Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1112, Wu Heng, you have caused us so much trouble

"Do you think I came so late just to avoid you?" Wu Heng's sneer penetrated the roar of energy and clearly entered the other party's consciousness.

"You are looking for death!" The roar of the gods of the Holy See was like thunder exploding in the sky, shaking the surrounding space.

The golden divine spears instantly condensed into dozens of them, ready to tear through the sky and chase after those terrifying strange machines that were dragging tails of flames.

Since Wu Heng dared to launch an attack in front of him, how could he let him intercept him midway?
Almost at the same moment when the golden spear appeared, the deep purple divine power arrived first, accurately intercepting the golden light and exploding into clusters of brilliant and short-lived energy fireworks.

"It seems..." Wu Heng's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm, "You don't really... care about the lives of your believers, do you? This frustrated look is quite different from your usual image."

The divine light of the Vatican's gods fluctuated violently, revealing their inner shock and anger.

He tried to do something, but Wu Heng didn't give him any chance. The violent purple energy turned into a huge wave, carrying a mixed breath of death, magic and decay, and launched an even more fierce attack.

He was tightly entangled, and each blow accurately interrupted his attempt to distract and intercept.

The two groups of divine power, representing completely different laws, kept colliding, tearing, and devouring each other frantically, like two living stars fighting a desperate battle.

In the following time, the gods of the Holy See tried several times to separate some of their power, even if it was just a tiny wisp of divine consciousness, to intercept the passing missiles.

But every time he tried, he was ruthlessly extinguished by the purple energy that Wu Heng had anticipated, and every time he was distracted, Wu Heng would take the opportunity to tear off a piece of his golden energy and devour it all!

He could only watch the missiles disappear completely into the sky.

"You deserve to die...!" An extremely suppressed roar came from the holy light.

A playful wave of thought emanated from Wu Heng's energy ball. "Look, you're impatient again! You've become a god and lived for countless years, so why are you still so impatient?"

"You despicable god thief! Blasphemer!" The golden holy light surged wildly, roaring to the sky.

At this moment, anyone could see that the originally brilliant and dazzling golden energy ball had obviously shrunk.

The figure of the golden-armored knight became thin and blurred, and the charging holy light beast also showed signs of fatigue, and its light was no longer as bright as it was at the beginning.

"Didn't you choose divinity? Why are you so excited? You should look further ahead." Wu Heng continued to provoke him with words, while his attacks never stopped. "What are you angry about now? Or... will this shake your foundation?"

He paused deliberately, then said slowly, "It's almost time... Calculating the distance, we should have arrived at some of the most important holy cities of your Vatican, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the ball of golden energy opposite him suddenly flashed, as if something inside suddenly collapsed and broke down!
And this unstable collapse phenomenon began to appear one after another, the light flickered, and the aura weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Wu Heng knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

His purple energy ball suddenly shone brightly. It was no longer the roundabout fight as before, but instead displayed an extremely violent and aggressive devouring nature!
The whole thing was like a huge mouth of the abyss, suddenly expanding and wrapping around the unstable golden energy!

As the energy surged, countless towering skeleton generals appeared, holding giant soldiers condensed by the law of death, and launched the final general attack on the core of the golden energy!

The swallowing speed suddenly increased, the golden energy retreated step by step, and was quickly swallowed and assimilated by the purple.

Just before the dim and thin mass was about to be completely devoured and annihilated, a bone-chilling voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out from within. "This is merely a clone of the god. Do you think you've won?"

"How many more times can you use this little trick of relying on external things? The next time we meet, your divine fire will be extinguished forever!"

The tone of the voice became extremely flat, filled with an inhuman divinity, as if the rage just now had never existed.

"So..." Wu Heng said, "Are you still scared?"

"Afraid? Would I be afraid of an ignorant new god who stole the throne by luck?" The other party's tone was full of disdain.

Wu Heng's tone remained calm. "If you weren't afraid, why would you rush to explain that it was just a clone? Don't worry, everything you worry about... will come true one by one."

The opponent's energy ball began its final, futile struggle. In the final moment before its consciousness was completely devoured and annihilated, words filled with hatred and curses penetrated the energy barrier and came clearly, "I will find your divine realm... I will... completely... kill you..."

Wu Heng did not respond to any more nonsense, but simply controlled the majestic purple divine power, slowly closing it like a millstone, completely engulfing, purifying, and absorbing the last bit of struggling golden energy.

The sky temporarily returned to calm, leaving only the distorted space and the pervasive aura of destruction left after the energy collision.

……

The gray-purple energy converged like the receding tide and condensed into Wu Heng's figure again.

Standing there, I savored the newfound strength within me.

After waiting for a while, there was no system prompt. It seemed that devouring the clone could not unlock the other party's priesthood.

And inside his body, there was only an increase in energy, and he felt like he had more powerful divine power than before.

At this moment, the central square of Treasure Island has become a ruin.

Houses collapsed, beams and pillars broke, and rubble mixed with the dry firewood originally used for executions was scattered everywhere.

As the suffocating pressure in the sky gradually dissipated, brave people began to cautiously poke their heads out from behind the ruins around them.

A figure staggered out from behind a pile of rubble.

"Island...Island Master? Did you win?"

Wu Heng turned around and said with a smile, "Well, I won!"

The person who asked the question had a look of ecstasy in his eyes, "Sir, you really won. We can live a good life again."

"Yeah!" Wu Heng smiled and didn't say much.

Then, he glanced at the surrounding ruins and snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, the surroundings began to change.

All the collapsed bricks and broken wood were rewound rapidly like an inverted image.

In the blink of an eye, the destroyed houses rose from the ground one by one and returned to their original neat appearance.

Even the mottled marks on the wall disappeared.

More and more figures came out from their hiding places. Most of them were followers and priests of the Lingqi Sect, wearing tattered clothes but with fiery eyes.

Seeing this scene, they no longer had any doubts and knelt down in the direction of Wu Heng. They were so excited that they could hardly control themselves. Their voices choked with sobs and they shouted devoutly:

"Praise you! Great Pope of the Spiritual Enlightenment Church!"

“Thank you, Lord, for saving us!”

The sound waves gradually gathered and echoed over the restored square.

And further away, the dignitaries of the various chambers of commerce and celebrities from the surrounding areas who were forcibly invited by the Holy See to "watch the ceremony" were completely plunged into another kind of shock and fear.

They huddled together, staring in amazement at the restored building, at the fanatical believers kneeling on the ground, and at the black-haired young man standing calmly in the middle of the scene.

"Holy Spirit...what did I see? Wu Heng...Wu Heng won? He defeated a true God?" One person's voice trembled, and he could hardly organize his words.

"This is impossible... How could the gods be defeated?" Another person rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"Could it be... Could it be that the Wuheng Island Master has also... become a god?"

This speculation was like thunder, exploding in everyone's hearts and bringing unparalleled horror.

"Gods... aren't they legends? Could it be that the realm above heroes is... God?" someone muttered to himself, his worldview experiencing an unprecedented impact.

They whispered to each other and exchanged looks of horror and disbelief.

The reality before them tells them that the world's pattern will probably change completely from today on.

Wu Heng ignored the commotion in the distance.

At his signal, the remaining skeleton warriors began to efficiently clean up the battlefield and search for the remaining clergy of the Church on the island.

Believers and priests also took action spontaneously to help clean up the island.

……

After explaining the matters here, Wu Heng returned to the island master's mansion.

The once luxurious and exquisite decoration has been completely replaced, revealing the rigidity and solemnity unique to the Vatican.

The door to the vault in the basement was open, and everything inside had already been looted.

The layout of each room has also changed completely, and there is no trace of the past.

Wu Heng went up to the top floor and pushed open the door of the alchemy laboratory.

This place has been preserved, with various glassware, tubes, and crucibles placed in a messy but intact manner, covered with dust. It was obviously used as a useless storage room by later generations.

His eyes swept across the corner, and a casually placed object caught his attention [Moonlight Crystal].

This rare object was mixed in with a pile of ordinary alchemical materials and covered with thick dust.

"These guys don't know what they're talking about!"

[Moonlight Crystal] is a natural wonder and an important item used to make high-level corpse core potions.

Wu Heng chuckled, brushed off the dust on the crystal, and put it away.

The potion is of no use to me, but making high-level potions and giving them to the women at home can also increase a lot of their properties.

Just as he was looking at this laboratory full of memories, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

A wood elf woman wearing the robes of a Lingqi Church priest walked in. She looked a little tired, but her eyes were bright.

Upon seeing Wu Heng, she immediately placed her right hand on her chest and bowed deeply, "Great God of Inspiration, may your glory shine forever..."

"No need to be so polite, just be casual in private." Wu Heng smiled gently and pointed to the chair next to him, asking her to sit down.

He recognized her; she was one of the first core priests trained and promoted by Shannara.

"Thank you, Lord God." The Wood Elf priest carefully sat down as instructed, his posture still respectful, but his tone much more fluent. "Reporting to the Lord, the remaining clergy of the Church on the island have been completely cleared out. The Skeleton Warriors are assisting the residents with the repair work, and order has been basically restored."

Wu Heng nodded and asked, "Is there still an association on the island?"

"Gone! The previous association building was occupied by the Vatican and became their base for handling local affairs. It is now vacant." The priest answered clearly.

"Yeah." Wu Heng expressed his understanding.

The priest hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Sir, most of the dignitaries who were previously forcibly invited by the Vatican to 'watch the ceremony' are terrified and want to leave the island... Do you think you can let them go?"

"Open the port. Anyone who wants to leave can leave. There is no need to stop them." Wu Heng said without hesitation.

It’s not a bad thing for these people to leave.

They will become the best messengers, quickly spreading the news that 'On Treasure Island, the God of Inspiration defeated the gods of the Church'.

When people realize that the gods are not invincible, the prestige accumulated by the Holy See over thousands of years will plummet, and the reputation of the Lingqi Church will rise to an unprecedented height.

"Yes, I'll arrange it immediately." The priest stood up to leave.

“Wait,” Wu Heng called out to her, “You will be in charge of the island’s daily management for the time being. Don’t worry, I will stay here and make sure that what happened before doesn’t happen again.”

"I will obey the divine decree!" The wood elf priest's eyes flashed with excitement. He bowed solemnly and turned to leave.

……

The alchemy room returned to silence.

Wu Heng sat down in the chair and began to think.

This battle was of great significance.

This not only proved that he possessed the strength to confront established deities head-on, but more importantly, it shattered the myth of their 'invincibility.' If they hadn't forced him to, he wouldn't have planned to come out now and engage in direct combat.

There is still a gap between me and others in the application of divine magic and the accumulation of faith power, but this gap is not insurmountable.

The on-site learning during this battle, and the effect of imitating the opponent's methods, was unexpectedly good.

His own advantages are equally obvious: creation, death, and magic are all top-tier divine professions, and the laws and powers he can use are of a higher level and more unpredictable.

This is something that the other party will find difficult to achieve in the short term.

The next strategic move is clear: we must strike while the iron is hot and finish the job!

During the window of opportunity when the opposing deity is weakened due to the destruction of its avatars, sweep away churches in various places with overwhelming force.

The destruction of places of faith and the dispersal of believers are the most direct weakening for any deity.

In terms of panel values, it means that the faith value will plummet.

"Isn't the Vatican good at fighting gods and destroying religions? I can also wage a holy war against them," Wu Heng muttered to himself.

Then I thought...

If we're going to destroy the gods and the religion, skeletons alone aren't enough; there needs to be someone to lead the way and prevent indiscriminate killing.

“Bringing Lilith and the others back is still somewhat dangerous…” Wu Heng pondered.

It's impossible to bring Lilith and the others back, since we don't know when the Holy See's deities will recover and reappear.

If he really killed them, he wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.

Moreover, Wu Heng wanted them to focus more on cultivation, leaving these matters to others.

The ordinary priests of the Lingqi Cult are mostly bards and scholars, and some are not very suitable for fighting.

We need a group of people who are familiar with the local area and can stand on the same side as us.

Instantly, an ally popped into my mind.

"Wood Elf..." he murmured.

I have been cooperating with the Wood Elf for a long time, and our interests are deeply intertwined.

I don't know if they've been implicated in this incident, but for both public and private reasons, it's necessary to visit them and discuss the matter.

After Wu Heng made up his mind, his figure slowly disappeared.

……

Morning dew in the royal court, the main hall of the royal palace.

This hall, which symbolizes the highest power of the wood elves, is now filled with a repressive silence.

The dome is made of intertwined living branches, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, and ancient forest epics are carved on the walls. Everything should be full of natural and sacred atmosphere.

On the high platform of the throne.

Queen Garanhill, draped in a long emerald green gown embroidered with golden vines and moonlight, and wearing a magnificent crown, sat gracefully on her throne.

But what is striking is that, at the same height beside her, there is another ornate chair of a completely different style, inlaid with the emblem of the Papacy.

A papal archbishop in a red robe sat there languidly, as if he were the true master of the place.

"How is the reconstruction of the churches within the territory progressing?" the archbishop suddenly asked.

The voice carried an interrogative tone.

The Queen took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, "Reports from various places indicate that the construction of the new churches is progressing smoothly overall. Please give us another month, and we will definitely be able to complete the construction of the churches in all the important towns throughout the country."

Previously, due to cooperation with Wu Heng, the original Papacy within the Wood Elf territory was completely expelled.

Now that the Vatican has regained power, it is not only demanding reconstruction.

Its scale and luxury far surpassed those of the past, with the intention of firmly nailing the church to the land of the wood elves as the authority of the papacy.

"The Holy See has already shown extraordinary leniency and tolerance towards the Wood Elves." The Archbishop glanced at the Queen, his tone carrying a warning. "I'll give you at most another half month; this is the final deadline."

The Queen's fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of the throne, but she finally gritted her teeth and replied, "...Alright, I will order the speed to be increased at all costs."

"What happened to those stubborn old men in the Elders' Council?" the archbishop changed the subject.

“They…have been imprisoned in death row,” the Queen’s voice lowered, “and have been subjected to the most severe punishment. They must have deeply reflected on their actions and dare not disobey the wishes of the Papacy again…”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a pleading look, "Please, Holy See, could you give them another chance, let them start over..."

“The Vatican has no need for traitors with wavering faith,” the archbishop coldly interrupted her, “today at noon, a public execution in the square, as a warning to others.”

"This...it's inevitable that there will be disagreements when formulating policies, they..." The Queen still wanted to persuade them.

The archbishop turned sharply and said sternly, "Or do you think that the internal affairs of the Wood Elves should be entirely managed by the Papacy?"

The Queen's body trembled slightly. She met those emotionless eyes for a moment, then closed them weakly, managing to squeeze out three words through clenched teeth: "...I understand."

“Very good…” The archbishop leaned back in his chair with satisfaction. “I will personally oversee the execution tomorrow…”

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted!

In the center of the main hall, where there was no one, a figure appeared without warning.

Black hair and black eyes, dressed plainly.

The two of them stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The elven guards inside the hall immediately noticed the anomaly and shouted sharply, "Guards! There's an intruder..."

Before the words were even finished, a bizarre scene unfolded!
All the elven guards who tried to rush forward froze instantly. Starting from their feet, grayish-white stone spots spread rapidly upwards, covering their entire bodies in the blink of an eye, turning them into stone sculptures that remained in a forward-moving posture, frozen in place.

"Who are you...?" the archbishop asked, trying to appear calm, though his heart was in turmoil.

A terrible thought came to mind: how dare the person who was being hunted by the Father God and should have been hiding in the shadows appear here so openly?
Wu Heng didn't even look at him directly, but simply flicked his hand away as if he were dusting off a speck of dust.

puff!
The archbishop was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. He leaned back violently, the light in his eyes instantly extinguished, and his body slumped limply beneath his red robe.

It fell directly from the high seat to the ground with a dull thud, and was lifeless.

Wu Heng then turned his gaze to the Wood Elf Queen standing to the side.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a crown, with an elegant figure and beautiful face. Although she was not as voluptuous as Sanella, she had her own aloof and noble temperament.

At this moment, she stared in disbelief at the corpse at her feet, the one who had just been so arrogant. Her red lips parted slightly, and she swallowed unconsciously.

Wu Heng naturally sat down in the empty bishop's seat. Only then did the Queen seem to wake from a dream, hurriedly rising and solemnly bowing, "Lord Wu Heng!"

"Hmm." Wu Heng responded casually, his gaze sweeping over the side-by-side throne arrangement. "It seems you haven't been having a very comfortable time while I was away."

The Queen's gaze involuntarily drifted back to the corpse. A level 19 Archbishop of the Papacy had been casually... killed by a flick of the wrist.

What level of strength has this reached?
"Indeed, that is indeed the case." The Queen's voice trembled slightly, though her heart was in turmoil.

She quickly considered the future of the wood elves, caught between two behemoths. Regardless of who won or lost, it seemed that they would be the first to be crushed.

The brief hope brought by Sanera seemed to have truly dragged the tribe into an even deeper abyss.

Seeing the fear and unease flashing in her eyes, Wu Heng directly pointed out, "Don't worry, I just killed that deity from the Holy See. Although his true form is not dead, he will definitely not dare to show his face again for a while. This news should spread throughout the continent in a few days."

The Queen looked up abruptly, her beautiful eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief, almost thinking she had misheard.

Wu Heng smiled, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable power, "I have already become a god, and Shanera knows this. Given your current level and situation, do you think I would need to lie to you?"

After a brief silence, an incredulous light shone in the Queen's eyes. She bowed deeply once more, this time with even greater humility and excitement. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your ascension to the divine throne! The Wood Elves are honored by your glory!"

Wu Heng nodded, accepted her bow, and asked, "I came to see the Grand Elder and the others. Where are they?"

"They were convicted of a serious crime by the Vatican for persisting in their cooperation with Treasure Island and imprisoned in a death row cell... It was precisely because of this close surveillance that they barely managed to save their lives," the Queen replied solemnly.

"Take me to see this place. Then, I have something to discuss with you." Wu Heng stood up.

“My personal guards…” The Queen looked at the petrified guards.

With a casual wave of his hand, Wu Heng caused the magical light to flow, and the grayish-white color on the bodies of the stone-like guards quickly faded, restoring them to their flesh and blood forms.

They staggered, looking around in horror, and instinctively drew their weapons, pointing them warily at Wu Heng.

"Everyone, step back! Do not be rude!" the Queen immediately ordered sternly.

The guards were filled with doubt and surprise, but they still obeyed and sheathed their swords, retreating to the edge of the main hall.

The Queen took a deep breath and gestured to Wu Heng, "My lord, please come with me."

As she spoke, she led Wu Heng toward the gloomy death cell deep within the palace.

……

The political system of the wood elves differs from that of the human kingdoms.

The Queen is not merely a secular monarch, but rather a being 'chosen' by the forest itself, whose bloodline is connected to the sacred oak, making her a living symbol of the harmonious coexistence of the race and the forest.

It possesses extremely high religious and spiritual authority.

Duties and powers include supreme command of the armed forces, guardianship of the natural balance, and judicial decision-making and veto power.

The Presbyterian Council is different.

The council of elders consists of several authoritative figures in their respective fields within the Wood Elf society; they can be understood as experts, masters, or family representatives in their respective fields.

Its responsibilities include legislative decision-making, foreign affairs and trade, and administrative management.

They also have the power to oversee the throne.

The Queen's veto power limits the decisions of the Presbyterian Council, while the Presbyterian Council's oversight of the throne oversees the Queen's actions.

This can be seen as a check and balance between the two sides, allowing them to jointly govern the ethnic group.

Although it's said that the Elders' Council and Treasure Island are cooperating, the Elders' Council's opinions still need the Queen's approval before they can be implemented.

Upon entering the death row cell, a damp, musty smell mixed with a faint stench of blood hit you.

The Queen herself carried a magic lamp and walked ahead, proceeding deeper into the area, finally stopping in front of a sturdy iron fence.

Inside the cage, a figure huddled on the dry grass in the corner, his clothes tattered and covered in wounds.

“Your Majesty…” Hearing the noise, the man raised his head, revealing the pale and haggard face of the Grand Elder.

He struggled to get up and bow.

However, the next second, his gaze passed over the Queen and suddenly fixed on the figure behind her.

In an instant, the elder's weariness and respect vanished, replaced by a long-suppressed, almost desperate rage. He lunged at the iron bars, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely.

"Wu Heng! You've ruined us! Do you even know that you've almost wiped out our entire clan!"

The queen, standing to the side, turned deathly pale and looked at Wu Heng in horror.

(End of this chapter)