Be a Necromancer in the Wasteland

As the strongest necromancer in the mainland, Shen Luochan summoned the Gate of Hell, drove thousands of undead souls and undead souls, and killed the outsiders, but unfortunately fell into the rift of time and space. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had traveled to an almost doomsday wasteland world. There is no magic in this world, only polluted humans, animals and plants raging on a land full of ruins and debris. The remaining lives hide behind high walls and pray day and night. She woke up on the ancient battlefield, and the dying polluter beside her said: "I think back then, the pollutant army and the guard army fought here for three days and three nights. Countless high-level ability users and pollutants died on this land... It's worth it for us two unknown people to be buried together with them." Shen Luochan felt the majestic power of death and resentment on this battlefield, looked at the high-level ability users and pollutants who lingered in the ancient battlefield and refused to leave, and smiled softly. "Yeah, it's so worth it." …… Death is the keynote of the wasteland world. After a major pollution hit, the global population of tens of billions dropped sharply to 100 million. Humanity's defense lines are retreating steadily under the attack of pollution, and in the end they can only huddle within high walls, waiting for the end of the world. Until the Day of Judgment arrived, they saw the heroes who had long since died in the struggle escaped the imprisonment of death under the spell of a seemingly weak girl. They came to the world again as immortal bodies, stood up from the ruins, and built a strong defense line. On that day, the fire of human civilization bloomed in death and burned blazingly in the wasteland. …… …… Small theater: "I understand the truth, but why was she resurrected along with the pollutants?" "Anyway, the pollutants obey her orders, so there's no problem." "Then the more pollutants we kill on the opposite side, the more pollutant teammates we will have?" "Why does it sound so familiar... Good guy, the zombies are actually us!" Copywriting: 2024.5.4 Intention: To live towards death