. His presence was like a slap in the face to the Abyss. The Abyssal Sword Demons, determined to reclaim their honor, vowed to kill him. Sword Energy filled the air, instantly shredding any corpses thrown their way.

Among the many Demons of the Abyss, the Abyssal Sword Demons ranked in the top ten for strength at the same level. Moreover, once they reached level 70, they could be promoted to elite Demons, gaining even more incredible power.

Nearly a hundred Abyssal Sword Demons gathered now, their overwhelming momentum filling the battlefield. Sword Energy crisscrossed the sky, forming a deadly net.

Lin Moyu tried using corpses several times, but they couldn’t even get close. Only his Skeletal Mages' spells could deal damage, but due to the distance and the Abyssal Sword Demons’ agility, the effect was minimal.

Both sides were locked in a stalemate, separated by hundreds of meters. While the Abyssal Sword Demons’ attacks were fierce, they weren't enough to annihilate the undead army.

"If only I had a flight restriction skill." Lin Moyu thought, "Or if I could fly!"

His inability to fly or restrict flight was his biggest weakness at the moment.

Some of the Demons that survived noticed this and began launching long-range attacks, mimicking the Abyssal Sword Demons. Abyssal energy turned into beams of black light aimed at the undead troops, but these attacks were much weaker by comparison, and Lin Moyu easily ignored them.

With a profound look in his eyes, Lin Moyu commanded his undead legions to advance.

The standoff was pointless.

Despite the barrage of attacks, Lin Moyu led his undead forces around the lake and moved toward the source of the direction the Demons had come from. He wanted to see what lay there.

The weak attacks posed no threat to the undead troops. Seeing Lin Moyu completely disregard their efforts, the Abyssal Sword Demons were left stunned.

"Is this guy really human? Why does he feel more like a world boss?"

"Are our attacks too weak?"

"No, it's those skeletons of his—they're ridiculously strong. We should be targeting the Summoner."

"But he's hiding within the skeletal army. Our attacks can't reach him."

"It seems like only top-level Demons could even pose a threat to him."

"When did humans get such a terrifying class? This feels even more troublesome than the Earth Knight class of legend!"

"Luckily, he can't fly or use flight restriction. Otherwise, we'd be in real trouble."

Frustrated and unable to deal with the relentless undead army, the Abyssal Sword Demons could only trail behind them in pursuit.

The undead legions moved with incredible speed. In a matter of moments, they left the lake behind and entered a forest on the other side.

After pushing through the forest, Lin Moyu's eyes gleamed—there, in the distance, stood a massive city. Abyssal Fire burned fiercely within, casting a green glow across the landscape. The black outwall and flickering green flames gave the entire city a ghostly, menacing appearance.

"So, there are cities in the Abyss too?" Lin Moyu murmured.

This sight wasn’t something mentioned in any book. What Lin Moyu now faced was uncharted territory. Though he couldn't see inside the outwall, he could feel the presence of countless Demons. Their demonic aura was impossible to miss.

The massive city gate stood wide open, with Demons standing guard atop the towering outwall. Lin Moyu touched the Abyssal Teleportation Stone in his pocket, a cold expression crossing his face, "Let's attack the city."

In the past, it had always been the Demons who assaulted human cities. Now, the tables had turned.

Lin Moyu gave the command, and the undead legions surged forward like an unstoppable dragon, charging directly at the Demon city with terrifying speed.

The Demons in the air watched in stunned disbelief.

"How dare he!"

"This human must be insane. No human has ever attacked an abyssal city!"

"Even at the height of the Dragonkind's power, they never dared do such a thing."

"It's always been us attacking human cities. Why has it flipped now?"

The Demons knew they had to stop Lin Moyu. However, they couldn’t. They didn’t dare to descend, knowing full well that if they did, it would be a death sentence.

Frantically, they attacked from the sky, unleashing powerful Sword Energy upon the skeletons below. But their efforts were in vain. The undead troops simply ignored the strikes, and with just a few casual healing spells from the Lich Generals, any damage was undone.

On the dark abyssal landscape, the undead legions, bathed in a golden light, charged toward the Demon city like an unstoppable golden dragon. The Demons stationed on the outwall finally spotted Lin Moyu, and panic erupted. Alarm bells rang out across the city.

At the center of the city stood a towering spire, over a hundred meters tall. It was instantly activated, emitting a radiant light that gave rise to a massive barrier, meant to shield the city from the oncoming assault.

Lin Moyu, unfazed, gave a simple command: "Throw me."

Without hesitation, two Skeletal Warriors on either side of him hurled him like a cannonball toward the barrier. Just as he made it inside, the barrier fully closed, sealing off the city—and locking out the undead legions.

The Abyssal Sword Demons chasing from above came to an abrupt stop. The barrier not only blocked the undead legions, but also blocked them. Dread began to creep in as they realized that Lin Moyu had successfully entered the city.

"Why even bother with the barrier if the Summoner himself got inside?" A Demon muttered, despair settling in.

They halted their attacks, knowing that their efforts were now completely useless. All they could do was watch helplessly from the outside.

Moments later, the undead legions outside the barrier vanished, only to reappear inside the barrier in a flash of white light. The expressions of the Abyssal Sword Demons watching from the sky grew increasingly grim, as the humiliation became harder to bear with each passing moment.

The undead legions charged toward the city, the outwall and gate unable to stop their advance. The Skeletal Mages unleashed a relentless barrage of spells, and despite the outwall’s apparent sturdiness, it couldn’t withstand the onslaught.

The barrier, the city's strongest line of defense, had already failed to stop Lin Moyu. With a deafening crash, the outwall collapsed, and the undead troops stormed into the city.

Demon guards rushed forward to intercept them—many were above level 40, some even exceeding level 50—but none could withstand the ferocity of the undead legions. By the time they realized their efforts were futile, it was already too late. The skeletons gave them no opportunity to retreat.

The corpses retrieved from the secret realm had withered and lost their health. However, new ones were about to be created. As a Demon fell to a Skeletal Warrior's blade, his corpse was quickly claimed by a skeleton.

Lin Moyu's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, "A fresh corpse."

Outside the barrier, the Abyssal Demons felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Lin Moyu's expression.

“It’s over.” A Demon muttered, closing his eyes in despair.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound erupted, and the battlefield turned into chaos. Demons engaged in combat with the Skeletal Warriors fell like wheat before a scythe. One corpse became the catalyst for destruction, rapidly multiplying into more. Soon, a chain of explosions echoed throughout the city.

The barrier stood only about 200 meters high, while the range of Corpse Explosion reached 240 meters. Even if Demons flew to the barrier's highest point, they still couldn't escape the blasts.

Lin Moyu and his undead legions moved like a force of nature through the Demon city, leaving devastation in their wake. Explosions rippled through the streets, and while the barrier itself remained intact after dozens of direct hits, the city within was crumbling, leaving the once-great Demon city riddled with debris and ruins. Countless Demons perished in the explosions.

Lin Moyu didn’t bother keeping track of the death toll. His focus remained solely on his task.

Amid the destruction, a faint white light surrounded him—he had leveled up. Even as he leveled up, the explosions raged on.

In the past, it was always the Abyssal Demons invading the Human World, leaving cities in ruins. But now, it was Lin Moyu’s turn to lay waste to a city in the Abyss.

In just over a dozen minutes, the city was desolate. The only structures left standing were the central spire and a teleportation formation. Lin Moyu had deliberately spared these.

He crushed a Demon Core Fragment in his hand, and a demonic aura began to envelop him. Then, he dismissed the undead legions and dragged a Demon, still alive but with severed limbs, into the teleportation formation and vanished.

Outside the barrier, the Abyssal Demons who had witnessed the slaughter felt their scalps tingle with fear. Their faces were a mixture of shock and disbelief.

“This... is getting completely out of control.” A Demon whispered. The others could only nod, their expressions grim.