Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

The seemingly insignificant beam carried immense power. The Bloodthirsty Python's supposedly impenetrable scales shattered instantly under its attack, sending blood splattering everywhere. Its blood, tinged with a faint yellow hue, dripped to the ground, intensifying the stench of blood in the air.

As soon as Lin Moyu caught a whiff, a primal urge surged within him—a desire to rush forward and consume the python's blood.

A Grand Councillor aboard the warship immediately acted, darting into the air with a massive crystal bottle in hand, collecting every last drop of the blood.

At that moment, Lin Moyu realized why it was called the Bloodthirsty Python. It wasn't the python that was bloodthirsty; its blood triggered an uncontrollable craving in those who encountered it.

Yan Kuangsheng sneered, "Bloodthirsty Python meat may be great, but its blood? Not worth much."

Lin Moyu thought for a moment and then remarked, "Even an ant, small as it is, is still meat."

Yan Kuangsheng burst into laughter. "Well said! Even an ant, small as it is, is still meat."

The Bloodthirsty Python, enraged by the attack, whipped its massive tail with terrifying speed. Lin Moyu couldn’t even follow its movement.

In an instant, the python’s tail slammed into the warship. The ship’s protective shield distorted and deformed, on the verge of shattering. A Grand Councillor pressed his hands against the warship, and it glowed brightly as the shield stabilized.

The warship launched another attack, not with a thin beam this time, but a hundred-meter-long blade, slashing towards the Bloodthirsty Python. In response, the horns on the python’s head flashed, releasing a barrage of lightning bolts that collided with the giant blade. Both attacks canceled each other out, vanishing into the empty space.

The Bloodthirsty Python lashed out with its tail again, striking hundreds of times in an instant, each hit reverberating like thunder. The warship’s shield rippled under the assault, and terrifying waves of energy rippled through the space.

The Grand Councillors left the warship and launched a full-scale assault on the Bloodthirsty Python.

For the first time, Lin Moyu noticed that they had formed a well-coordinated party—Knight, Warrior, Mage, and Archer. Two other Grand Councillors remained aboard the warship, clearly serving as Healer and support.

The group assembled into a formation and engaged the Bloodthirsty Python, treating it like a boss.

Lin Moyu’s eyes sparkled with excitement. It was rare to witness such a high-level fight firsthand.

Yan Kuangsheng still appeared unimpressed, "Just watch. Don’t take it too seriously. Real god-level experts don’t fight like this."

Lin Moyu was astonished. "They don’t? Then how do they fight? Aren’t class users supposed to team up? Aren’t god-level powerhouses class users too?"

Yan Kuangsheng chuckled, "Have you ever seen god-level powerhouses forming a party?"

Of course, Lin Moyu hadn't. He had never even seen a god-level powerhouse in action before. The brief exchange between Yan Kuangsheng and Bai Yiyuan the other day didn’t really count.

Yan Kuangsheng continued, "God-level powerhouses are called 'god' because they don’t need any assistance. They don’t rely on parties to unleash their full combat power. They fight when they want, and leave when they want, free from the burden of parties. But until you reach that level, you won’t understand. Eventually, Bai Yiyuan will teach you. No need for me to waste my breath."

Lin Moyu struggled to grasp the concept. But thinking back, Bai Yiyuan had always acted alone. He never teamed up with anyone, and the records of his battles always portrayed him as a solitary figure. Lin Moyu had once wondered, "Didn’t Bai Yiyuan need healing or status buffs like others?"

Yan Kuangsheng added, "Remember this: there’s a massive difference between level 89 peak-level class users, level 90 fake gods, and level 90 gods. Neither peak-level class users nor fake gods stand a chance against real gods. Even a team of a dozen-plus fake gods wouldn’t be enough."

Lin Moyu nodded, "I’ll keep that in mind."

He knew that in the later stage, a single level difference could mean a lot. But according to Yan Kuangsheng, the gap could reach incredible proportions, to the point that even a team of level 89 peak-level class users couldn't beat a level 90 god-level expert.

Yan Kuangsheng continued, "However, there are exceptions. Some level 89 peak-level class users have touched the threshold of godhood and can be considered quasi-gods. In fact, they might even surpass level 90 fake gods in strength."

Lin Moyu immediately thought of the Chuangshi Institute’s Dean Mo. He had seen Dean Mo fight several times, and each time, the means Dean Mo employed were beyond Lin Moyu's comprehension.

Bai Yiyuan had also mentioned that Mo Xinghe was likely to become the next god-level powerhouse in the empire. Perhaps this was what Yan Kuangsheng meant by quasi-god. Still, with Lin Moyu’s current level, it was beyond his understanding.

As the battle reached its climax, the Grand Councillors unleashed their full power, while the Bloodthirsty Python, clearly growing weaker, teetered on the brink of defeat.

Seizing the moment, the Grand Councillor controlling the warship released a powerful aura, sending a massive blade slicing through the air at lightning speed. Blood splattered across the space as a segment of the Bloodthirsty Python’s tail was severed. The segment was over five meters long—an enormous chunk.

Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed. That single chunk was hundreds of times larger than what he had eaten before. However, to his shock, the severed tail rapidly shrank, dwindling to less than half a meter in length within seconds. He was left dumbfounded.

Yan Kuangsheng grinned, his smile tinged with disdain, "Once a Bloodthirsty Python’s flesh is separated from its body, all impurities are purged, leaving only the pure essence. That piece is enough for five people."

"The tail meat, though." Yan Kuangsheng continued, "Is of the lowest quality. Aside from its size, it’s nothing special. At best, it’ll boost the attributes by 1,500 points."

It was clear Yan Kuangsheng, having dealt with the Bloodthirsty Python many times, was all too familiar with its properties.

Lin Moyu asked, puzzled, "Looking at the way things are going, doesn't it seem like they have a chance to actually kill the Bloodthirsty Python?"

Yan Kuangsheng burst out laughing, "Not a chance! If they don’t retreat fast enough, they might not make it out alive. But don’t worry—since I’m here, they won’t die."

Despite his dismissive tone, Yan Kuangsheng wasn’t entirely indifferent. After all, these Grand Councillors were from the Shenxia Empire, and he couldn’t just stand by and let them perish.

Sure enough, just as Yan Kuangsheng predicted, the Grand Councillors, after securing a piece of the Bloodthirsty Python's flesh, hurriedly retreated to the warship. It looked like they were fleeing for their lives.

"Quick, let's go!" A Grand Councillor shouted urgently, his tone making it evident they were desperate.

Dongfang Yao was confused. Why the sudden urgency? Weren’t they winning? The battle seemed to be going smoothly. In her view, killing the Bloodthirsty Python didn’t seem that difficult. Yet now they were rushing to escape.

Although full of questions, she kept them to herself. Her father, Dongfang Yi, had instructed her before they set out to follow the Grand Councillors' guidance in everything—observe more, speak less, or not at all.

Just then, the Bloodthirsty Python let out an eerie, otherworldly roar—like a child crying out for help after being bullied. The sound broke through the speed of sound and spread across the space.

"Hurry up!" The Grand Councillors grew more frantic.

"We're going as fast as we can!" Shouted the Councillor controlling the warship.

At that point, the vessel was already flying at maximum speed, streaking toward the distance like a beam of light.

Yan Kuangsheng chuckled darkly, "Watch carefully. Now the real show begins. Tell me, do you think they can escape?"

Lin Moyu was completely confused, thinking to himself, "How would I know? I don't even understand what’s happening."

But in the next moment, his eyes widened in shock. The warship, which had been racing at incredible speed, suddenly came to a complete stop, as if frozen in midair, unable to advance even an inch. The protective shield around it began to buckle, distorting under immense pressure.

An overwhelming smell of blood filled the air, seeping into Lin Moyu’s nose. He swallowed hard, feeling a gnawing hunger deep inside him, as if some irresistible delicacy had just appeared before him.

Then, a monstrous sight appeared. A terrifying Bloodthirsty Python, over a thousand meters long, emerged. Its sheer size dwarfed anything Lin Moyu had ever seen—its massive claws alone spanned two to three hundred meters each. One enormous claw gripped the warship firmly, holding it in place. No matter how much the Grand Councillor controlling the vessel tried, it wouldn’t budge an inch.

Lin Moyu could scarcely believe such a creature existed. One thought flashed through his mind: “God-level world boss.”

Aboard the warship, the faces of the Grand Councillors, including Dongfang Yao, turned deathly pale. Panic set in.

"How did it get here so fast?"

"It wasn’t this fast before!"

"This is it—we’re done for!"

"Quick, call for Mad God’s help!"

Their voices trembled as they begged Yan Kuangsheng to intervene. He was their last hope, their only chance of survival.

Yan Kuangsheng grinned knowingly, "I told you—they can’t escape. It’s not that easy to obtain Bloodthirsty Python meat. A few successful attempts might be chalked up to luck, but luck doesn't hold out forever. This time, they're out of luck. If I don’t step in, they’re 100% dead."

With a casual tone, Yan Kuangsheng added, "Fine, since they're from the Shenxia Empire, I’ll begrudgingly save them. Kid." He glanced at Lin Moyu, "Pay attention. This is how god-level experts really fight."

With that, Yan Kuangsheng charged forward, slashing with his hand as a blade of light, a thousand meters long, tore through the space.