Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1038, war begins

When Wu Heng appeared on the high platform, the noise in the entire square rose to another level.

"Mom! The statue has come to life."

"My God, exactly as described in the newspaper, black hair."

"The Queen has invited the hero..."

No one expected that this year's Courage Week would invite the most famous heroes.

Moreover, it is a deity worshipped by the Lingqi Church.

Living gods...

……

The privileged elite's viewing area.

The conversation and the clinking of glasses stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at the screen.

"He actually came..." The old man gripped the snake-headed cane in his hand.

The person next to her continued, "Britanni really values ​​this event; she even brought Wu Heng along."

"It must be said that Brittany is the only king who has managed to invite heroes to participate."

"Oh dear! Why are you all discussing royal matters so much?" The beautiful noblewoman next to her rolled her eyes at the group who kept talking about the kingdom's affairs, her gaze still fixed on the screen. "Haven't you noticed that our hero... is even more charming than the stained glass windows of a cathedral? That little girl Brittany is really eating well."

……

Compared to the reactions in other parts of the city, the East Training Ground was also in an uproar.

Brittany remained seated on her throne, while the officials all rose to their feet, staring in horror at the building opposite them.

In their minds, the scene of Wu Heng rushing into the palace and pulling the eldest prince off the throne is still vivid.

Moreover, after Brittany ascended the throne, she also purged a group of the eldest prince's former officials.

This time, he actually came again.

I just hope that I'm just here for Courage Week and nothing else goes wrong.

The children waiting to begin in the training ground all looked up in unison, their gazes shining through the sunlight onto the figure on the high platform.

They had all heard of Wu Heng's reputation.

The youngest human leader, a spiritually inspired deity, who resolved the pirates in the Emerald Sea and also released numerous items such as pens, bicycles, and watches.

Each gaze held both curiosity and fervor.

In terms of architecture.

Wu Heng's long robe hung down, the hem fluttering in the wind.

A gentle smile remained on his face, while his senses spread silently like a spiderweb, enveloping the entire square.

The ghosts have been deployed to patrol various areas, monitoring for any potential danger.

Last night, I used the tortoise shell for divination again.

The result is still the same; there will definitely be enemies appearing today.

In this world, wars don't involve precision missile strikes or weapons of mass destruction; the danger is often more direct, requiring the enemy to come directly to the scene.

If the tortoise shell omen is accurate, the enemy must already be in the city, watching him via television.

After a brief period of noise.

No danger occurred.

"The swords of today!" Wu Heng spoke slowly, his voice transmitted through the device, "Untainted by hatred, forging only courage!"

After a brief silence, he spoke again, "In the name of the heroes of the Spirit Revelation Cult, I hereby award those who have performed exceptionally well. If they reach level eighteen before the age of thirty-five, the Spirit Revelation Cult will support them... to ascend to the position of hero."

Support heroes.

Among ordinary people, we should support these children to become heroes.

In an instant, the entire city of Chelu seemed to have been silenced.

But immediately afterward, a commotion broke out at the East Training Ground, and the city was in an uproar.

It was as if... the entire city had exploded.

……

As soon as Wu Heng finished speaking, the entire city of Qielu seemed to be set ablaze.

Screams, whispers, and incredulous shouts erupted like a tsunami, sweeping from Chelu City to the East Training Ground.

"Support...heroes!" An official accidentally knocked over his wine glass. "The kingdom needs its own heroes!"

These words sparked a heated discussion among the other officials.

"If it's the leader of Wuheng, it shouldn't be difficult to cultivate heroes."

"There is no need to actually need heroes. As long as today's news gets out, the kingdom's status will be elevated."

"Her Majesty the Queen is truly remarkable; she is leading the kingdom forward with every step she takes."

Even the association's talent support program has never dared to boast that it can cultivate heroes, but Wu Heng's promise is tantamount to saying that becoming a hero is not difficult.

Moreover, he was the only one who said that everyone believed they could succeed.

Amidst the boiling clamor, Wu Heng gently raised his hand.

He said to the camera, "The Week of Courage... officially begins."

……

On the high platform of the East Training Ground, the examiners blew their bronze whistles.

The children, who had already lined up, were blindfolded and stepped onto the three-meter-high log bridge one by one. The plank, which was no more than a hand's width wide, stretched across the air, while the sandbags hanging on both sides swept across like the pendulums of a giant beast.

boom!
The first child had barely taken two steps when he was violently struck by the sandbag and sent flying, crashing heavily onto the soft mat below.

He scrambled to his feet, gritted his teeth, and rejoined the end of the line.

Three chances.

If you fall, climb back up.

Even so, the speed of elimination is still beyond imagination.

This seemingly simple test resulted in a large number of children being eliminated and sent out of the examination room.

……

Spectator seating.

Wu Heng's main body leaned lazily against the soft chair at the back of the hall, his fingers rapidly tapping on his phone.

On the terrace, facing the training ground, on the throne, stood the same Wu Heng, still standing tall and dignified, gazing at the training ground with a majestic look.

This is a mirror image created by the [Mirror Image Technique].

The stunt double would occasionally tap the armrest lightly, and even the swaying of the folds in his robes was indistinguishable from that of the real person.

Unless observed up close, the effect seen through the camera lens is convincing enough to fool the eye.

"No danger detected. The guards have completely sealed off the area," Brittany's message appeared on the screen.

Wu Heng's fingers tapped rapidly.

"The enemy must be of heroic caliber; the guards won't be able to spot them. If something really happens, proceed according to plan, and leave the rest to me."

No sooner had the message been sent than Brittany replied, "What if they're not coming?"

Wu Heng replied,

"It's hard to say! If the other side is prepared, they won't give up easily."

Brittani quickly replied, "Okay, the emotions of the city's residents have been mobilized to this extent. If it really is the Holy See that has taken action, they will completely lose the trust of the kingdom's residents."

Wu Heng understood what Brittani meant.

The kingdom is holding a Week of Courage, while Wuheng promises to give children the opportunity to become heroes.

If the Vatican openly tries to sabotage the event, Brittany only needs to make a little exaggerated publicity to make the public believe that the Vatican is trying to sabotage the event.

The Papacy will face even greater resistance within the kingdom.

But all of this is predicated on Wuheng winning.

If he dies in battle, Brittany will die with him, and the regime will collapse overnight.

At that time, the Papacy will still be the orthodox religion of the kingdom, the Lingqi Cult will be designated as a heretical cult, and Wu Heng's name will only become a short-lived ghost occasionally mentioned in taverns.

As the saying goes, history is written by the victors.

Wu Heng lightly tapped his phone, and had just finished typing a sentence when suddenly... the [Hate Sensing] pierced his spinal cord like a steel needle.

He looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply.

A small creature flew swiftly from a distance, calling out, "Uncle, be careful..."

The magic array beneath Wu Heng's feet flickered, and his figure vanished instantly.

Boom~!

In the sky, a blazing white meteor tore through the clouds, its power piercing the heavens! The mirror image of 'Wu Heng' on the throne was instantly struck head-on by the light. The arrow pierced through the phantom, its momentum undiminished, piercing through the metal chair back and the stone pillars of the hall like a hot knife through butter.

The entire metal throne melted instantly under the high temperature, turning into molten iron that hissed and emitted white smoke.

"As expected, they've arrived!" Wu Heng appeared at an abandoned stone building ten meters outside the training ground, his eyes coldly fixed on the distance.

Three golden streaks of light hurtled across the sky like meteors, creating visible shockwaves wherever they passed.

Wu Heng had seen the movement method commonly used by the Holy See heroes several times before.

Boom~!

A huge golden bell-shaped shadow descended from the sky, enveloping the entire building.

The stone building collapsed, and the earth cracked.

The surrounding vegetation and soil were pulverized by the shockwave, which hurled the dust high into the air, resembling a man-made sandstorm.

……

In the school grounds.

Boom~!

The thunderous crash of the falling bell shook the building violently. Brittany's pupils contracted sharply as she glanced in horror at the rising dust in the distance.

It really did come.

Wu Heng's previous guesses were all true; the other side would definitely make a move today.

Below, the courtiers were thrown into chaos.

They didn't know how the battle suddenly broke out, but it was clearly related to the hero.

A battle between heroes.

This is not something ordinary people like them can handle.

"Silence!" Brittany shouted coldly, slamming her scepter heavily onto the ground.

The ministers stood frozen in place, trying their best to remain silent.

"Your Majesty, I've come to see you off."

"Your Majesty, this way, the carriage is ready."

The chief mage, the military commander, and several high-ranking ministers of the kingdom quickly surrounded them.

This was a rare display of concern for Brittany's life.

Brittani glanced at the group and solemnly ordered, "Evacuate the participants, declare martial law throughout the city, and kill any looters who take advantage of the chaos on the spot."

"Yes!" The guards quickly left.

Brittany glanced into the distance again, and under the protection of her skeleton servants, quickly retreated.

……

Meanwhile, in Wuheng...

Bang~!

Before the ripples of the giant bell had even dissipated, a bronze spear shot through the air like a meteor, its tip colliding with the bell's body at the very moment.

Click!

The giant golden bell shattered like fragile glass, its fragments turning into specks of golden light and vanishing before they even hit the ground.

At that moment, three figures landed in a triangular formation, removing their black robes to reveal their faces.

Even though Wu Heng had never met the three newly promoted heroes of the Holy See, he knew that these were the three people in front of him.

An old man with empty hands, another holding a scepter, and the last holding the Holy Sword of the Papacy.

This holy sword also left an impression; the previous religious leader, Seidu, used this sword, so it seems he is the new religious leader, Draco.

They glanced at each other, then exchanged no words or opening remarks.

The religious leader's holy sword struck first, its golden sword energy tearing through the ground like a raging tide, evaporating stone slabs and burning the air wherever it passed!
Wu Heng's figure vanished in the blink of an eye, and as soon as he reappeared, countless golden swords of light shot towards him from behind.

With a flick of the spear, the mist instantly condensed into water arrows, colliding with the golden tide of swords!

Rumble~!

The magical energies collided, and the shockwave of the explosion hurled the ground high into the air, amidst the flying debris.

Amidst the billowing dust, countless blood-red flying knives swarmed in like a bee!
Following the throwing knife was the vampire skeleton 'Count Pizza', which flapped its fleshy wings and flew swiftly towards the elder of the three.

At the same time, two rivers of gray sword light traversed the battlefield and shot towards another person.

Like a comet traversing the battlefield!

Corn Sword Saint No. 1 and No. 2 also ran over closely behind.

Something is wrong!
The pupils of the three papal heroes contracted simultaneously.

The intelligence report only mentioned skeletons that can fly and use brute force to ram, but it didn't mention necromancers that can use hero-level skills.

Gray sword energy, blood-red flying daggers.

These were no ordinary undead; they even made them feel that their lives were threatened.

Wu Heng did indeed conduct necromancy experiments; those hesitant guys in the association...

Three skeletons were about to attack.

A hero clenched his fists tightly.

Golden choir silhouettes appeared in the clouds, and sacred chants cascaded down like a tide.

The skeletons' bones sizzled in the holy light, and their movements visibly slowed down, as if they were being held back by invisible chains.

It's that trick again...

The Wuheng bronze spear clashed with the religious leader and separated instantly, rapidly gathering the power of the dead.

Suddenly, he pointed to the sky!
Boom~!

A dark, ancient clock tower phantom tore through the sky, its decaying bronze bell swaying on its own, rippling out layers of black waves.

The soul fire in the eye sockets of the affected skeletons suddenly surged, and their bones emitted a teeth-grinding 'crunching' sound, yet they managed to withstand the choir's suppression!

The death knell.

This is a first-class merit medal provided by the association, and this is the first time it has been used.

The sky was split in two at that moment.

On one side, a choir gleamed in gold; on the other, a black bell rang, and wailing spirits howled.

It has a strong visual impact.

Count Pizza spread his wings again, no longer using the blood-red throwing knife. His body turned into a blood mist and disappeared, appearing directly behind the old hero in the next second.

The skull opened its mouth, its sharp fangs snapping at the opponent's neck.

The old man was startled and his body transformed into a streak of light to dodge the attack.

"Filthy thing." The old man cursed, and suddenly threw out a shackle engraved with holy runes.

Click!

The shackles precisely gripped Count Pizza's neck and wrist bones, slamming him hard into the ground.

No matter how the skeleton struggled, the golden light on the shackles pressed down like Mount Tai, and every act of resistance only triggered a more intense suppression!
His body was smashed deeper and deeper, until his entire head was buried in the ground.

"I'll kill him, you hold off these two skeletons," the old man shouted.

The other person nodded, and two golden knights appeared in front of him, together blocking the two gray sword-wielding skeletons.

Just as the old man took a step, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of him, pointing a finger at his brow, and the illusion vanished in a flash.

Just as I regained consciousness, an overwhelming drowsiness washed over me again.

Next, I was possessed by a ghost, and my body was constantly experiencing a feeling of struggle.

The ghosts keep appearing and disappearing, and the moment they become invisible, it becomes completely impossible to catch any trace of them.

damn it!
Why are there still so many ghosts?

……

Clang!
In mid-air, the bronze spear collided with the holy sword, and the shockwave from the explosion ripped up the ground within a radius of a hundred meters. With each strike of Wu Heng's spear, the light on the sword's blade dissipated a little, as if stripping away the power of the divine weapon.

The religious leader, skilled in close combat, stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Wu Heng, who was spreading his vampire wings and overwhelming him.

How could a necromancer possess such great power?

A power even stronger than his.

"What are you two doing? Can't you even handle a skeleton?" the religious leader roared!
Swish swish~!

Water jets pierced his thighs, and Wu Heng kicked him away.

At the same time, it flapped its wings and followed closely behind, saying coldly, "Didn't you ever consider that even three of you couldn't defeat me?"

(End of this chapter)