As a necromancer, Chen Mo’s style took a sharp turn into the absurd from the moment a bloodline sacrifice ritual accidentally connected him to his own motherland.
While others summon zombies, my skeletons wield automatic rifles for physical exorcism.
While others summon dark knights, my skeletons snipe with heavy rifles, one shot, one soul.
While others summon flesh giants, my skeletons drive Type 59 tanks, embodying the art of explosion.
When sky-obscuring bone dragon legions roar toward him, Chen Mo calmly turns around and meticulously inputs an absurdly long set of coordinates.
[Hercules–Corona Borealis Great Wall—KBC Void—Sloan Great Wall—Pisces–Cetus Supercluster Complex… (omitting countless astronomical units)… Inner Solar System—Luna System—Blue Star—Eastern Xia Republic]
A colossal entity tears through the dimensional barrier and emerges in all its glory.
“Allow me to introduce to you all! The ultimate avatar of violence, the divine oracle of truth, the unrivaled dominator of the seven seas, hailing from the great industrial Cthulhu deity of the East: the Type 055 Guided-Missile Destroyer, equipped with 112 vertical launch systems, a 130mm naval gun, an 1130 close-in weapon system, and HQ-10 short-range air defense missiles.”
“Oh, and thanks to the floating runes provided by my magic mentor, this bad boy is now officially the Type 055 Spaceborne Guided-Missile Destroyer.”
“Now, with Big Brother here, no offense, but every single one of you is tr*sh!”
