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Chapter 1039. Who caught whom?

The palace hall.

Inside the main hall, the air was so still it was almost suffocating.

The ministers fled back to the palace in a disheveled state, their robes in disarray and their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

Occasionally glancing out the window, one could see the distant sky torn in two, one half a holy golden choir, the other a decaying black clock tower. Even from miles away, the aftershocks of the energy collision caused the crystal chandelier to tremble slightly.

Faced with this situation, even if they escaped back.

Some people still clutched their chests, trying to calm their wildly beating hearts; others trembled, barely managing to stand by holding onto the giant pillars of the hall.

Is this what battles between heroes are like?
Ordinary professionals don't even have the right to watch.

At that moment, the side gate of the hall slowly opened.

Brittany walked in steadily, supported by her maid, her skirt perfectly in place, maintaining her dignified and composed demeanor.

However, compared to the happiness at the start of 'Courage Week', his face was now as cold as ice.

Following closely behind her were two tall skeletons with insect wings on their backs, and further back were the king's guards, fully armed, with their swords drawn, alerting the surroundings.

"Your Majesty!" The military commander stepped forward, his armor clanging. "Please move to the underground fortress to ensure your...

Brittany raised her fingertips slightly, and the commander's words came to an abrupt halt.

“It’s alright!” Brittany said softly.

If Wu Heng dies, she won't survive either, so whether or not she goes to the fortress is of little significance.

Moreover, Wu Heng knew about the enemy's actions in advance, so he was certain he wouldn't lose.

The hall was quiet for a few minutes again.

A commander strode into the hall, bowed, and reported, "Your Majesty! All the children who participated in the competition have been escorted home. Due to the chaos, there were some minor injuries from trampling, but no one died."

“Good, you did a great job.” Brittany praised calmly.

The ministers also looked curiously at the commander who had come to report.

This time, these people reacted very quickly. While evacuating on one side, they also sent the children who were participating in the competition out on the other side.

The hall fell silent again for a moment.

"Your Majesty!" The army commander stepped forward again, speaking coldly, "The heroes of the Papacy have openly attacked a royal ceremony, treating my children like dirt! If we do not lodge a protest with the Association, where is the dignity of the kingdom?"

They submitted a protest to the association and filed a lawsuit against the Vatican heroes.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then immediately erupted into an uproar.

Suing a hero? When did the kingdom become so assertive?

How dare they say such a thing.

An elderly minister dressed in purple robes immediately stepped forward, his voice steady yet sharp, “Your Majesty, the struggle between heroes is not something an ordinary kingdom can interfere with. Our kingdom has maintained neutrality for centuries. Perhaps we should wait until the heroes have settled their differences before making a decision.”

"Isn't this just being a fence-sitter!" a young general suddenly interrupted, shouting, "The leader of Wuheng promised to cultivate heroes for the kingdom. If he backs down now, wouldn't that be a clear case of ingratitude?"

"That's a battle between heroes. Even the association can't interfere, so what can we do about it?"

"At the very least, we need to make our stance clear."

"Your attitude may destroy the kingdom today."

The ministers present began to speak up, and the argument grew increasingly heated.

Brittany sat on her throne, her gaze sweeping over the officials below.

They weren't looking at those who opposed them, but rather curiously at the officials who wanted to resist the Papacy and align themselves with Wu Heng.

Based on her understanding of all the officials present, their choices would be to either align themselves with the Vatican or remain neutral, siding with whoever wins.

Unexpectedly, many people have directly expressed their support for Wu Heng today, and even directly boycotted the Vatican.

But then I thought about it again and immediately understood why.

When his gaze swept over the few people who were resolutely resisting the Vatican, he immediately understood their thoughts.

These people have reached level 18, or are close to level 18, and Wu Heng has promised to train heroes for the kingdom.

They started to be tempted too.

Want to take a gamble.

If Wuheng wins, could we support them?

After the crowd had been arguing for a while, Brittany tapped the armrest lightly, and the scene gradually quieted down.

He said in a deep voice, "For more than five hundred years, the Kingdom of Yeko has been a supporter of the Papacy. The resources it has paid and the believers it has provided are enough to pave every road from the capital to the church, but the Papacy has never considered the issue from the perspective of the kingdom."

The officials narrowed their eyes and remained silent.

“And the leader of Wuheng…” Brittani suddenly chuckled, then continued, “He built streetlights for the kingdom, quelled the war between the cities of Rentam, and promised to cultivate the kingdom’s own heroes. It’s quite obvious who is truly concerned for the kingdom.”

This makes the two sides a stark contrast.

Seeing that no one spoke.

Brittany coldly ordered, "The Royal Council shall draft a bill to expel all churches within the territory on charges of 'attempted murder,' and at the same time write a letter to the Association submitting evidence of 'the Vatican's heroes violating the peace pact.'"

After a brief pause, "The guards immediately proceeded to the local church, where the priests and knights were executed, and the nuns were imprisoned."

The three leaders of the Imperial Council exchanged a solemn look.

This signifies a complete break with the Vatican.

“Your Majesty…” An elderly minister’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “There are a large number of Papacy believers among the people. If we rashly strangle the priests, it may trigger a riot among the believers.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, why don’t we hear what the association has to say first?” another person chimed in.

"The kingdom has just been stabilized and needs to recuperate. We must be cautious."

Brittany's gaze swept downwards.

“So, you mean…” Brittani’s voice grew even more serious, “to continue kneeling. The Papacy has invaded the capital; are you still going to wait for their feigned mercy?”

Without further explanation, he turned to the commander of the personal guard and said, "Execute the order."

"Yes!" The commander pounded his chest with his right hand, the iron gloves clanging together, and strode out.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Everyone understands what this means.

If Wu Heng wins, the Kingdom of Yeke will be completely free from the Papacy.

If Wu Heng is defeated, everyone present today will be branded as a 'blasphemer,' and none of them will survive.

Brittany, that's what brought everyone together.

……

Inside the city.

People looked up, their pupils reflecting the terrifying scene in the sky.

Even though the live television broadcast had been turned off, the image of an arrow piercing through Wu Heng and the throne still left an indelible impression on everyone.

In addition, there were the distant, shadowy figures of choirs filling the sky.

You can also guess the other party's identity.

"Get out of the way! This is an official notice!"

Iron boots shattered the bluestone slabs, and the royal guards pushed through the crowd.

The notice was unfolded with a 'whoosh' and then pasted onto the notice board, bearing the sealing wax seal of the Imperial Council in the right corner.

As soon as the guards moved to the next intersection, people immediately surrounded them.

A bard was pushed onto a wooden crate. As he looked at the notice, his voice trembled as he read, "The Papacy's heroes, under the guise of the Courageous Week, plotted to murder Lord Wu Heng, severing the path of the kingdom's heroes...!"

As the contents of the notice were read aloud.

The crowd erupted again.

……

the other side.

"Blasphemers! You will be punished by the gods."

The priests' roars echoed across the square. Their snow-white robes were stained with mud as they were dragged along, and they were forcibly carried to the execution platform.

"This is blasphemy; you will all have no afterlife!"

"You can't do that. The Holy Temple won't let the Kingdom of Yeko off the hook."

The priests roared loudly.

He looked fearful when the guards threatened to get serious.

Below, a large crowd had gathered, with many believers clashing with the guards, loudly questioning and arguing. The scene was chaotic.

Soon, all the priests were dragged onto the execution platform.

The captain of the guard raised his sword, glanced in the direction of the palace, took a deep breath, and coldly ordered, "Execute!"

With a shrill whistling sound as the blade sliced ​​through the air, more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground.

Blood splattered on the flowerbed in the center of the square, turning the surrounding area crimson.

"God, why is this happening?"

“Britanni, you are a sinner of the kingdom…”

In the center of the square, wails and cries of agony filled the air.

……

"Didn't you ever think of that!" Wu Heng's bat wings suddenly flapped, and his figure lunged forward like a ghost. The bronze spear in his hand transformed into a streak of azure light and shot out through the air. "Even three of you can't beat me?"

Just as the religious leader was about to transform into golden light and escape, his eyes narrowed, and he slashed forward with his longsword. With a clang, the sword struck the thrown spear, exploding into dazzling sparks.

Ta Ta Ta Ta~!

The religious leader was forced back three steps by the shock, the ground beneath his feet caved in, and he stared ahead with a furrowed brow, shouting sharply, "Who exactly are you? You're not a necromancer!"

No magic-based profession could possibly possess such power.

Combined with the many things that happened to him, it made people increasingly suspicious that he might be some ancient monster who had been reincarnated.

Wu Heng did not answer. He reached out and caught the spear that flew back. His figure flickered, appearing and disappearing in the sword light. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside his opponent, and the spear in his hand fell like raindrops.

The golden light of the holy sword in the religious leader's hand continued to dissipate, and he was showing increasing difficulty.

"Aren't you the Four Holy Thrones?" Wu Heng's spear crashed down like Mount Tai. "Why are there only three of you? Or are you hiding and too ashamed to show yourselves?"

The religious leader's face was cold and stern. "Killing you is enough."

As he spoke, he threw his head back and roared, his body bursting forth with a holy light as intense as the sun.

Buzz~!

Wu Heng felt as if a thousand bronze bells were ringing in his mind at the same time, his vision went completely white, and at the same time, a huge force pushed his body backward a hundred meters.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, the religious leader flipped his hand and produced a jet-black iron chain. The chain was engraved with twisted runes, and each link was inlaid with a relief of a screaming human face.

It was thrown straight at Wu Heng.

Wow!
The iron chains shot out like living creatures, twisting in the air into ferocious pythons, their fang-like barbs aimed straight for Wu Heng's limbs and joints!

However, Wu Heng possesses a mental barrier, and the abnormal state disappears in the blink of an eye.

The bronze spear was suddenly swung out, smashing towards the flying iron chain.

Bang~!

The iron chains exploded into countless fragments, and the distorted human face reliefs emitted mournful howls before disappearing without a trace.

The religious leader's face grew even uglier, and he roared at the distance, "What's wrong with you all? Can't you even handle the skeletons and ghosts?"

……

the other side.

Go back to your graves!

The white-haired papal hero roared, his snow-white robes billowing without wind, and a dazzling golden phantom suddenly unfolded behind him, holy light cascading down. He raised his golden greatsword high and slashed fiercely at the ghost in front of him!

Swish~!

Wherever the sword light passed, the air emitted a burnt smell, and the ground was pierced with a trench that looked like molten gold.

However!

The ghost vanished like smoke the instant the blade touched it, disappearing without a trace.

A series of mocking laughs lingered in the air: "Can't hit it, how infuriating!"

Guess where I am?

"La la la~!"

The old hero's eyelids twitched with anger. He wanted to turn around and rush to his companions' aid, but the ghosts reappeared from the shadows. One ghost reached out and touched his forehead, while the other reached behind him and struck his back.

Granda's abilities include attacks that target the soul.

The old hero had no choice but to turn around and block, only to be entangled by the ghost once again.

He is now in a dilemma; if he doesn't move, the four ghosts won't appear so frequently.

However, if I want to come to the aid of either side, the four ghosts will interfere.

The most troublesome thing is that one can make people enter a hallucination, and the other forcibly pulls people into a dream.

He hadn't expected that all four ghosts would possess such high attributes.

Even the immortal emperor of the endless desert probably doesn't possess heroes of this caliber, let alone four of them.

He stood there, with his companions on either side constantly urging him for help.

But we can only remain in this stalemate, maintaining a high level of concentration to prevent our minds from entering a hallucination or dream.

……

The position further to the right.

The middle-aged hero raised his arms to the sky, and hundreds of golden sword energies poured out like a burst dam, converging in the air to form a dazzling golden river that shot forward.

The two Corn Sword Saints quickly converged, also gathering a torrent of gray sword energy, and once again crashed into the golden river.

Boom~!

The space rippled the moment the three forces collided.

The ground in the center collapsed layer by layer, and the rubble was pulverized before it could even fly.
The middle-aged hero's face was ashen.

Hearing his companion's shout, he yelled back without turning his head, "Wait a little longer!"

……

"It seems your friend won't be able to save you in time!"

Wu Heng's voice still lingered in the air, but his figure had suddenly vanished.

In the next instant, he appeared like a ghost beside the religious leader, his spear whistling through the air as he cleaved down!
At the same time, countless water arrows and water lines shot out from all directions, blocking every inch of the religious leader's escape route like a torrential rain.

The religious leader's pupils constricted, and fear crept up his spine like a venomous snake.

With a sudden gritted teeth, golden light emanated from his body once again, blasting Wu Heng back a hundred meters!

"Your melee combat ability comes from that weapon, doesn't it?" The religious leader suddenly smiled, as if he had discovered the other's secret.

With a casual flick of his wrist, a golden silk scroll suddenly appeared in his hand.

Suddenly unfurled, two large golden characters appeared on the scroll and shot into the sky.

Forbidden Army!

boom!
An invisible and vast power instantly enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of miles. Wu Heng felt the spear in his hand suddenly become as heavy as a mountain. His five fingers trembled, and the weapon crashed to the ground, embedding itself deeply in the soil!
At the same time, the religious leader's holy sword, the Count of Pizza's two daggers, the old hero's scepter, and all the weapons were firmly driven into the ground.

With everyone having lost their weapons, the religious leader instead revealed a confident expression.

His figure transformed into golden light, instantly closing in on Wu Heng, grabbing his shoulder with one hand, "Got you!"

With his right fist clenched tightly in silver armor, he slammed it hard towards Wu Heng's face.

Bang~!

The expected head did not explode.

The religious leader's smile froze instantly; the punch he threw was like hitting a steel plate.

"You caught me?" Wu Heng straightened his head, which had been tilted back.

Crimson lines appeared on his face and neck, like magma surging beneath his skin, and the intense heat distorted the air!
Before the religious leader could react, Wu Heng's fists had already rained down like a storm!
Boom boom boom~!

Each punch was accompanied by a burst of air, and the air itself was shattered!

The religious leader hastily parried, only to be horrified to discover that the opponent's punches were extremely tricky in angle, and the counterattacks landed on Wu Heng like an ant trying to shake a tree, with the opponent neither dodging nor avoiding them.

Wu Heng's fists struck him so hard that his internal organs felt like they were about to burst!
Even more frightening was that he was losing moisture rapidly, his skin was wrinkling, and his movements were becoming increasingly slow.

Poof~!

Suddenly, Wu Heng's five fingers, like hooks, pierced into the religious leader's chest!
Amidst the splatter of blood, he ripped it apart violently!
A still-beating heart was forcibly ripped out!
Hot blood flowed down Wu Heng's arm. The religious leader stared wide-eyed at the heart that was being held in the enemy's hand.

damn it!
The three of them were indeed no match for him.

Wu Heng stared coldly at him. "Now, who has captured whom?"

(End of this chapter)