Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 418: The Fall Of The Fire Demon King; Two-Star Godly General

“I don’t believe it!” The Fire Demon King roared, “You’re not even level 50—how can you be this powerful?!”

Lin Moyu shook his head, “I owe you no explanation. It ends here.”

“No! Don’t kill me!” The Fire Demon King shrieked, “Spare me! I’ll tell you the secret of how I became a Demon King! Let me live, and I swear I’ll never oppose you again!”

The Fire Demon King was desperate. Once a sovereign of the Abyss, basking in glory, now it begged for its life.

Lin Moyu shook his head, “I don’t make deals with Demons.”

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors had already raised their axes.

From beginning to end, Lin Moyu hadn’t moved a single step forward.

Moreover, he had his undead army form an impenetrable barrier in front of him—ready for any desperate counterattack, even self-destruction.

He had no intention of falling for a cheap trick.

The Fire Demon King could sense Lin Moyu's resolve to kill it—in his icy tone, in the actions of the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

It let out a crazed roar, “I curse you with my Demon King’s soul! I curse you to never level up! I curse your skills to be sealed! I curse your life force to wither! I curse you—!”

Thunder cracked across the sky as the curses rained down, defying the bounds of space.

With each curse, the Fire Demon King’s aura weakened further. It was sacrificing its own soul, pouring every shred of essence into the vicious curses.

Scarlet light enveloped Lin Moyu as the curses descended.

Yet—he felt nothing.

His skills remained intact. His attributes were unchanged. His life force didn’t wither.

Lin Moyu quickly understood—it was his passive skill, Status Immunity. All status effects, including curses, were nullified.

But the Fire Demon King wasn’t aware of this. It kept releasing curses, burning through its soul.

After over a dozen curses, its soul was weakened to the extreme.

“You’re finished!” The Fire Demon King shrieked, “I used my God-level soul to cast these curses! No one can lift them—not unless a Transcendent God intervenes!”

“Even if I can’t kill you... I’ll destroy you. You’ll never forget this gift!” It burst into maniacal laughter.

With these more than a dozen curses in place, even if Lin Moyu survived, he would be nothing more than a cripple.

At that moment, the skeletal wall parted.

Lin Moyu stepped forward, wreathed in the red glow of curses, “Your curses are useless against me.”

His words struck like a death knell—sharp, cold, final.

He didn’t have to say anything more—but he chose to.

Just a few words, and the Fire Demon King plunged into utter despair.

“No… Impossible! That’s impossible!” It shrieked while lying on the ground.

Lin Moyu’s aura remained flawless, untouched.

The crimson glow of the curses still lingered around him, but it was nothing more than an empty light show.

The Fire Demon King's spirit was crushed completely. Its eyes lost focus, murmuring in disbelief, “Impossible… this is impossible…”

Lin Moyu gave a cold smile. He had achieved his purpose.

“It’s time for you to depart.”

The Enhanced Troops skill had just one second left.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors didn’t hesitate. Their axes came crashing down like thunder.

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[Killed the Fire Demon King, EXP +**]

[Killed the Fire Demon King, general star +1]

Lin Moyu blinked in surprise. The EXP gain was absurd—90 billion.

That was equivalent to killing 45,000 level 50 hell rank dungeon monsters.

His EXP bar shot up, landing at 50%—roughly the same as clearing the Beast God Plateau dungeon once.

Lin Moyu wondered, “Could I level up directly just by hunting Abyssal Demon Kings?”

The idea was wild—but thrilling.

Still, he knew the truth: this time, he’d been lucky.

The Fire Demon King had been weakened within the dungeon—its power reduced to less than one-fifth.

And even then, killing it had been no easy task.

If they had fought outside, he would be the one dead.

After all, he was only level 48—how could he possibly stand against a Demon King?

Unless another Demon King of similar strength entered the dungeon to hunt him—only then would he stand a chance.

But if a stronger one came, even suppressed… there would be no escape.

Beyond the EXP, there was something more—a general star.

His military badge pulsed with brilliance. A second star etched itself into the surface, shining brightly.

After becoming a one-star godly general, further advancement wasn’t just a matter of accumulating military merit anymore.

From here on, one had to slay Abyssal Demon Kings or Dragon Kings.

To reach two stars, a single kill was required. For three stars, two more. Four stars demanded four additional kills. And for five stars—eight more were needed.

With each rank, the path grew steeper, the challenge ever greater.

Back when Bai Yiyuan had planted a soul brand for Lin Moyu, his military rank had been reduced by one level.

It was equivalent to losing the merit of a Demon King kill. He had made up for it later—by slaying a Dragon King.

Now, to reach three stars, Lin Moyu needed to fell two more Demon Kings or Dragon Kings—an overwhelming challenge.

After the Fire Demon King was slain, the Abyssal Fire began to fade.

But the dungeon’s seal remained intact. It would take time to lift.

Lin Moyu muttered to himself, “I wonder what’s happening outside…”

Without hesitation, he began summoning new skeletons—rebuilding his undead army.

The battle had cost him dearly: nearly 4,000 Skeletal Berserk Warriors lost. It would take over an hour to replace them.

Moreover, Enhance Troops was still on cooldown.

If a battle was still raging outside, that skill would be his greatest asset.

...

In the Abyssal World, a rain of fire suddenly began to fall everywhere.

The Abyssal Fire that once hovered ominously in the skies now plummeted to the ground in blazing torrents.

A wave of shock rippled through the Demons in the Abyss, some crying out in disbelief.

“Abyssal Fire Rain... a Demon King has fallen!”

“It’s concentrated over the Fire Demon King’s territory! He must be dead!”

“What happened? Why has the Fire Demon King died?”

“Was this a human attack?!”

In the territory of the Succubus Queen, fire rained down as well—though far less violently than in the territory of the Fire Demon King.

The Succubus Queen stood on a balcony of her palace, peering into the distance, piercing space itself.

“So, that fool’s dead? Didn’t he go after Lin Moyu? How did he end up dying? Who did he run into—Bai Yiyuan? Meng Anwen?”

“He got what he deserved. Did he really think the Human World was easy prey? Going in with his true form... fool.”

The Demon Worship Society had taken heavy losses recently—years of careful planning undone in mere days.

But her expression remained placid.

Even though many of her agents were involved in the Demon Worship Society, she showed no anger. To her, they were expendable pawns.

If one batch died, she would simply raise another.

She stretched lazily, then turned to head back inside.

Then, a voice thundered through the air: “Succubus Queen, come to my palace.”

Her expression changed at once. The indifference vanished, replaced by solemn respect.

She bowed and replied quickly, “As you command, Your Majesty Demon Emperor.”