Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1110, Force Him Out
"It seems like you're living a very comfortable life!"

A calm and cold voice suddenly sounded, waking the Pope from his complacent dream.

He turned his head suddenly and his pupils contracted sharply.

I saw a figure standing quietly beside me without knowing when.

Black hair, black eyes, and a tall figure.

Wu Heng!

The Pope felt his heart suddenly stop beating, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly.

Ever since he took the throne of Pope, the word "Wu Heng" has been like a nightmare, lingering in his mind day and night, fearing that this evil star will come to visit him one day.

And now, the other party actually came, and was being hunted by the Father God, appearing on the balcony just a few feet away from him like a ghost!

"Protect His Majesty!" The guard behind him exclaimed belatedly.

However, it was just a cry.

The next moment, all the knights and priests of the Holy See who tried to rush forward were like being harvested by an invisible sickle. They all fell to the ground stiffly, their breath stopped.

The Pope's face was as pale as paper. Almost instinctively, holy light surged around him and instantly condensed into a dazzling holy shield.

He stared at Wu Heng, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Wu Heng just looked at him calmly.

Then, under the other person's gaze, he slowly raised his hand and gently bent his fingers towards the seemingly indestructible shield.

The Pope's eyes widened, and his mind recalled the actions of the Father God when he killed Hadarai.

He came to avenge Hadarai...!
"You dare~!"

At the critical moment, an angry roar containing divine power came from the sky.

The brilliant holy light suddenly descended like the rising sun, and a figure completely enveloped by the blazing light was rapidly solidifying, its mighty power sweeping across the heavens and the earth!

Wu Zhi did not raise his eyes to look at the descending god.

Bend your fingers and flick them lightly.

Snapped!
There was a slight sound, like glass breaking.

The Pope's solid sacred shield, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief, and his gorgeous body all crumbled and disintegrated in an instant, turning into the tiniest speck of light.

Like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind, it completely disappeared from this world.

Wu Heng reached out and grabbed the space ring dropped by the Pope.

The next moment, his body collapsed and dissipated like a phantom, completely disappearing without a trace.

Almost at the same moment he disappeared, the figure shrouded in divine light suddenly descended onto the balcony.

The holy light gradually converged, revealing a vague and majestic outline within it.

He lowered his head and looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and the empty place where the Pope had disappeared.

Although the holy light blurred his face, the anger that permeated his body and almost distorted the space was conveyed clearly.

The silence lasted for a few breaths, and then whispered towards the place where Wu Heng disappeared.

"You have indeed become a god."

"That's fine...it can be my best nourishment."

……

Disperse the clones.

Wu Heng's real body was still sitting quietly on the throne.

He snapped his fingers casually, and brewed tea appeared in the air. He took a sip and recalled what happened in the other world.

The Sword of Justice Hadrai, the Dwarf Bruno... these two ruling leaders of the association actually died at the hands of the gods.

The reason, which was somewhat absurd, was that they had not shown enough "bias" in the game between themselves and the Holy See.

In his opinion, many of the association's past decisions were concessions to the Holy See, but in God's judgment, they were still not enough.

According to Lilith, Hadarai is a hero worthy of respect and fair-minded. Of course, only such a person can inherit the title of Sword of Justice.

Although Bruno had only met him twice, he left the impression of being reckless, straightforward, and even a little vulgar, but he did not deserve to end up like this.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand some of it.

The intention of the gods of the Holy See should be to reduce the number of heroes of each race. Judging from the current situation, each race is only allowed to retain one hero.

Hey~!

Wu Heng sighed softly.

"Fortunately... I didn't take any chances and brought Lilith and the others over." Wu Heng said in a low voice, but a trace of fear still flashed through his heart.

The gods of the Church can read memories, and their divinity far outweighs their humanity. If they knew the relationship between Lilith, Sheila and others and themselves, there would be absolutely no possibility of survival.

They were wiped out by the gods themselves, and even though his own ministry was creation, he couldn't bring them back to life.

"If Lilith knew what happened to Hadarai, she would probably be heartbroken!" Wu Heng whispered, suppressing this thought for the time being.

He stood up and stepped down from the throne, walked out of the towering and empty temple, and came to the border of the divine realm.

Look into the distance, into nothingness.

A thought came to my mind.

In an instant, the earth roared!

A towering volcano rises from the ground, with hot lava flowing beneath it.

At the base of the mountain, the rocks cracked and shaped themselves, quickly forming a deep cave.

Wu Heng walked in. The cave walls changed as he walked forward, and the internal layout evolved rapidly, eventually forming the same layout as the "Deepforge Castle" cave in his memory.

At the end of the cave, a huge pool of magma was rolling and boiling, hot bubbles kept bursting, and heat waves distorted the air.

Wu Heng took out the Molten Core that had turned as black as charcoal, like a black basketball.

I looked down and saw that the panel of the strange item was still there, so it should be fine.

Just throw it into the lava pool.

Tsk~!

The magma swallowed it in an instant.

As the charred sphere was enveloped by the fiery current, the hard shell on its surface gradually softened and peeled off, and the core inside began to emit a faint light again.

Slowly rotating, beating like a heart, it began to assimilate the surrounding magma, establishing a mysterious connection.

Wu Heng piled the rest of the looted rare items on one side of the cave, and waited for the Molten Core to recover before starting to smelt the rare items.

……

After dealing with the Molten Core, Wu Heng's gaze fell on the space ring he got from the Pope.

His spiritual sense probed into it and his brows raised.

The carving knife, bronze spear, faceless mask...all his own rare items are in it.

In addition, there are many unique artifacts that are obviously produced in Treasure Island.

"He still values ​​this Pope." Wu Heng muttered in a low voice.

On second thought, these artifacts are of little use to the gods themselves, so it makes sense to give them to the heroes under their command to enhance their strength.

Now that it's back in my hands, it's actually of no use to me.

The divine sense continued to scan and discovered the Holy Ark of the Church, the magnificent scepter, and many holy vessels that symbolized the authority of the Church.

He subconsciously wanted to take it out for a closer look, but his movements suddenly stopped.

"It's not a scam, right?"

What if that god guessed that I would seek revenge on the Pope, and then hid a backup plan like the coordinates of faith in it? Once I took it out, wouldn't it instantly expose the location of the divine realm?
Given the gods' mysterious and unpredictable methods, this possibility is still very high.

Be it the zombie world or this divine realm, they must not be exposed at this stage.

Wu Heng collected his thoughts and said, "It's useless to take it out. Let's not take the risk."

The space ring was put away.

Wu Heng thought about the subsequent arrangements, connected to the anchor point of the zombie world, and entered it.

……

Another world, new temple.

The seat where the Pope had disappeared was now facing the living room.

The figure shrouded in divine light sat upright on the seat.

The light is so bright that it is difficult to see its specific shape.

Below, more than ten people wearing the robes of the highest-ranking priests knelt with their heads bowed, and at this moment, they even breathed cautiously, like prisoners awaiting the final judgment.

Silence shrouded the area for a long time, and the god seemed to have finally noticed the people under his feet. Without lowering his head, an invisible "gaze" fell on several people.

Then he pointed casually, "You, the successor Pope."

The voice was flat, without any emotion.

The priest who was targeted trembled violently, raised his head in disbelief, and his face instantly lost all color, and then was overwhelmed by great ecstasy and panic.

Before he could react, the vast and boundless divine power poured into his body!

Then, it was the galaxy that turned upside down, raising his level to hero.

After becoming a hero, he humbly pressed his forehead to the ground, "I will obey the Father's command! Your will is the meaning of my existence!"

The spirit's voice remained calm, "Take care of all matters related to the construction of the cathedral and coordinate all affairs of the Holy See."

"Yes!" The new Pope's voice was full of determination and piety.

The light of the god fluctuated slightly, as if it was pondering.

A moment later, the cold voice rang out again, echoing in the empty hall. "All captured Lingqi Cult believers and priests will be escorted to Treasure Island... I will personally judge them."

The new Pope responded without hesitation, "Yes! I will issue the oracle immediately to ensure that no one is missed!"

……

Zombie world, Yangtong City, military factory.

Dust rolled, and Wu Heng's figure appeared in the center of the square.

Without stopping, he walked straight to the conference room in the main building.

As he passed the door, a female staff member who was going downstairs almost bumped into him.

She looked up in surprise, and when she saw Wu Heng's appearance, she froze in place.

Wu Heng continued walking as he spoke calmly, "I'm Wu Heng! Tell Gao Rong to bring the head of the technical department to meet me in the conference room."

The woman suddenly came to her senses, her heart pounding!

Wu Heng, the leader of this base.

After confirming everything was correct, he immediately bowed, his voice trembling with excitement, "Chief! I'll notify everyone immediately."

"Go ahead, I'll be waiting in the conference room." Wu Heng went upstairs directly.

"Yes!" The woman didn't dare to delay, turned around and ran towards the office area.

...In the conference room, Wu Hengjing sat in the main seat.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Gao Rong, dressed in a neat suit and looking very capable, walked in quickly with several heads of technical departments.

Seeing Wu Heng, everyone saluted respectfully: "Chief!"

"Sit down." Wu Heng raised his hand to signal.

Gao Rong took the first seat on the left, and the others sat down in turn. The atmosphere was serious and efficient.

After a brief opening, heads of various departments began to report on recent progress in turn.

Gao Rong's report was clear and well-organized, with detailed data.

There are two things that Wu Heng is most interested in.

The first is the application expansion of the "Fire Furnace Perpetual Motion Machine".

Currently, this technology has been successfully applied to large ships, heavy vehicles and aircraft.

The next research direction is miniaturization and lightweight.

The second is the upgrade of the "Jackdaw's Cry Infrasonic Thermite Missile".

The project has been deeply integrated with the precision guidance technology retained before the end of the world. The new generation of missiles is smaller in size, but has greatly improved range and accuracy, and is more destructive.

After listening to all the reports, Wu Heng paused for a moment and said, "Everyone else should go back first. The person in charge of the Jackdaw's Cry project will stay."

Everyone rose, bowed, and withdrew in an orderly fashion.

Only Wu Heng, Gao Rong, and the shrewd-looking missile officer remained in the room.

"How much thermite missile stockpile do you have?" Wu Heng asked directly.

"Reporting to the leader, we have 12 thermite warheads in reserve, compatible with long-range launch platforms, and 6 infrasonic warheads," the person in charge replied quickly.

I've memorized all the data.

"Take me there later, and I'll take you with me first," Wu Heng said.

"Understood!" Gao Rong replied.

Wu Heng continued, "How is the nuclear warhead recovery going?"

Gao Rong's expression turned serious. "Since the Dawn Alliance passed the 'Proposal on the Control of the Recovery of Weapons of Mass Destruction,' our base has recovered and properly stored more than 50 nuclear warheads of various types. They are currently stored in several top-secret bases and are under the highest level of alert."

The specific figures are clearly classified at a higher level, and it seems he can't say for sure either.

Wu Heng nodded, "Don't stop the thermite production line, continue manufacturing."

"Yes, leader!" the person in charge replied solemnly.

After finishing their business, Wu Heng stood up and said, "Let's go! Let's go to the Crow's Cry missile area first."

The three got up, and Wu Heng, guided by Gao Rong, headed to the missile vehicle warehouse.

Wu Heng activated the [Luxury Mansion Technique] and drove all the missile vehicles inside.

After becoming a god, the space of the [Mansion Technique] is also larger, enough to accommodate all the vehicles.

……

Xinfu City, hot spring bathhouse.

The hot spring was steaming.

Little One is soaking in the warm spring water with Granda, Benny, and the Queen.

The empress's nine enormous fox tails, like a magnificent velvet carpet, were half submerged in the water and half draped lazily over the edge of the pool.

Chilled juice and sake were placed on a tray on the shore.

"You really know how to enjoy life here," Granda sighed contentedly, leaning against the smooth pool wall.

Previously, when I followed Wu Heng, I was either clearing out zombies or dealing with various crises. I had never had such a pleasant time.

This time, Xiaoxiao dragged me along to experience life, eating, drinking, and having fun all the way. Now, soaking in the hot spring, I feel completely relaxed.

Little Xiao sipped her juice, her face flushed from the steam, but she muttered, "Actually, I think soaking in hot springs is so boring. It's so hot, I'd rather go home and play video games!"

She was simply bringing them here for the experience; she herself felt it was no different from taking a bath.

No one responded to her comment.

Benny felt the water enveloping her skin and murmured, "It feels so good to be alive again."

“It’s really good as it is now.” Granda stretched out his arms and leaned back. “Wu Heng has become a god, so we can have new bodies anytime and don’t have to worry about getting sick or aging. It’s perfect.”

“Yes, that’s great,” Benny nodded in agreement.

Although the Empress did not speak, her languid and relaxed posture showed that she was enjoying the moment.

Just then, the cell phone on the low table next to it rang crisply.

With a splash, it popped out of the water and ran over to catch it.

"Hello? Uncle... um, we're soaking in the hot springs... Ah? Oh, okay!" Xiao Xiao covered the microphone and looked back at the pool. "Uncle is over in the central area, asking if anyone wants to go back to the Divine Realm with him?"

Benny tossed her hair and asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"They didn't say, it seems like they were just asking," Xiao Xiao replied.

“Then I’ll stay here for a few days.” Benny was clearly not done enjoying herself yet.

The Empress also spoke calmly: "I will stay here for now. I need to go back tomorrow to arrange the cultivation matters of the Heavenly Fox Clan."

Granda stood up from the water, water droplets sliding down her graceful curves. "Then I'll go back with him! It must be so lonely for him to be all alone in the Divine Realm."

The Empress nodded slightly, "Very well, we'll go back in the next couple of days too."

“Okay!” Granda stepped out of the hot spring, dried herself off, changed her clothes, and quickly boarded a private car to head to the central area.

A moment later, she met up with Wu Heng and they returned to the Divine Realm together.

……

Within the divine realm, the light was soft and constant.

Wu Heng leaned back in the soft sofa, the entire space quiet and still.

Granda walked slowly closer and sat down naturally beside him. Then, her body went limp, and she lay down lazily on her side, resting her head on his lap.

It feels a little different from before.

"What have you been busy with these past two days while we were gone?" Granda asked casually, tilting her head back, her fingers unconsciously twirling the soft velvet of the sofa.

Wu Heng looked down at her, his fingertips gently stroking her chestnut hair. "I dealt with some backlogged matters, brought 'Molten Core' back from Deepforge, and... Hadarai and Bruno are dead."

Granda frowned. "They're dead? What happened?"

"The first day that deity of the Vatican appeared, he was executed because he did not explicitly support the Vatican in my conflict with the Vatican."

Granda was silent for a moment; this result was indeed beyond her expectations.

Unexpectedly, the two association leaders disappeared completely for this reason.

"Lilith...do you know?" she asked softly.

Wu Heng shook his head: "I haven't told her yet."

“Don’t tell her yet,” Granda sighed. “Especially news about Hadarai; she respects him so much, we need to find a suitable opportunity.”

Then, Wu Heng recounted in detail how he killed the Pope and his conversation with the elven leader Claudio.

Granda listened quietly, and only asked after he finished speaking, "What are your plans for the future?"

Wu Heng's hand slid from her hair to her cheek, gently caressing it. "Continue preparing to deal with that deity from the Holy See. The biggest problem right now is still that we can't determine what level of power he can display, or what the consequences of a direct confrontation would be. There are too many variables."

Granda pondered, her eyes flashing with her usual calm and calculating nature. "There's certainly no need for a direct confrontation. But you could consider destroying churches in various locations first, eliminating the heroes under his command."

From the moment she started following Wu Heng, she played the role of his strategist, so it was natural for her to offer advice.

“Just as I thought.” Wu Heng nodded. “The satellite system over there is still working. He probably doesn’t know what it’s for, but it can pinpoint the location of each church.”

"Sigh!" Granda sighed softly, "It means a lot of people will die."

"Let's try to strike the Vatican's core targets with precision, avoiding areas frequented by ordinary people," Wu Heng said, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

This is war, and casualties cannot be completely avoided.

“That’s the only way,” Granda nodded.

The two chatted casually for a while, and Wu Heng asked them what they had been doing in the zombie world these past few days.

Granda smiled and told them about the places Little Little took them to.

As they talked, Wu Heng's hand naturally slid inside her collar, his warm palm covering her soft skin.

Granda raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips. "What? You're not even sparing ghosts?"

"Can you feel anything?" Wu Heng asked, looking at her.

“Of course!” Granda didn’t stop him.

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow. "Want to try it together?"

Granda chuckled, then suddenly sat up, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, her breath sweet as orchids. "What? So interested in the body you created?"

"It's because of you." Wu Heng smiled, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer. "It has nothing to do with the body itself."

Granda rolled her eyes at him, but her gaze softened. "I'm glad you don't mind that this body is fake."

After saying that, she said no more and lowered her head.

Her dress had been removed at some point and was scattered to the side.

Between heavy breaths, Granda couldn't help but remind her, "You, you be careful... This body is something we didn't get to have... Don't ruin it..."

……

Treasure Island, central square.

The once bustling and vibrant city center is now eerily terrifying.

Thick wooden stakes were driven deep into the ground, each with a ragged, wounded person tied to it.

They were priests of the Spiritual Revelation Church, as well as some local residents who were identified as devout believers.

Blood seeped from some people's wounds, dripping slowly down the wooden stakes and staining the dry ground beneath their feet with dark stains.

Many people had their heads bowed, their breaths weak, and only occasional painful twitches of their bodies proved that they were still alive.

Others strained to raise their heads, their lips cracked and trembling, praying silently, or glaring ahead with their last breath, their eyes filled with hatred.

The square was surrounded by the Holy See's knights, their cold armor and weapons reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight.

Further out were people who had been forced to come and "watch the ceremony." Their faces were pale, their eyes were filled with fear, and they kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at the tragic scene or make a sound, for fear of getting into trouble.

On the high platform facing this cruel scene, the figure shrouded in holy light sat majestically.

For him, whether these people live or die is not important.

Instead, it was an experiment, a patient fishing trip.

He knew that Wu Heng had already become a god and was deliberately avoiding direct conflict with him.

But he wanted to force Wu Heng out.

If you don't believe me, he will remain unmoved!
(End of this chapter)