Necromancer: I Am A Disaster-Chapter 413: The Master Of The Demon Extermination Tower Is Coming Soon

The sounds of battle, screams, and wails echoed through the fortress.

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Under the godly general command, every soldier obeyed without hesitation. Disobedience was met with immediate suspicion.

Bai Yiyuan’s gaze was sharp as lightning as he surveyed the fortress. Housing a 10,000-strong army, it was filled with top-level class users, including many level 80-plus peak-level class users.

The names he called were few, but those individuals were swiftly apprehended—some resisting were killed on the spot.

Floating midair, Meng Anwen remained silent, observing indifferently. Behind him, the Shenxia Tower rotated slowly, emitting a low hum.

Bai Yiyuan alone was enough to handle this; there was no need for Meng Anwen to intervene.

The battle ended in less than five minutes.

Of the eighteen on Bai Yiyuan’s list, eleven were executed instantly. The remaining seven, their limbs broken, lay on the ground like stray dogs.

There was no room for argument—Bai Yiyuan wouldn’t allow it.

A beam of light shot from the Shenxia Tower, enveloping the seven, who vanished—transported into the tower.

Bai Yiyuan swept his piercing gaze over the gathered soldiers, "Not bad. You've done well. As soldiers, never forget the iron rule—military orders are absolute."

The soldiers shouted in unison: "We obey the godly general’s command!"

Satisfied, Bai Yiyuan turned to Ye Hao, "Old Ye, one more thing. The empire’s military is not a private army. Its purpose is to fight external threats—keep it that way."

Ye Hao smiled, "Of course. You saw their discipline just now, White God. Military orders are absolute—no one dares disobey. Likewise, I trust the same applies to Fortress No. 8."

Bai Yiyuan chuckled. "Naturally. I’m heading there next—care to join me?"

Ye Hao shook his head, "No need. I trust your word."

"Then I’ll take my leave. Proof will be sent later."

Fortress No. 9 was merely the first step—a mere appetizer.

The eighteen individuals taken down were only a fraction of the entire list. If one was to act, they had to do so thoroughly.

Both Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen knew that members of the Demon Worship Society still lurked within the fortress, too deeply hidden to be identified for now.

But Bai Yiyuan was confident that if they dared to act, they would inevitably expose a flaw.

This purge wasn’t intended to wipe out the Demon Worship Society completely, just to cripple it. At the very least, it would paralyze them for the foreseeable future, preventing any large-scale actions.

Of course, there was another possibility: desperation. Cornered, the Demon Worship Society might launch a full-scale counterattack, plunging the empire into temporary chaos.

But Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen had made preparations—any unrest would be contained. In fact, if the enemy retaliated, it would force their hidden members into the open.

As Meng Anwen had put it: Couldn't ask for anything better.

It would allow them to cut out the malignant tumor more thoroughly.

Meng Anwen turned his gaze to Ye Hao, Xia Shize, and the others. He had remained silent until now.

Before leaving, he looked toward the Demon Extermination Tower and finally broke his silence, “Does the Demon Extermination Tower still not have a master?”

The moment he spoke, the expressions of the four men shifted drastically.

Ye Hao, who had worn a calm smile all this time, suddenly lost it. Xia Shize and the others grew even more grim.

They still remembered the moment, years ago, when Meng Anwen had become the master of the Shenxia Tower.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes, “What are you trying to say, Serene God?”

Meng Anwen’s voice was indifferent, “Nothing much. Just that you should guard the Demon Extermination Tower well—its master is coming soon.”

With that, a teleportation formation appeared in the air, and he and Bai Yiyuan vanished.

The remaining men exchanged uneasy glances.

Xia Shize clenched his fists, “What did he mean by that?”

A thought suddenly struck Wang Lin, "Could he be talking about Lin Moyu?"

"Lin Moyu? Who is that?" Ye Hao frowned. Having withdrawn from worldly affairs for years, he was unfamiliar with current events.

Wang Lin quickly recounted Lin Moyu’s feats.

After listening, Ye Hao was visibly shaken, "I never expected our human race to produce such a genius. If he reaches God-level, taking control of the Demon Extermination Tower isn’t out of the question."

Xia Shize grew anxious, "Then, Your Excellency… what about you?"

Ye Hao chuckled softly, "It’s a good thing for our race to have such a prodigy. Even after all these years, I’ve never been able to fully control the tower—something has always been missing. If he can do it, I’ll gladly step aside."

He looked at the three men with a solemn expression, "Remember this: no matter how we struggle internally, it’s all for the survival of the human race. The human race needs prodigies, needs a constant influx of fresh blood. Suppression is one thing—but extermination is unacceptable. Do you understand?"

The three men responded in unison, “We understand!”

Above Fortress No. 8, Meng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan hovered in the sky.

Bai Yiyuan spoke in a deep voice, "Old Meng, are you seriously suggesting that Moyu take control of the Demon Extermination Tower?"

Meng Anwen remained calm, "Is there a problem?"

Bai Yiyuan shook his head, "Not a problem… just that the difficulty—"

"Believe in Moyu."

Meng Anwen’s brief response left no room for doubt.

Bai Yiyuan said nothing more. He descended toward Fortress No. 8 and issued a thunderous command.

"Heed the godly general command..."

The slaughter was about to resume.

Fortress No. 9 had only been the beginning. The real show was just getting started.

Bai Yiyuan didn’t suppress the information. If anyone attempted to leak it, they might just expose a flaw.

Bai Yiyuan’s intelligence unit left no suspicious individual unchecked.

At the same time, a large-scale purge officially began within the empire.

One army after another returned from the Dimensional Battlefield, while Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen’s forces moved swiftly across the empire.

Terror gripped the land as heads fell one after another.

This time, the purge implicated thousands—ranging from local officials to powerful family members. The evidence against them was undeniable.

As Bai Yiyuan had said, his word was proof. With his reputation, no one dared to question him.

Fortress No. 8 was quickly cleared. Soon after, massive forces were mobilized, marching toward Fortress No. 7, Fortress No. 6, and beyond.

With Bai Yiyuan wielding the godly general command, resistance was nonexistent.

The Zhou Family was the most prestigious family in Hai City, wielding control over much of the city.

Its former head, Zhou Qingtian, was a God-level powerhouse—a peer of Ye Hao and a generation senior to Bai Yiyuan.

After stepping down, he had withdrawn from worldly affairs, leaving the family in the hands of his descendants.

But today, he was alarmed.

As he gazed at the sky, an army composed of top-level class users, Zhou Qingtian’s expression darkened.

Having served in the military in his youth, he knew exactly what kind of force this was. Such elite troops were rarely mobilized—only when something monumental was at stake.

Now, their blades were pointed at his family.

Zhou Qingtian gazed at the imposing army, its murderous aura suffocating the air. Slowly, he ascended into the sky and asked in a commanding voice, "May I ask—what crime has my Zhou Family committed?"

Zhou Qingtian was a God-level powerhouse. With his immense strength, he did not fear the army before him.

But he also understood—if they dared to encircle the Zhou Family, there had to be stronger forces backing them.

A clear voice rang out, "Old Zhou, how have you been?"

Ning Tairan stepped into Zhou Qingtian’s line of sight. Though already a grandfather, he was still a generation younger than Zhou Qingtian.

Zhou Qingtian recognized him immediately, "Tairan, what is the meaning of this?"

Ning Tairan sighed and tossed a document toward him, "Old Zhou, see for yourself."

Suspicion flickered in Zhou Qingtian’s eyes as he caught the document and scanned its contents.

His expression shifted—first dark, then deathly pale. His eyes blazed with rage.

Despite his dignified status as a God-level expert, his entire body shook uncontrollably.

Ning Tairan exhaled heavily, "I once looked up to you, Old Zhou. You fought tirelessly against the Abyssal Demons on the Dimensional Battlefield. But now… the Zhou Family..."

At the mention of his glorious past, Zhou Qingtian’s fury reached its peak.

Gritting his teeth, he spat, "My descendants have failed me. Tairan, leave this to me—I will give you a proper account."

Ning Tairan nodded. "That would be best. I trust you will handle it well, Old Zhou."

He had no desire to battle Zhou Qingtian. Though he wasn’t afraid, a clash between God-level experts could reduce Hai City—and the surrounding cities—to ruins.

Zhou Qingtian had bled for the human race. If his family had fallen into disgrace, it was only right that he handle it himself.

At the very least, it would allow him to keep his honor.