Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1026, Share Your Thoughts
The air froze for a few seconds.

The official's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept quickly across the 'representative's' stiff face.

When he saw the other person nod in acknowledgment, his tense expression relaxed a little.

"Chief Wu Heng, it's an honor to meet you!" The official stepped forward and firmly grasped Wu Heng's hand with his right hand. "We received notification of the arrival of the Yama Palace's plane, but we didn't expect it to be you who came in person."

Wu Heng nodded, his gaze passing over the official's shoulder to the faint reflection on the distant building.

[Hate Sensing] allows him to detect dangerous glances from all around.

After shaking hands, Wu Heng continued, "I've come here today to discuss some cooperation with your base."

The official nodded. "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the side, using a communication device to make contact with something.

Wu Heng did not urge the other party, and waited silently.

About two minutes later.

"The leader is waiting for you at the base," the official said politely, his eyes still scanning Wu Heng and the 'representative' with vigilance.

At this moment, five modified desert off-road vehicles with rear ears quickly approached from behind.

The heavy machine gun on the roof gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

"Please!" The official opened the car door and gestured for Wu Heng to enter.

……

Wu Heng nodded and got into the car parked in front.

Just as the 'representative' possessed by Granda was about to get into the car,

The official reached out and stopped the car door, saying, "May peace be with you."

It uses the local language.

Granda controlled her body, still nodding with a smile.

A flicker of wariness crossed the official's eyes as he continued, "What day of the week is it today?"

Granda narrowed his eyes, while the official shouted, "Hands up..."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed forward.

At this moment, the 'representative's' body suddenly went limp like a puppet with its strings cut.

The officer's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively pulled back.

Bang~!

Inside the car, the instant Wu Heng's figure vanished in the light of the magic array, a scorching bullet pierced the seat, tearing the leather backrest to shreds.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a sniper rifle exploding came from afar.

"there!"

The soldiers' shouts were drowned out by the rolling thunder.

The moment they turned their guns around, the entire sky suddenly darkened!
Click!
Lightning bolts struck in rows, and in the blinding flashes, soldiers with guns fell one after another, the air thick with the pungent smell of burning flesh.

The only official standing was stiff and his face was flushed.

They remained frozen in place, their eyes straining to peek to the side, trying to see what was happening behind them.

Zizzi~!

A sniper's terrified scream came through the walkie-talkie, "We've been attacked by an unknown force, it might be a ghost... Ah~!"

The noise stopped abruptly.

Wu Heng returned from afar, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the lightning disappeared.

A ghostly voice came from beside him, "Done! Job done."

Benny's voice came from the other side, "There shouldn't be any permanent troops here. This is all the people here."

Wu Heng nodded, walked to the side of the official, and said, "I have some questions for you!"

"Who exactly are you?" the official asked, his eyes filled with fear and suspicion.

Now I understand why the other person dared to come here alone.

This fully armed squad was wiped out in the blink of an eye, leaving only him.

Damn it, how did the world become like this?

Wu Heng ignored the question and asked directly, "Where is your leader's base located?"

"What are you going to do?" the official asked warily, his veins bulging from exertion.

“Granda!” Wu Heng said.

The official's body slowly began to move, his right hand involuntarily reaching for his sidearm and pointing it at his temple.

"What exactly do you want?" the official asked, his lips trembling.

"Where is the base located?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

"Is this how the Underworld conducts diplomacy? Are you not going to abide by the alliance agreement at all?"

Click!

The next second, the official's neck was twisted and he fell to the ground.

Granda detached from the body and flew out. "Ask the corpse, he talks too much nonsense."

Benny said, "I thought they were going to shoot."

"A feint!" Xiao Xiao exclaimed.

Wu Heng walked over and searched the body, finding keys, identification, cigarettes, and some other odds and ends.

[Talk to the deceased] Release.

The corpse on the ground suddenly sat up, its cloudy eyes looking in this direction.

"What is the exact location of your leader's base?"

For the first question, Wu Heng emphasized the word "leader" to avoid having too many bases and wasting an opportunity to ask questions.

The corpse replied, "North, Mawa Eternal Fortress!"

The same name as provided.

Wu Heng then asked, "What about the route?"

“Walk along the main road, the only road that has been cleared.”

Wu Heng narrowed his eyes. "Who is the current leader?"

"Tarik!"

The fourth question is, "Describe his appearance."

"Dark skin, thick eyebrows, short beard, and a scar on the corner of his left eye..." the corpse replied.

The only recognizable feature of this answer is the scar on the corner of his left eye.

The remaining features are difficult to discern.

Finally, Wu Heng asked, "Where does the leader usually appear within the base?"

"The Chief's Office Building, located in the center of the inner fortress."

The corpse finished answering and lay back down with a thud.

The Empress said, "These characteristics are too general."

"It wasn't a complete failure. He had a short beard and a scar on the corner of his left eye. We should be able to find him based on those characteristics," Benny said.

Pointing a small finger at the corpse, she exclaimed, "They all have beards!"

Wu Heng stepped over the corpses on the ground and released [Battlefield of the Dead]. A grayish-white aura spread out, and the corpses on the ground transformed into skeletons, which then stood up in droves.

"Pick up the weapon." The skeleton picked up the weapon that had fallen to the ground.

Continue to activate the [Mansion Spell], allowing all the transformed skeletons to enter. Leave one of the modified desert off-road vehicles outside, and drive the rest into the Mansion Spell.

Then, Wu Heng drove the car he had left behind out of the airport.

Drive north along the road.

……

The night was as dark as ink, and a towering fortress loomed ahead.

On the city wall, the barbed wire mesh gleamed coldly under the searchlights, and huge beams of light pierced the darkness.

Fully armed guards patrolled back and forth, yawning from time to time, but they were already on alert for the outside world. In the dead of night, the howls of zombies could be heard from time to time.

Wu Heng turned off the engine, and the off-road vehicle silently disappeared into the shadows.

After a while, four shadowy figures passed through the car door and floated in one after another.

“Found them!” Granda spoke first. “The target is in the conference room in the central area of ​​the inner fortress. They’re still awake and listening to the guards’ report.”

The Empress added, "I confirmed it through the guard's dream, and it's definitely the person we're looking for."

Wu Heng nodded. "Let me see the location."

Granda slipped inside, and a clear view was shared. The Middle Eastern-style conference room was illuminated by flickering candlelight.

A man in his forties sat upright on the sofa, his short beard meticulously trimmed, and the scar at the corner of his left eye was particularly noticeable in the candlelight.

Several people were standing in front, reporting that the airport pickup team had lost contact.

Immediately afterwards, the scene ended, and after Granda confirmed his target, he left.

After releasing Granda, Wu Heng opened the car door and said, "Let's go, let's finish this sooner so we can go back sooner."

As he spoke, a magic circle lit up beneath his feet.

Wu Heng's figure disappeared.

……

The meeting room was dimly lit.

The candlelight was dim, and the light and shadows flickered on the wall.

The leader, 'Tarik,' was slumped in the sofa, his knuckles pressed against his temples, shadows covering half his face, revealing only a pair of cold, stern eyes.

At the doorway and near the window, stood two fully armed bodyguards, their black tactical uniforms blending into the night, their guns gleaming coldly.

Dong Dong~!

A knock sounded at the door, and an officer entered. "Sir, the troops have been assembled, and the inner fortress defenses have been redeployed."

Tariq simply nodded slightly. "Stay vigilant and get through tonight first."

"Yes, sir!" the officer replied solemnly, then turned and left.

The room fell silent again, with only the flickering candlelight.

Tarik's brow furrowed deeper and deeper as he traced the patterns on the pistol at his waist with his fingertips.

The overwhelming sense of crisis in my heart was growing stronger and stronger.

The Dawn Alliance radio station announced that the proposal for the Lingqi Church to be officially and legally proselytized had been approved by all eight base representatives.

Just then, the plane from the Underworld arrived at the airport, but the team that was supposed to pick them up did not return.

Everything proves one thing.

The King of Hell has attacked.

"what happened!"

As he muttered something softly, the candlelight suddenly flickered.

In that fleeting moment of light and shadow, a figure silently appeared in the darkness before them.

Tariq's heart skipped a beat.

"Quick! Enemy..." The roar was abruptly cut off before it could even leave his throat.

Click! Click!
Two sharp cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously. The bodyguards at the door and window had their necks snapped instantly, their bodies collapsing to the ground.

Taric's pupils contracted sharply as he tried to raise his gun, only to find that he couldn't move even a single finger.

He wanted to call for help, but could hardly open his mouth.

Wu Heng stepped forward, stood opposite him, and took his drooping hand in his grasp. "Yanluo Hall, Wu Heng!"

Tarik's eyes widened even more, filled with disbelief.

Click!

A snapping sound rang out, and Tarik's neck twisted instantly, causing him to fall sideways onto the sofa.

"Uncle~!" Xiao Xiao shrank back from the wall and said in a low voice, "Everything is normal, the people outside haven't noticed."

Wu Heng gave an OK sign, walked to a desk on the side, sat down, and casually flipped through the documents on it.

The other ghosts also flew out and looked around the room.

Xiao Xiao looked around for a moment, then flew back. "And then? What do we do?"

As Wu Heng flipped through the documents, he said, "It would be best if it were the same as when we occupied Korea."

"Huh?" Little Xiao tilted her head. "How did they do it over there again?"

"Let me see who I should support first." Wu Heng continued to open the cabinet under the table and took out various documents.

After dealing with the senior management, the management was handed over to Qi Hancai first.

"Oh!" Little Xiao replied, then flew over to Granda and whispered, "Auntie! What are you looking for?"

Granda said, "Find some books to take with me later."

"We don't recognize the characters here either."

"You can learn it. Your uncle has already learned it, so it shouldn't be difficult."

Xiao Xiao hesitated for a while, then asked, "Auntie! There are so many fun things to do, why do you insist on reading a book?"

Wu Heng watched for a while, and then the Empress flew over and asked, "Have you come up with a plan?"

“There’s not much useful information,” Wu Heng said.

"What should I do?"

Wu Heng glanced at the corpse. "I have a general idea. Let's see if it works!"

As he spoke, he took out the Faceless One mask, put it on the face of the dead leader, and copied the other person's appearance before changing his clothes.

The corpses were then stored directly into the spatial ring.

After confirming that they were roughly the same size as the other leader, they opened the door directly.

The soldiers in the corridor turned around in unison and saluted, "Commander!"

"Hmm!" Wu Heng said in a deep voice, "Summon all senior executives to the conference room, not a single one is allowed to be missing."

"Yes, sir!" the soldier replied and quickly left.

I sat in the room and waited for a while.

Benny flew back first, saying, "They've all gone to the conference room."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the knocking sounded again. "Everyone's here."

Wu Heng straightened his collar, opened the door, and went out.

The soldiers glanced at the closed door, as if wondering why the two bodyguards hadn't come out with them.

He casually selected two soldiers to follow him as they headed towards the conference room.

……

The conference room doors were wide open.

More than forty senior executives stood up in unison.

Wu Heng, wearing the face of 'Tarik', slowly walked towards the main seat under the gaze of everyone.

After sitting down, he lightly tapped his fingertips on the armrest, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

At the head of the left-hand side, a middle-aged officer with slightly graying temples leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "Chief, what emergency has occurred?"

“The Dawn Alliance has confirmed the legitimacy of the Spirit Revelation Cult.” Wu Heng’s voice was deep. “Soon, their missionaries will come to our base to preach.”

He paused slightly, then continued, "What do you think? I want to hear the truth."

After a brief silence, an official slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Once the Spirit Revelation Cult infiltrates, it will definitely threaten our system, and the entire base will fall into chaos!"

After the first person spoke, everyone else followed suit and expressed their opinions.

The meeting room instantly erupted in excitement.

“We can get rid of those missionaries!” a gaunt official suggested coldly. “Arrange a few ‘accidents,’ then blame it on the rebels. After all, the dead don’t talk.”

"Why go through all that trouble?" another person scoffed. "Just spread the word among the people that the Spirit Revelation Cult is forcing people to believe, and the people will take care of them for us. The law doesn't punish the masses. As long as it happens to survivors and there are enough of them, the Dawn Alliance can't do anything about it."

The proposals are becoming increasingly extreme and outrageous.

Some suggested assassinating missionaries, others advocated inciting mobs, and some even sneered that the Church of Spiritual Revelation should be defined as 'heresy'.

The entire conference room seemed to be filled with fanatical religious rage, and everyone's eyes were filled with fanatical anger.

Wu Heng frowned slightly as he looked at these people, noticing the sickly Catholic believers.

"Any different opinions?" Wu Heng asked softly, gradually quieting the noisy conference room.

In the corner, a young official wearing glasses slowly stood up.

“Leader…” His voice trembled slightly as he spoke cautiously, “Right now we are relying on the supplies from the Yama Palace. The missionary work of the Lingqi Cult will not shake our foundation. Perhaps we should… tolerate it for the time being and prioritize the overall situation.”

Dead silence.

next second.

"Coward! You worthless piece of trash with no faith!"

"I suspect you contacted the Lingqi Cult privately, didn't you?"

The rebukes instantly overwhelmed the young official like a tidal wave.

(End of this chapter)