Necromancer: I Am A Disaster

Lin Moyu’s eyes fell on the boss monster ahead—a beast with the head of a tiger, a body covered in scales, and a barbed tail.

It stood more than six meters tall and stretched over fifteen meters long, a massive, bristling creature. Each strand of fur stood on end like arrows ready to fire.

It was a true giant, but not quite at the level of a world rank boss like the Earth Evil Centipede.

But size wasn’t everything.

The beast didn’t charge in recklessly. Instead, it stood still, eyes locked on the undead troops.

It was wary.

If it felt threatened enough, it might even turn tail and run.

After level 60, bosses gained a sliver of intelligence.

Many viewed level 60 as a defining threshold—where monsters stopped being mindless beasts and started acting with intention.

At this stage, attributes surged and bosses grew stronger—all to help them adapt to the power curve beyond level 70.

A light breeze swept as Lin Moyu cast Detection.

[Battlefield Ironclad Tiger (boss rank monster)]

[Level: 64]

[Strength: 160,000]

[Agility: 140,000]

[Spirit: 40,000]

[Physique: 160,000]

[Skill: Rising Squall, Ironclad Impact]

[Trait: 50% Elemental Damage Reduction, 50% Physical Damage Reduction]

Lin Moyu gave it a glance—its total attributes had reached 500,000.

This was what a core area boss was like.

With both elemental and physical damage reduction, plus an enormous health pool, it wasn’t a pushover.

At the very least, if it went head-to-head with the Earth Evil Centipede, the outcome would be hard to predict.

It was the first time Mu Xianxian had seen such a powerful boss. She couldn’t help but ask, “Can we beat it?”

Lin Moyu glanced at her, noting the fear in her eyes, “What if we can’t?”

Without even blinking, Mu Xianxian replied, “If we can’t, I’ll hold it off—you run.”

She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like her life didn’t matter.

Anyone who didn’t know better might assume she had a resurrection skill or some hidden trump card.

Lin Moyu chuckled, “No need for that. Just get ready to use Collection.”

With a thought, his undead legion surged forward.

300 Skeletal Berserk Warriors charging at the front, 300 Skeletal Marksmen in the middle, 300 Skeletal Great Mages bringing up the rear

In response, the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger sprang into action.

Cautious or not, its pride wouldn’t allow it to retreat without a fight.

Even if it wanted to flee, it had to show strength first.

With a thunderous roar, it leapt high into the air—lunging toward the Skeletal Berserk Warriors.

But before it could land—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of Elemental Explosions erupted across its body midair.

Immediately after, a storm of arrows sliced through the air, piercing the boss’s body.

The Battlefield Ironclad Tiger was covered in thick, dark scales, and the arrows clattered noisily as they hit.

As a boss, it had exceptional defense.

However, even without being cursed, the attacks from the Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen could still deal damage—just not much.

Then, a pulse of flames flared as the Fire Lich appeared beside Lin Moyu.

In the next moment, a blazing Fire Ring spread beneath the feet of every undead troop.

At the same time, raging flames erupted across the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger’s body.

[Fire Ring: grants all undead troops the Fire Ring, dealing fire damage to all enemies within a 1,000-meter radius. The damage is based on the skill's level and the Lich’s attributes.]

Currently, the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger was the only enemy within range—and every single Fire Ring targeted it.

The massive beast let out a thunderous, pained roar—clearly suffering under the relentless flames.

Mu Xianxian’s eyes sparkled when she saw the Fire Lich, "Wow, so cute!"

Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He chuckled but said nothing.

His focus remained fixed on the boss. A rare opportunity like this—a sturdy test subject that wouldn’t fall too quickly—was hard to come by.

He watched intently as the dark scales on the tiger’s body began to crack and flake from the intense heat.

“Looks like it’s working.” He murmured, “Let’s try the next move.”

A cold wind surged, and the temperature plunged.

The Ice Lich emerged beside Lin Moyu, emanating a chill.

With its arrival, an Ice Ring appeared beneath the feet of each skeleton.

[Ice Ring: grants all undead troops the Ice Ring, applying a freezing effect to all enemies within a 1,000-meter radius. The effect is based on the skill's level and the Lich’s attributes.]

The green Ice Rings and fiery red Fire Rings complemented each other, creating a strikingly beautiful display.

The Battlefield Ironclad Tiger, still ablaze, suddenly began to freeze over.

A thick layer of ice formed over its limbs, attempting to lock its movements entirely.

Gradually, the boss seemed to fall into a frozen state.

Then, with a sudden, ferocious roar, its entire body erupted with light as it activated a skill.

In an instant, the ice shattered, crumbling away from its form.

Skill: Rising Squall!

A biting gale erupted outward, blowing apart the ice. But the chill clung stubbornly to the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger’s body.

The wind blew away the shattered ice, but it couldn’t push the Skeletal Berserk Warriors back.

The Skeletal Berserk Warriors stood their ground, pressing forward and proceeding with a relentless assault.

Though the tiger wasn’t frozen anymore, its movements had slowed noticeably.

Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed, quickly estimating its reduced pace. At least two to three times slower. A devastating handicap under such overwhelming siege.

While the Ice Ring didn’t have a direct attack effect, it carried a curse-like ability that seemed impossible to dispel.

Only those with a skill like Lin Moyu’s Status Immunity could resist its effects.

When she saw the Ice Lich, Mu Xianxian squealed again with delight, "This one’s cute too!"

Lin Moyu still didn’t pay her attention.

"Not bad." He muttered, "Let’s try another."

With crackling and flashing lightning, the Lightning Lich materialized.

Next, a Lightning Ring appeared beneath the feet of every skeleton.

In a flash, thunder rumbled—and lightning poured down.

It was as if the Lightning God’s wrath had descended in wrath.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of bolts rained from above, hammering the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger in a relentless barrage.

The beast let out a guttural, miserable cry, and then activated its other skill.

Skill: Ironclad Impact.

The dark scales on the boss’s body exploded, transforming into a swirling cyclone of iron.

The skill unleashed tremendous force, blasting back nearby Skeletal Berserk Warriors. Those clinging to its body were also hurled away.

For a moment, it seemed as if the boss had grown several times larger.

The iron cyclone didn’t just repel enemies—it acted as a shield, keeping at bay Elemental Explosions, arrows, and even the assaults of the Fire and Lightning Liches.

“Not bad. I wonder how strong its attack power is.” Lin Moyu muttered.

The Battlefield Ironclad Tiger, now more fearsome than ever, let out a series of thunderous roars.

Just as Lin Moyu waited to see its next move—it turned and fled.

Mu Xianxian blinked in disbelief, “It... ran away?”

Lin Moyu was stunned, “Coward.”

His expectations were completely shattered; this boss had used its skill just to escape.

A level 64 boss, no less… how could it be so cowardly?

Still, it showed the creature had intelligence—at least enough to value its own life.

As the tiger ran into the distance, Mu Xianxian asked, “Should we chase it?”

“It can’t escape.” Lin Moyu replied quietly.

A fierce wind rose around them.

The Wind Lich appeared, its entire form cloaked in swirling wind element.

In an instant, the undead troops' speed skyrocketed, increasing at least threefold.

The skeletons shot forward at over 1,000 meters per second, even outpacing the Lightning Deathwings.

Within seconds, they had overtaken the boss, surrounding it once more.

The Battlefield Ironclad Tiger roared, its iron cyclone still raging. It charged desperately, battering back Skeletal Berserk Warriors, carving a path to freedom.

Hope was within reach.

Then, its body locked in place. Fine white bones erupted across its body.

Skill: Bone Prison.

The Bone Prison triggered paralysis, immobilizing the Battlefield Ironclad Tiger and interrupting its iron cyclone skill.

Terror flickered in its eyes as it watched Skeletal Berserk Warriors close in, axes raised high.

At the same time, red light pulsed in the air as the curse descended.

Lin Moyu turned to Mu Xianxian, “Go set off some fireworks.”