Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 464 - He's A Legend

Lin Moyu flipped through the materials at an astonishing pace, reading ten lines at a time and committing everything to memory.

In less than an hour, he finished the towering stack of thick books.

Throughout this, Feng Yiming remained silent, not uttering a word. He simply stood there, quietly observing Lin Moyu.

But at the same time, he operated the communicator on his wrist, his gaze toward Lin Moyu gradually changing—growing more respectful by the minute.

Through his own channels, Feng Yiming had uncovered information about Lin Moyu’s remarkable achievements.

He learned how this absurdly young man had earned the rank of two-star godly general—a feat most wouldn’t achieve in a lifetime, and Lin Moyu had done it within a single year.

When Lin Moyu finally closed the last book, he handed the materials back to Feng Yiming, “Commander Feng, I’d like to use the Teleportation Formation in Shenxia City.”

Feng Yiming patted his chest, “No problem. When do you plan to leave?”

“Right now.”

Without wasting another moment, the group left the shop and made their way to the Teleportation Formation.

Outside the shop, the crowd of top-level class users watched them depart. Their eyes widened as they saw Legion Commander Feng Yiming personally leading the way.

Sharp-eyed onlookers spotted the military badge on Lin Moyu’s shoulder.

“Holy crap, that’s a godly general!”

“I saw it too—no wonder Commander Feng came rushing over like that.”

“Man, I totally misjudged him… I had no idea he was a godly general. Which one is he? What’s he doing here?”

“I know who he is.”

“Who?”

“He must be Lin Moyu…”

Someone who had recently arrived in the lower layer had heard tales of Lin Moyu in the Human World.

At once, people gathered around, eager to hear more.

Word of Lin Moyu’s exploits would inevitably spread through every corner of the city before long.

At the Teleportation Formation, Lin Moyu turned to Jialan Lieyang, “Big Brother Lieyang, I’m heading off. Let’s meet again if fate allows.”

After learning Lin Moyu’s true identity, Jialan Lieyang’s demeanor became more reserved, “Yes, of course… until we meet again.”

Lin Moyu sighed inwardly. This was exactly why he avoided revealing his military badge—it made ordinary conversation difficult, just like now.

In this regard, Jialan Lieyang and Shi Xing’an were quite different. Shi Xing’an’s attitude hadn’t changed from start to finish, treating him the same regardless of rank or title.

With a trace of regret, Lin Moyu stepped into the Teleportation Formation.

Once he was gone, Feng Yiming let out a long breath, “Whew… that guy’s on another level.”

Ling Nan blinked in confusion, “Commander, haven’t godly generals come here before?”

Feng Yiming chuckled, “Not all godly generals are the same. Have you ever seen a level 52 godly general?”

Ling Nan froze, “Wait—wasn’t he concealing his level?”

Feng Yiming laughed heartily, “That’s his real level. Level 52.”

“How is that possible!” Ling Nan was dumbfounded. She had assumed Lin Moyu was hiding his true strength, thinking he must be at least level 80, or even God-level.

Feng Yiming’s expression turned thoughtful, “He’s a legend.”

Meanwhile, the Teleportation Formation transported Lin Moyu over ten thousand kilometers to the northern reaches of the Divine Dragon Continent.

The Teleportation Formation in Shenxia City had existed since the city’s founding, designed for fixed-point, one-way transfer.

There was no corresponding Teleportation Formation at Lin Moyu’s destination.

In other words, if Lin Moyu wanted to return to Shenxia City, he’d either have to make the journey on foot—or use a Teleportation Stone.

Teleportation Stones were sold in the shop, and Feng Yiming had casually gifted him a box containing ten of them.

Unless Lin Moyu was inside a dungeon or a special area, as long as he remained in the lower layer, he could instantly return to Shenxia City with a Teleportation Stone.

These Teleportation Stones were single-use and extremely valuable, each one costing over 50 million gold coins—the equivalent of half an Advanced Skill Scroll.

Ordinary class users would be reluctant to use even one. Yet Feng Yiming had handed over ten without a second thought—a total value of 500 million.

Unfolding his Lightning Deathwings, Lin Moyu soared northward.

Based on the materials he’d just reviewed, the Wind-Lightning Ocean was about a hundred kilometers ahead.

Beyond it lay the Wind-Lightning Continent, and near its center, the Lightning Burial Canyon—his true destination.

According to the documents, the stretch from the Teleportation Formation to the ocean was relatively safe.

There were no major bosses to worry about. At most, some scattered level 70-plus ordinary monsters—nothing Lin Moyu couldn’t handle with ease.

Even so, he remained cautious. He neither flew too high nor too fast, keeping a constant watch on his surroundings.

Of the four continents, the Divine Dragon Continent was considered the safest. The other three were far more dangerous.

At some point, the distant sound of waves reached his ears. A few minutes later, the coastline came into view.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled overhead, briefly illuminating the gloomy skies of the Immemorial Battlefield.

In the depths of the Wind-Lightning Ocean, flashes of lightning danced, accompanied by rolling thunder.

Countless bolts of lightning bridged the sky and sea, crashing into the churning waters and stirring up monstrous waves.

Unlike the Green Dragon Ocean, the Wind-Lightning Ocean was noticeably more violent.

Each ocean separating the continents had its own unique characteristics, and as its name suggested, the Wind-Lightning Ocean was dominated by fierce winds and raging lightning.

The turbulent elements here disrupted spatial stability, making it impossible to set up Teleportation Formations between the two continents.

Attempts had been made in the past, but without exception, teleportation was blocked midway by the chaotic wind and lightning.

Consequently, some travelers were hurled into the void, others teleported randomly to unknown locations.

A few unfortunate souls were even thrown straight into the perilous Falling Star Continent and never returned.

In the end, it was confirmed—the only safe and reliable way to reach the Wind-Lightning Continent was to fly across the ocean.

Hovering in the air, Lin Moyu surveyed the vast, stormy expanse.

“To safely cross the Wind-Lightning Ocean, the first thing to be wary of is the wind and lightning.”

“I have immunity to both elements, so that won’t be a problem.”

“The next threat is the Merfolk monsters. There’s a type unique to the Wind-Lightning Ocean—Flying Fish. They possess both wind and lightning attributes.”

“Each school of Flying Fish has a leader—a Flying Fish Lord. It’s a lord rank boss. That’s something to be especially cautious of.”

“Other than that, there shouldn’t be anything else.”

Lin Moyu carefully reviewed the details in his mind one last time.

Satisfied, he adjusted his direction and shot forward, pushing his speed to the limit—700 meters per second.

The distance between the Divine Dragon Continent and the Wind-Lightning Continent was just under 3,000 kilometers. At this speed, he estimated he could cross the Wind-Lightning Ocean in around 30 minutes.

Gazing at the vast, stormy ocean beneath him, Lin Moyu couldn’t help but wonder what kind of existence had the power to shatter an original continent into four parts.

Not only had the land been split apart, but oceans had formed in between, and the sundered core of the continent had turned into an endless void.

“God-level powerhouses couldn’t do something like this… not even half-step Transcendent God-level powerhouses.”

“At minimum, it would take a Transcendent God-level being.”

“Or someone on the level of Antares.”

“Maybe one day… I’ll be able to do it too.”

Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder snapped him out of his thoughts— he had entered the lightning zone.

The winds howled, churning the ocean below into towering waves that crashed and flung water high into the sky, only for it to fall like torrential rain.

Bolts of lightning streaked down endlessly, illuminating the dark skies in flickering flashes.

At first, the lightning bolts struck randomly, but the moment Lin Moyu crossed into the zone, they locked onto him like predators sensing prey.

Streak after streak of lightning rained down.

But Lin Moyu remained calm, his expression indifferent.

With 80% lightning elemental immunity and a 600% elemental resistance bonus, the lightning was little more than an annoyance. The tingle of electricity across his skin felt oddly nostalgic.

It reminded him of his time in the Putrid Corpse Land, where he’d endured countless lightning strikes.

Lightning crackling all around him, Lin Moyu surged forward, heading for the Wind-Lightning Continent.

A few minutes later, dark shapes emerged in the distance.

Lin Moyu narrowed his eyes when he spotted them—black, fish-like monsters.

Their bodies were long, flat, and slender, resembling sword blanks.

Each fish had dozens of pairs of small wings, fluttering so rapidly they blurred against the stormy backdrop.

They moved in tight formation—a school of over a hundred—slicing through the fierce winds with astonishing speed.

Curiously, the lightning avoided them entirely.

“The Flying Fish Lord.”

Lin Moyu’s sharp gaze locked onto the largest among them.

The Flying Fish Lord was over ten meters long, a massive figure compared to the others, whose average length was barely three meters.

At that moment, the entire school noticed Lin Moyu.

Without hesitation, they turned in unison—a swift, fluid movement like a wave—and shot toward him.

Their speed was terrifying, streaking through the storm like arrows loosed from bows.