Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1040, All Misunderstandings

Once you become a hero, your heart and head are no longer fatal weaknesses; even if they are damaged, you won't die instantly.

The religious leader's chest was hollow, and blood cascaded down like a waterfall, turning the scorched earth beneath his feet a dark red.

The hero's physique causes the muscles to instinctively writhe in an attempt to heal, but this is suppressed by the filthy light that binds the wound, preventing recovery.

The gaze that had been fixed on Wu Heng now turned into a mixture of fear and vigilance.

Miscalculated.

I thought I would have the upper hand without a weapon, but my opponent seemed to be throwing even more punches.

He beat himself up to this state.

Not far away, the sounds of the battle between the other two papal heroes gradually subsided, and they kept glancing over in this direction out of the corner of their eyes.

The monk Wu Heng's robes fluttered in the wind, and the crimson patterns on his skin flowed like lava.

A beating heart is casually grasped in a hand, each contraction spurting out fine droplets of blood.

The scene was so impactful that it even momentarily stunned the two battle-hardened heroes.

The three of them might actually be no match for him.

Although Wu Heng had the upper hand, he was not having an easy time either, as every attack from the religious leader carried a penetrating effect with holy attributes.

Moreover, the phantom of the choir in the sky continuously showered holy light, affecting not only the undead, but also causing him to feel an immense burning sensation throughout his body, as if a branding iron was being pressed against every inch of his skin.

He looked down at the still convulsing heart in his hand.

Click!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he bit off a piece of flesh.

Blood dripped down his chin, and the sticky sound of chewing was clearly audible.

[Increased resistance to shimmering light.]

The moment the system notification popped up, the burning sensation throughout my body suddenly lessened.

Sure enough, this effect can be resolved by increasing resistance.

"What the hell are you...?" The religious leader's mind completely collapsed. He cursed and transformed into a golden light, fleeing into the distance.

Wu Heng stored his heart in his spatial ring, and his figure vanished instantly, blocking the path the golden light was about to take.

Boom~!

A whip kick came down like a battle axe, the air was blown apart and rippled visible to the naked eye.

The religious leader crashed into the ground like a meteorite, sending rubble and dust shooting into the sky like a fountain.

Whoosh~!

A golden beam of light suddenly shot out from the smoke and dust. Wu Heng turned his head to dodge, and the beam grazed his ear, melting a hole several meters in diameter in the distant mountain wall.

Below, the religious leader attempted to escape again, but a barrage of water arrows rained down, instantly blocking all escape routes.

The religious leader's fleeing figure paused for a moment, and Wu Heng's figure chased after him again.

Bang bang bang bang~!

A barrage of punches rained down on him all over his body.

There were no techniques, no methods, just pure, absolute dominance of power and speed.

Each punch unleashed a ring-shaped shockwave.

The religious leader felt that the opponent was getting fiercer and fiercer as they fought, like a wild beast with inexhaustible strength. He had no chance to escape and could hardly resist.

The protective golden light, like a fragile eggshell, shattered piece by piece under the torrential downpour.

What kind of mage is this? What kind of monster is this?

Poof~!

The next second, the hole in his chest was pierced again, torn open with force.

Wow~!

The religious leader's body was torn in two like a rag, his internal organs and blood raining down.

Even heroes cannot heal at this point.

A ghostly figure emerged from the remains of the corpse. It showed no anger or roar, but merely glanced indifferently at Wu Heng before turning and disappearing.

[The Cage of Bones]

A ghastly bone cell rose from the ground, but there was no sign of any ghosts inside.

Ran?

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed. "Granda, he's escaped."

Upon hearing this, Granda, who was locked in battle with the elderly hero, immediately became ethereal.

The old hero roared, and the golden phantom giant sword behind him slashed down, with holy light pouring down like a waterfall.

"Take care of yourself!" Wu Heng's figure appeared behind him through teleportation.

……

I heard a sound coming from behind me.

The old hero's face twisted instantly, fear overwhelming the fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Evil, evil!"

His voice trembled, as if he were forcing himself to speak.

Holy light surged around him, scorching the bodies of Youhun and Wu Heng. The golden phantom giant sword was raised high and then slashed down fiercely.

The phantom was formed from holy light and was an elemental entity; the longsword in its hand was not affected by the 'Forbidden Weapon' effect.

Boom~!

As the sword energy struck, a ravine tens of meters long was ripped open in the earth.

Wu Heng dodged to the side like a ghost, and then kicked the old hero squarely in the chest.

The leather armor on his body dented instantly, he vomited water, and his body was sent flying backward by the force of the kick. Wu Heng spread his bat wings and followed closely behind.

"Attack! Faster!" the old hero roared, his golden phantom wildly swinging his sword, unleashing a dense barrage of sword energy in an attempt to slow the opponent's advance.

At the same time, in a panic, he pulled out a dagger from his spatial ring, but it fell to the ground with a clatter as soon as it appeared in his palm.

"The forbidden troops! Damn it!" the old hero cursed again.

At that moment, Wu Heng's figure had already arrived at his side, and his fist smashed down like a meteorite!

Boom boom boom~!

Each blow was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones shattering.

The old hero was bombarded back and forth in the air like a broken sandbag. The holy light phantom grew fainter and fainter. The old hero gritted his teeth, and the holy light phantom began to burst with intense light, then exploded with a bang.

Wu Heng's body was thrown away.

The old hero turned to look at another battlefield and roared, "Aren't you coming over here! Are we going to wait for these monsters to be defeated one by one?"

Upon hearing this, another Papal hero erupted with holy light, forcibly breaking away from the battlefield and flying towards this side as well.

A small voice suddenly sounded in my ear, "Uncle, are they about to combine and transform?"

The novel is about a divine servant.

In their last battle, the two papal heroes were able to merge into a divine servant.

Their combat power also increased several levels instantly.

At this moment, the two did not run away, but instead approached each other, giving the impression that they were about to merge.

"I know!" Wu Heng said, and chased after them again.

In the air, water droplets quickly condensed and shot out like a torrential rain, attempting to stop the two people who were approaching.

But the two on the other side seemed determined, charging directly into the area covered by the 'torrential rain' and continuing to approach.

Buzz~!

Amidst the smoke and dust blanketed by the torrential rain, a blinding holy light exploded like the blazing sun, and two figures began to twist and merge.

Just before the two figures became increasingly illusory and gradually formed into six-winged divine servants.

Wu Heng shot into the dust like a cannonball, and a sonic boom-inducing front kick landed directly on one of the men's chest.

Click~!

With a clear cracking sound, the man was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the rocks behind him.

The nascent divine servant figure, which was about to take shape, instantly disintegrated, turning into countless specks of light.

Wu Heng swung his fist and knocked the other person to the ground, then slammed his knee into the other person's chest. His fists became afterimages as they continued to fall.

Bang Bang Bang ~!

The dense force of the punches shattered the ground, while the other person who had been kicked away in the distance was already engulfed by the gray sword energy torrent condensed by the arriving Corn Sword Saints No. 1 and No. 2.

"Wu Heng, Wu Heng, don't kill me." The hero beneath him, his body no longer human, pleaded desperately, "Killing me won't do any good. The Holy See will just have new heroes. Don't kill me, let's talk."

Wu Heng slowly straightened up, his body radiating a crimson aura. "How did you create this new hero?"

The other person's eyes narrowed. "I can't say!"

"Then die!" Wu Heng smashed his throat with a punch, his head twisting grotesquely.

The ghost appeared the moment the body died.

This time, Wu Heng was prepared. The bone cage rose quickly, trapping the fleeing ghost inside. "Wu Heng, this is a misunderstanding! Don't kill me! If the ghost is destroyed, I'll really die!" the ghost begged in terror.

He didn't know what happened either; how did the well-planned ambush turn out like this?

Three heroes on their side were brutally killed by a magic-based hero's punches.

"Isn't it too late to say all this now?" Wu Heng took out the Demon Soul Pot, and with the power of the dead, the ghosts flew into the Demon Soul Pot.

"Wu Heng, you are entitled to compensation."

"Don't kill me, we can discuss any conditions."

"There's a misunderstanding here..."

Before they flew in completely, they could still hear the other side shouting, trying to resolve the situation peacefully.

After collecting all the ghosts into the Demon Soul Pot, Wu Heng closed the lid and continued towards the distant rocky mountain.

The rocky mountain has been leveled into a flat slope, and three ghostly figures surround the spirit of the old hero.

Upon seeing Wu Heng approach, he immediately said, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Wu Heng calmly took out the Demon Soul Pot, opened the lid, and said, "Go in!"

The power of the dead pulled him forcefully into the Demon Soul Pot.

"Uncle, isn't there one more?" Xiaoxiao asked.

“Granda went after him, let’s go check it out.” Wu Heng sensed the direction of Granda’s location and then said to the skeleton, “Collect all the corpses.”

After saying that, he chased after Granda.

After flying for a distance...

Then they saw Granda floating leisurely in mid-air, with the ghost of the trapped religious leader beside him.

They were lobbying Granda at that time.

"What future do you have following Treasure Island? Release me, and the Vatican can give you much more..."

"Once the two sides start fighting, your kindness today will be your way out..."

"The Vatican can even help you reshape your physical body!"

Granda glanced at him helplessly, about to speak, when her gaze turned to the distance and she saw Wu Heng leading the other ghosts flying over. "Is it over?"

"It went more smoothly than expected," Wu Heng said with a smile.

Xiao Xiao immediately said, "Auntie! You don't know, they wanted to combine and transform, but Uncle kicked one of them away."

"The fusion didn't work?"

"No, if we succeed, we have to run."

The religious leader beside him looked even more solemn, clearly the other two had also been killed. He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Wu Heng, I am the leader of the association. You must handle this matter through the association."

"Did you follow the association's procedures before coming to kill me?" Wu Heng interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

“This…” the ghost paused, “This situation is different.”

Wu Heng unscrewed the lid of the kettle. "Anyway, the association doesn't know you died at my hands for the time being. Let's wait until they find out. Besides, the Vatican has no shortage of heroes. Whether you live or die is not important."

"you……."

Wu Heng ignored his nonsense and put it into the Demon Soul Pot as well.

One person and four souls returned to the main battlefield.

Corn Sword Saint No. 1 and No. 2 have already dragged the three corpses together.

The religious leader's body was vertically split in two, and the other two bodies were twisted beyond recognition.

But it's not a big problem; the corpse will be repaired when the undead are transformed.

The only question is whether the internal organs can be removed normally, since we're still hoping to use them to improve our resistance!

"Uncle, please save Count Pizza! He kowtowed so many times today, his New Year's money could buy a house!" Little Xiao rushed over and said anxiously.

Wu Heng followed and saw the Count of Pizza, who was bound by shackles.

The entire skull was stuck on the ground, and a deep crater had been created beneath it.

They still looked rather pitiful.

【Heavy Prisoner's Shackles (Strange Item)】

[Effect: Traps the target, restricting their movement.]

[Side effect: The target is completely 'dead,' and the shackles are removed.]

(Description: A heavy, rusty yoke, its surface covered with wear and dark red stains, as if soaked in the despair of countless prisoners.)
This prop is really good.

But only death can remove it, and the death of a necromancer should extinguish its soul flame!
One is a prop, and the other is a hero-level skeleton.

Wu Heng still felt that the vampire skeletons with flight capabilities were more important.

“We can’t unravel this strange object. We’ll see how to get him out later,” Wu Heng said to Xiao Xiao.

Little One flew over and comforted the skeleton, "I'll rescue you soon, don't worry."

Wu Heng took out a straw mat and had Sword Saint Number One and Number Two roll up the corpse.

Then go and pick up the weapons that have fallen to the ground.

The words "Forbidden Soldiers" in the sky faded more and more, but they still floated in the air, like a law or restriction, changing the rules of this area.

The weapon that had fallen to the ground was still too heavy to pick up.

The weapons were still there, and he didn't dare leave. He sat down on a nearby boulder, took out his phone, and called Brittany to let her know he was safe.

……

The palace hall.

Brittany sat on her throne, her slender fingers gently tapping the armrests.

The captain of the guard knelt on one knee, his armor striking the ground with a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty, notices have been posted throughout the city." The captain's voice echoed in the empty hall. "The entire Papacy has been sealed off, and twelve priests and knights of the Holy See... have been publicly executed."

When he said the word 'execution,' his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Once the priest is killed, there's no turning back.

Brittany nodded slightly. "How's the reaction in the city?"

"A small-scale riot broke out among the believers, but it has been suppressed," the captain reported, bowing his head. "Three hundred and fifty-two radical believers have been arrested, and the patrols have been tripled and are now patrolling the entire city."

Brittany's long, slender fingers suddenly stopped.

The temperature inside the hall seemed to drop suddenly.

This is what makes the Vatican so terrifying: without resorting to violence, a simple utterance of "the will of God" during a sermon is enough to turn docile citizens into fanatics.

What's even more frightening is that in this world where everyone is a professional, if the riots get out of control, it's entirely possible that the regime could be overthrown in a single day.

“Well done,” Brittany finally spoke. “Let’s rest now.”

The captain nodded and stepped aside to wait quietly.

The main hall fell silent once more.

The elderly court monk sat on a wooden stool brought by a maid, his withered fingers gripping a scepter.

The young official beside him kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, leaving a small water stain on the stone slab.

There's nothing else to report.

But the meeting did not end there.

Everyone knew what they were waiting for: for the two sides outside to finish their battle and for the final outcome.

Is it a complete break from the Papacy, or a mutual annihilation?

Brittany suddenly looked up and gazed outside the palace.

The hands of the clock on the wall are slowly moving toward 12 o'clock.

Ring ring ring~!

The crisp sound of the bell, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering, instantly broke the silence in the hall.

All eyes turned to the throne, where Brittany took something out of the inner pocket of her gorgeous dress and placed it beside her ear.

The Queen's tense expression melted away the moment she heard the contents of the phone call.

A smile played on his lips, and a triumphant glint appeared in his eyes.

After saying a few words, he put his phone away and looked down again.

"Your Majesty, is there any news?" the Finance Minister asked anxiously.

“Three heroes of the Papacy,” Brittany’s clear and calm voice echoed beneath the dome of the hall, “have all been annihilated by His Excellency Wu Heng.”

Wow~!

The hall erupted in chaos.

Exterminate them!

They didn't just repel them; they killed them outright.

One killed three heroes...

(End of this chapter)