Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1090, Give You a Chance
The Pope buried his head deep in the ground and, in a hoarse and excited voice, recited the blasphemer's crimes.

After the statement is finished.

A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the entire hall.

Suddenly, the divine light on the altar burst into a blazing burst, and the pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth fluctuated slightly, and a tall figure slowly stepped out from it.

He took a step forward and appeared before the Pope and a group of prostrating archbishops.

Endless light still enveloped the body, making it difficult to see its specific face.

"waste."

A low voice sounded, filled with disappointment.

The spirit didn't even look at the Pope, but just waved his hand casually.

In an instant, the images in the Pope's memory were like film that was forcibly extracted, suddenly projected into the air, flashing rapidly.

The glory of the Holy See, its internal intrigues, and its negotiations with various forces.

When the images related to Treasure Island and Wu Heng appeared on the screen, the flashing speed suddenly slowed down, and every event was played and examined in detail.

Then, the picture accelerated again until the association's content appeared, and the speed slowed down again.

When all the memories receded like the tide, the indifferent gaze finally fell on the Pope who was almost collapsing on the ground.

"The Association? Wu Heng? How could they have brought the Holy See to this point?"

God's voice was still calm, but this time it was filled with anger.

Rather than being angry at the losses Wu Heng brought to the Holy See, it is more infuriating that some secular forces dared to override the Holy See and challenge the majesty of God.

It even lasted for hundreds of years.

The majestic divine power suddenly intensified, like an invisible giant mountain pressing down!

Uh-huh~!

The Pope groaned in pain, his body suddenly sank downwards, and his bones creaked under the heavy burden.

The hard holy bricks under his feet cracked layer by layer, and spider-web-like cracks spread wildly.

The next second, blazing white sacred flames shot up from under his feet without warning and completely engulfed him in an instant!
Ah~! !
The shrill screams echoed throughout the church, terrified all the believers and bishops who were lying on the ground.

They were unable to raise their heads under the divine might, and could only hear the crackling of flames and the horrific sounds of flesh being scorched and peeled off, and smell the sickening burnt smell.

The flames continued to burn, and the Pope's figure was twisted and carbonized in the flames. He endured extreme pain but could not faint, nor die.

After a moment, the grand voice sounded with a hint of boredom, "Forget it! Come back and receive your punishment after this matter is settled."

As soon as the words fell, the flames suddenly went out.

A charred body, almost unrecognizable as a human, fell to the ground with a thud, emitting wisps of green smoke.

The Pope, who looked like a charred corpse, used up his last bit of strength and uttered a hoarse voice with his twisted vocal cords: "I will obey the oracle... and will... accept the punishment...!"

"Prepare to destroy the gods and destroy the religions. It is also time to thoroughly purify this world."

The god whispered indifferently, and his figure disappeared quietly in the endless light like bubbles in the sun, leaving only the dead silence in the hall and a kneeling charred corpse.

……

Association headquarters, leader's meeting room.

The atmosphere was solemn.

'Sword of Justice' Hadrayi sat in the main seat, his sharp eyes sweeping over the people below, and then landing on the religious representatives of the Vatican.

"The Secret Whisperer has just passed on the latest intelligence," Hadarai said in a low voice, "It has been confirmed that the former leader of the Twelve Heavens Holy Church is actually the archbishop of the original vampire clan, the Grey Holy Church.

There is strong evidence that he has been promoted to the rank of hero and is planning attacks on several important churches in the Vatican. The Vatican must be highly vigilant about this matter."

The religious representative nodded slightly with a blank expression, "I will report this matter to the Holy Church immediately."

Hadarai gave him a deep look and then changed the subject, bringing the discussion back to the dispute between the two sides. "Has the Holy Temple still not given a clear response regarding Treasure Island?"

The religious representative still shook his head, "Not yet!"

"Have you taken the initiative to communicate with the Holy Church? Express the association's wish for peaceful coexistence between the two sides?" Hadarai asked, with a barely perceptible hint of urgency in his tone.

The religious representative was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "I have conveyed your thoughts truthfully."

Hadarai sighed and leaned forward slightly. "Given the current situation, peace is the best solution for both sides. Moreover, the technology mastered by Treasure Island will be of great benefit to the Holy Temple and all believers."

"Communication, treatment, childbirth... these tangible benefits, aren't they worth it...?"

"Oh? You think highly of him too?"

A hollow, indifferent voice suddenly interrupted Hadarai's words.

Everyone in the conference room suddenly froze, as if frozen by invisible ice!

In the center of the conference room, the space was slightly distorted, and a figure surrounded by endless divine light appeared without warning.

There were no clear facial features, only a brilliance that was impossible to look directly at. The overwhelming pressure instantly filled the entire room, the air solidified, the laws wailed, and the energy flow in everyone's body became extremely sluggish!

The religious representative's body trembled violently. The sacred aura of the same origin made him instantly understand something. Almost instinctively, he stood up, prostrated himself, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Welcome to the Holy Father!"

"Who are you?!" Hadarai suppressed the trembling of his soul and asked in a stern voice, but his heart was already in turmoil and a terrible guess emerged uncontrollably.

The 'God' ignored the prostrating religious representatives and calmly sat down in an empty seat next to Hadarai. His indifferent gaze swept across the entire audience, finally settling on Hadarai.

Just hook your finger casually.

Above Hadarai's head, past experiences, memories, and even deep-seated thoughts were projected uncontrollably in the air like forcibly played images!
The images moved at a rapid speed, and only slowed down when it came to information about the Holy See, Wu Heng, etc.

"A group founded by just a few heroes dares to overthrow the Church?" The divine spirit's voice betrayed no emotion, only a look of indifference, as if looking down upon an ant. "The elves... it seems they've been at peace for too long, and they have too many heroes."

Before he finished speaking, the 'God' flicked his finger lightly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no brilliant energy brilliance.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone in the conference room, Hadarai, the leader of the association and the Sword of Justice, this powerful elven hero, collapsed instantly.

Along with the armor he was wearing, the magical accessories he was wearing, and even his soul... in just a blink of an eye, like pencil marks being erased by an eraser, they all instantly collapsed and disappeared without a trace!

Not even a trace of ash or a single energy fluctuation was left!

"Damn monster~!"

The dwarf leader's eyes were bloodshot and he was furious. He held a battle axe in his hand and was about to pounce.

However, he still couldn't leave his seat.

The 'god's' gaze didn't even really fall on him.

The dwarf elder's majestic body, along with the battle axe in his hand, shattered and annihilated silently in an instant, disappearing in the same way as Hadarai.

The leader of the Hongwen Society, an elf known for his calmness and wisdom, had his spell that he was about to condense forcibly canceled.

He sat stiffly in the chair, his pupils constricted and cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

This... is not a force that heroes can resist.

In the face of such incomprehensible power, any action would be self-destructive.

Everything recorded in the history books of the elves is true.

"It seems the Church's concession!" The 'God's' gaze, as if it were real, swept over the remaining pale elven hero and the tense vampire representative. "It has fostered an undue arrogance among you."

His gaze lingered on the vampire representative for a moment.

The next second, the vampire representative was unable to even utter a scream before he also turned into the most basic particles and dissipated into nothingness.

In the conference room, only the leader of the Hongwen Society and the representative of the Holy See who stood respectfully beside him were left.

"You're the only one left! Don't you plan to do something for your 'association'?"

The heart of the leader of the Hongwen Society almost jumped out of his chest. He swallowed hard, and the huge fear and reason fought wildly.

He glanced at the empty chair beside him, then at the glorious figure that was watching him indifferently. Finally, he bowed deeply with the most humble attitude and said, "Greetings...Greetings to the Lord God."

"Very good." The indifferent voice of the 'God' sounded, "From now on, the Association will take the lead in clearing out all the Lingqi Church churches on the continent. As for Wu Heng... I will deal with him personally."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Also, a notice to all races! Existing heroes must submit to the Church within a certain timeframe. Failure to do so will result in their fate."

The leader of the Hongwen Society shuddered, bowed his head deeply, and said in a dry and submissive voice, "Yes... I will obey the oracle."

When he mustered the courage to raise his head again, the radiant figure in the center of the conference room, a figure that had inspired despair, had vanished silently, just as it had appeared. ...

Treasure Island, the island owner’s mansion.

After arranging for everyone to take shelter in the gate, Wu Heng felt a little more relaxed. He walked upstairs and pushed open the wooden door of the study.

The moment the door opened, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the dim study, a figure shrouded in a hazy divine light was sitting quietly in the high-backed chair he usually sat in, casually flipping through a book on the bookshelf called "The Great Detective's Detective Collection".

The divine light will burn the ghosts around it and push them backwards.

Too far to get close.

When did you come?
Both myself and the ghost were level 20, yet I didn't even notice it.

Wu Heng's heart was filled with alarm, and it was almost an instinctive reaction, and the magic power in his body instantly boiled over!
Swish swish~!

The water vapor condensed instantly and turned into countless extremely sharp water arrows, shooting towards the uninvited guests in front like a storm!
At the same time, multiple compressed 'water lines' twisted towards each other.

However, all the magic that he was proud of melted and dissipated silently the moment it came into contact with the divine light surrounding him.

"Is this how you treat your guests? The gods of Lingqi Religion!" The other party sneered.

Wu Heng's heart trembled, and he immediately raised his hand to stop the ghost that wanted to pounce on him. His eyes were fixed on the other party, and his mind was working rapidly, looking for a chance to survive.

"Are you the one behind the Vatican?"

"It seems you're not completely unprepared." The 'God' closed the book in his hand and casually set it aside. His 'face', shrouded in light, seemed to turn towards Wu Heng. "I've observed everything you've done, and I do think you possess some unexpected talent! Now, I'll give you a chance to survive. What do you think?"

"Oh? What kind of opportunity?" Wu Heng tensed his muscles and secretly prepared for a fight.

"It's simple. Join the Vatican! I can make you the Pope of this plane, ruling over the world's religious authority." 'God' spoke with a kind of almsgiving pride. "All the heroes of the Association have now submitted to the Vatican. Then, you will be their leader. This will not be a loss for you, but a gain of true authority."

Make yourself Pope?
This sentence was really beyond Wu Heng's expectations.

He had mentally rehearsed several scenarios of meeting the 'god' of the Vatican, but he never imagined there would be one like this.

Moreover, it seemed that he didn't care much about killing so many popes and heroes.

"It sounds...like a windfall." Wu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, he could clearly sense the opponent's divine power, which was like a vast starry sea.

If I could hold out for a few more months, would I also gain that power?

"Of course." The deity seemed to chuckle lightly, and with a casual wave of his hand, a scroll exuding an ancient aura flew out from the divine light, unfurled in front of Wu Heng with a whoosh, and floated in the air.

"Sign it! The papacy is yours."

The scroll contained an extremely ancient divine script, but the next second, with the support of the Wuheng System panel, the meaning of the text was instantly and thoroughly analyzed.

Besides the complex divine runes, the scroll's core efficacy is also fully revealed.

The signer's subjective consciousness will be completely distorted, making it impossible for them to have any negative thoughts about their faith. Their emotions will be stripped away and transformed into absolute loyalty to their faith.

Slave contract?

A religious version of a slave contract.

Wu Heng's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

The deity not far away seemed to immediately sense the drastic change in his emotions. The radiance surrounding him suddenly intensified, and his voice turned icy, "You... have another choice?"

Wu Heng didn't speak. The teleportation array instantly lit up beneath his feet. However, the array shattered as soon as it appeared, just like fragile glass!
Then, an immense pressure instantly immobilized him, the enormous force almost crushing his bones!
“It seems you truly are an untamed rebel.” 'God’s' voice carried a hint of regret as he slowly rose from his high-backed chair and took two steps forward. “I’d like to see how you manage to come up with those…interesting little gadgets.”

He pointed lightly at Wu Heng's brow from a distance.

boom!
Wu Heng felt as if an invisible force had crashed hard into his mental sea!
The mental barrier shattered instantly, like paper! Intense pain swept through the soul, and countless fragments of memory were forcibly extracted and stripped away uncontrollably, projected into the air like a revolving lantern.

Student days, graduation and job hunting, obtaining the bronze key, a sudden zombie outbreak, joining the association, fighting all the way to the position of hero... and how to use the knowledge of another world to spread faith and develop power...!
The deity remained standing still. Although his face was not visible, the faint ripples of divine light emanating from him clearly conveyed his surprise and astonishment.

"So... they're humans from that lost land! What an unexpected bonus." A hint of surprise suddenly appeared in the 'god's' voice.

"Damn it!" Wu Heng roared, and suddenly fiery red runes appeared all over his body.

His body forcefully broke free from the oppressive force, and his aura exploded, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack inch by inch!

"kill!"

Countless highly compressed water droplets reappeared, pouring out like a metallic storm, instantly tearing the furniture and bookshelves in the study to shreds!
Sand, gravel, and wood chips filled the air, and dust billowed everywhere!
Under the cover of the barrage of attacks, Wu Heng's figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared behind the god using a short-range teleportation technique!

The bronze spear, imbued with all his power, slashed towards the dazzling divine light!

Clang! Boom!

The spear and the divine light collided violently, producing a deafening explosion!

The seemingly invincible divine light shield actually fluctuated violently under this attack, and the outermost two or three halos of light shattered like broken glass!

The radiance surrounding the 'god' noticeably faltered, and the voice that came through it carried a hint of surprise, "Hmm! You're really giving me more and more surprises."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Wu Heng continued his offensive, his spear spinning, his energy being unleashed without reservation.

Magic, physical strength—everything at their disposal was unleashed.

The entire study instantly transformed into the center of an energy storm!
He unleashed all the cards he had prepared and his reckless playing style.

And all of this did indeed create a brief stalemate with this deity.

"You really are... not fit to live!" The 'god's' voice was utterly cold.

The moment the divine light blew him away, he raised his hand again and flicked his finger lightly at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng's pupils shrank to pinpoints. The [Martyr's Scale Armor] burst forth with light, and the snow-white scales shattered and crumbled inch by inch. The substitution effect was triggered instantly and then instantly annihilated by an even more powerful force!

Before he could even react, he felt as if his very existence was about to be completely erased by that finger!
Boom!

His body felt as if it had been struck by a massive hammer, and he was sent flying backward, crashing violently through the study wall, sending debris and dust flying everywhere!

"I gave you a chance...!" The voice of God, like a death knell, pierced through the smoke and dust.

He raised his hand again, pointing his finger toward Wu Heng's location.

Wu Heng struggled to his feet from the ruins, covered in blood, his scales shattered, but his eyes still bright. He roared at the anxious ghosts trying to rush towards him, "Go! You are no match for them!"

At the same time, he suddenly pulled out a black remote control and pressed the red button before the other party could flick out their second finger!
"Let's... finish this together!"

A powerful force engulfed him.

Wu Heng's body and even his soul were completely shattered and annihilated by this attack.

However, at the very same moment his body was annihilated.

At the military base on Chicken Tail Island, the military camp of the Skeleton Army of the Kingdom of Yeko, and on the outskirts of Luntam City... a fleet of missile launchers that were already ready started up with a roar!

Amidst a deafening roar, dozens of ballistic missiles, trailing fiery exhaust plumes, tore through the sky.

The final blows are being launched toward the Holy See and all the core strongholds of the Papacy!

……

Wuheng has completely disappeared.

The study gradually fell silent, with only the lingering smoke and the acrid smell of decay remaining.

The god remained shrouded in light, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene before finally settling on the inconspicuous spatial ring on the ground.

The ring flashed slightly and then fell into the hand of the 'god'.

He probed the inner space of the ring with his divine sense.

Magical materials, potions, gold coins, and all sorts of strange items were piled up on the ground, but all eyes were drawn to the three keys.

He picked them up and examined them, but he still couldn't find the one he remembered!
"The ants... they've hidden themselves very well."

The hollow voice betrayed no emotion, only a chilling coldness at being defied by inferior beings.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps sounded outside the island lord's mansion.

Large numbers of guards and association members were gathering here.

The 'god' casually glanced at them, and in an instant, everyone who had gathered fell to the ground and died.

(End of this chapter)