Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1114: The Army Attacks the Temple

Renxia City, the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

According to the burly man's previous evaluation, Wu Heng had indeed brought many surprises, but more importantly, it was a subtle way for Wu Heng to balance the original order.

Use the association to check and balance the Holy See, while creating room for growth for yourself.

However, things are different now. In the face of absolute divine power, any strategy seems pale and powerless.

The dwarf city lord nodded repeatedly, agreeing flatteringly, "Yes, yes, sir, you are very insightful and your analysis is absolutely correct! I've also heard about these incredible things from merchants, but you see it more clearly. The power of the gods is beyond the reach of mortals like us..."

The burly man sighed softly and was about to say something when the light stones in the hall suddenly dimmed without any warning.

The next moment, the light returned, but there was a figure in the center of the hall, moving silently, as if he had always been there.

The burly man's reaction was faster than one could imagine!
Almost at the same moment the figure appeared, the body suddenly jumped up!
The sturdy arms grew larger again, and were instantly covered with dark and tough dragon scales. The five fingers twisted and deformed into hideous and terrifying claws.

With a scream that tore through the air, he grabbed straight for the head of the figure that suddenly appeared!
However, when the claws were still some distance away from the target, they seemed to hit an invisible wall.

Bang~!

A huge force suddenly rebounded, and the man's body flew backwards, knocking over several pieces of furniture in succession. Then, with a bang, he hit the wall behind him heavily.

It was not until this moment that the dwarf city lord and the surrounding guards reacted and were about to exclaim and draw their swords.

The movement froze instantly, the skin turned grayish white, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a stiff stone sculpture, standing there in a terrified posture.

The entire hall suddenly fell into silence.

"Long! Don't get excited, I just came to see you." A calm voice sounded and reached the ears of the burly man.

The strength that made the 'Dragon' ready to fight for his life was choked, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife fixed on the other party's face.

"Wu Heng! You are not dead..." There was a hint of surprise in Long's voice.

"From your tone, you sound quite disappointed." Wu Heng walked over to the dwarf city lord who had turned into a stone sculpture, pulled over a good chair and sat down. He then gestured to the seat opposite the dragon and said, "Sit down and talk."

'Dragon' narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, trying to find any flaws or disguises in him.

After more than ten seconds, he slowly stood up, dusted off the animal hide, and sat down opposite, but his body still maintained a tense posture, as if he could explode or escape at any time.

"How... did you survive?" Long couldn't help but ask in the end, his eyes still fixed on Wu Heng.

Wu Heng didn't answer directly, but smiled instead: "Why are you so sure that I will lose?"

Long asked again, "Did you come all the way to see me?"

"The association found your whereabouts nearby, so I came by to see an old friend." Wu Heng said in a relaxed tone.

"The Association?" Long's eyes were filled with confusion. "The Association is now nothing more than a pawn of the Vatican! You and the Vatican are at loggerheads. How could you possibly have gotten information about me from them? Was it through Lilith?"

Wu Heng shook his head slightly. "The association was simply coerced by that deity, but that's not important."

He changed the subject and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"Plans?" Long's eyes narrowed again, revealing a strong sense of vigilance. "I don't have a clear plan yet."

This statement obviously does not intend to reveal the true thoughts.

Wu Heng understood his concerns and said directly without beating around the bush, "I repelled the Vatican's gods on Treasure Island. For a short period of time, he will no longer be able to directly interfere with this world."

"What?!" Long's brows were instantly twisted into a knot, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Wu Heng continued, "So, the Lingqi Cult is about to launch a general attack on the Holy Hall. Do you want to join us? It's better than hiding here and there like you are now."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Long's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Do you think I had to fabricate something like this to deceive you?" Wu Heng's tone remained calm, yet with a force that compelled his belief. "The news will spread quickly, and it won't be long before you can verify it."

Long fell silent for a moment.

Although he didn't believe it in his heart, his reason told him that Wu Heng would not make up a piece of news that was easily verifiable to deceive him.

This..., which one is true?
The other party just defeated him with ease, which was definitely beyond the scope of "hero".

Even if he cannot kill gods, his strength has definitely reached an incredible level.

"You want me to attract the gods' attention head-on and act as bait?" Long's eyes became sharp.

"I'll deal with the gods," Wu Heng replied firmly. "Your main task is to eliminate any heroic individuals that may appear in the Vatican."

Long didn't answer immediately. He just stared at Wu Heng, as if trying to see through him whether he was lying or not.

After a long while, he slowly spoke in a low voice: "What if... I refuse? Are you going to get rid of me now?"

Wu Heng chuckled, "What do you think of me? When we were running Treasure Island, we were partners after all.

I'm inviting you now only because we have a common enemy, and you happen to have the strength. If you don't dare, then forget it, I won't force you... "

"This kind of low-level provocation is meaningless." Long responded coldly, paused, and continued: "I don't want to get involved in the fight between you two."

Wu Heng's smile remained unchanged, but his words turned serious. "If I can easily track you down, how can you imagine the Church failing to do so? With such a clear clue, if that deity truly wanted to find you, how long do you think you could hide?"

"Are you threatening me?" Long's expression turned completely gloomy, and the aura around him became dangerous.

"I'm just stating a fact." Wu Heng looked at him calmly, "You should also be aware that in the current situation, all heroes must make a choice: stand on the side of the Holy See, or stand on the side of the Lingqi Church.

The Association's 'Sword of Justice' Hadrayi and the Hunter leader, Bruno, were both executed by the divine spirit himself. How long do you think you, the 'strongest hero', can remain unscathed?"

Long was silent for a moment, then replied stiffly, "I can hide deeper. How you want to fight is up to you!"

This sounded a little unconvincing and even inconsistent with his usual strong character, but the cruelty of reality forced him to consider retreating.

He couldn't even withstand Wu Heng's attack, so he really had no better way than to hide.

"The current situation leaves no room for you to hide safely." Wu Heng leaned forward slightly, his tone adding a touch of sincerity. "Long! We are old acquaintances, and we can be considered friends. I can promise that after this battle, I will help you rebuild the Snake Emblem Group."

Long's eyes flickered violently. He stared at Wu Heng for a long moment before slowly exhaling, "How about this... If I get definite news confirming that you've truly defeated the Vatican's gods, I'll go and help you. If I don't get any news, let's just leave it at that. How about that?"

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

This sounds more like a polite rejection.

After I separate from him, whether he is willing to hear this news is another matter.

"Sure!" Wu Heng agreed readily. "When the time comes, you can go directly to the Wood Elves' main city to find their queen. She will arrange for you to reunite with me."

For me, it would be better if Long could join, but not joining would have no impact on the overall situation.

"Okay! I also hope... what you said is true." Long's voice was still low, but the vigilance in it seemed to have decreased a little.

"Then it's settled." After Wu Heng finished speaking, his figure disappeared silently from the spot like ink being wiped off.

As he left, the tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed.

The dwarf city lord on the chair and the guards around him quickly lost their lime-gray color and returned to their flesh and blood bodies.

Crash-!
The guards drew their weapons in panic and looked around nervously.

The dwarf city lord suddenly jumped up, his face pale, and looked at Long in horror, "Your Excellency Hero...did you just...?"

Long took a deep breath, suppressed the complicated emotions churning in his heart, and slowly said, "It's okay. He's gone and won't cause trouble again. Don't worry."

The dwarf city lord opened his mouth, his eyes full of fear and confusion, but looking at the dragon's gloomy expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Prepare a quiet room for me, I need to rest." Long ordered, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his tone.

"Yes, yes! It will be prepared for you right away!" The dwarf city lord immediately called on his servants to arrange the best room for the dragon.

……

God's Domain, inside the main hall.

After the plane descent was over, Wu Heng stood up from his seat and walked down the platform.

Walk through the palace columns shining with starlight and head towards the living area on one side.

Pushing open a door, the scene before me was completely different from the magnificent temple outside.

The air is filled with the aroma of cream and caramel, warm and full of life.

Glenda, wearing a comfortable cotton dress and a floral apron, carefully took out a plate of golden and tempting egg tarts from the oven.

At this moment, she looked like a Western housewife immersed in the joy of baking, with a focused expression, not at all like the ghost before.

Hearing footsteps, Glenda looked up and saw Wu Heng. A bright smile immediately spread across her face. "Are you back from work? Come and take a look at the egg tarts I made according to the recipe. They're fresh out of the oven. How do you like them?"

As he spoke, he carefully picked up a piece of the still hot egg tart with his fingertips, blew on it gently as if offering a treasure, and then handed it to Wu Heng's mouth.

Wu Heng took a bite from her hand and commented with a smile. "Delicious! You learn these things pretty quickly."

After receiving the affirmation, Glenda smiled even more happily, picked up a piece himself, ate it in small bites, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Ever since I have this living body, I seem to be full of enthusiasm for experiencing modern life.

I hardly leave this body anymore.

It seems that Niangniang, Benny, Xiaoxiao and the others are still in the modern world and have no intention of coming back.

With Glenda by his side, he could talk to her and she wouldn't feel so lonely.

Wu Heng sat down on the chair beside her and naturally placed his hand between her slender waist and plump hips, feeling the touch from under the fabric. He said casually, "The Wood Elves have already started mobilizing. The first batch of personnel and guides will be assembled tomorrow."

He then recounted in detail the details of his talks with the Wood Elf Queen and the Council of Elders, as well as his subsequent search for the 'dragon' and the other party's reaction.

Glenda listened attentively, finished the egg tart in his hand, licked his fingertips, and then said thoughtfully, "Whether Long is willing to come or not is actually irrelevant. One more or one less will not make much difference to the overall situation."

She changed the subject, "You reminded me that we could place some sufficiently devout priests of the Lingqi Sect in the expeditionary force.

If the army encounters an invincible hero-level warrior on the march or on the battlefield, have these priests pray to you on the spot, and you can intervene through the anchor of faith or directly descend; this is faster than anything else."

Wu Heng's eyes lit up, and he agreed, "That's a good way to save time and effort."

Granda laughed and said, "Just send a group of reliable priests directly from Treasure Island. They are all old men carefully trained by Sanera, and their faith is firm enough."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Wu Heng nodded.

After the conversation, Wu Heng's divine sense instantly crossed planes and, through the faith anchor point, contacted the person in charge of managing the affairs of the priests on Gold and Silver Island, clearly issuing the order to select devout priests and prepare them to go on the expedition.

After finishing all this, he opened his eyes again and met Granda's smiling gaze. "Come on, lend a hand, let's make a cake..."

……

The next day, on the border of the sanctuary, in the desolate wilderness, a makeshift camp rose from the ground, the banners of the wood elves fluttering in the morning breeze.

A tense and somber atmosphere filled the air, with the constant commotion of troops and the movement of supplies.

The curtain of the largest tent in the center was lifted by a person wearing a metal gauntlet.

The Wood Elf Queen 'Garanhill' stepped in.

She wore a flowing and elegant golden armor, with a green cloak behind her, which made her look heroic and dashing.

A long, slender elven sword hung at her waist. She walked up to Wu Heng, placed her right hand on her chest in a salute, and said in a clear and steady voice, "My lord! All teams have been reorganized. Guides, spirit priests, and logistics support teams have all been assigned to their respective combat units and are ready to set off at any time."

He paused briefly, then asked with a questioning look in his eyes, "But... when will your undead army arrive and assemble?"

Early in the morning, Wu Heng used the [Mansion Technique] to bring the vanguard of the Wood Elves directly to this frontier area located within the Holy Temple's territory.

This place will become their starting point for the attack. From here, the army will set out, divide its forces, and sweep away the towns and cities of the Papacy.

Wu Heng nodded and stood up from the simple cot. "Let's go, let's go out together."

A hint of doubt flashed in the Queen's eyes, but she did not ask any further questions and simply followed Wu Heng respectfully.

Stepping out of the tent, a group of wood elf guards followed beside him, and together they arrived at a large open space in front.

The open field was filled with the sound of wind blowing up fine dust.

All the elves who had followed held their breath, their eyes fixed on Wu Heng.

Wu Heng's gaze swept across the empty space, and the next moment...

Rumble~!

One after another, mounds of earth rose up as if boiling, with soil and gravel tumbling and sliding down!

Before everyone's horrified eyes, one after another pale, enormous skeleton, far taller than a normal person, gradually took shape.

Each skeleton was exceptionally robust, with translucent, insect-like wings attached to its back!

As the winged skeletons stood fully upright, suits of armor and sharp longswords once again materialized on their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, a well-armed and large-scale army of skeletons was formed.

Queen Garanhill's red lips parted slightly as she fell into a daze, while the elven generals behind her stared wide-eyed in horror.

They had discussed in private where the skeleton army was hiding.

But no one expected that the undead army that Wu Heng spoke of was created out of thin air in such a godlike way!

This means that, if he wanted, his military strength... would be virtually limitless!
Wu Heng looked at the speechless, shocked queen beside him and said, "Alright, this is the army. You can make arrangements for them."

The Queen snapped back to her senses, forcibly suppressing her shock. "Oh, yes, Your Majesty!"

She immediately turned around, displaying excellent military skills, and quickly acted with the wood elf generals to count the number of skeletons and distribute these silent and terrifying warriors to the various vanguard legions according to the predetermined attack route.

The efficient allocation was completed quickly.

The Queen quickly returned to Wu Heng, bowed, and reported with confidence, "My lord, all the skeleton troops have been assigned to their respective combat units and are ready to depart at any time!"

“Let’s go!” Wu Heng’s gaze turned to the depths of the sanctuary, his voice low and resolute. “We must hurry and completely wipe out the sanctuary before his next descent.”

"Yes, my lord!" The queen turned around swiftly and loudly issued the order to advance.

In an instant, the massive army began to operate like a sophisticated and terrifying war machine.

Crash-!
The dense, teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding echoed through the sky.

Centered around this camp, several massive legions, like separated torrents of white bones, roared forward in different directions!
Before long, the Queen returned, escorted by her guards, her gleaming armor covered in dust: "My lady, all the legions have set off as planned!"

Wu Heng nodded: "Well done, thank you for your hard work. Let's go back to the capital first."

Next came the tasks for the military commanders. As the highest symbol and spiritual leader of the Wood Elves, the Queen naturally could not personally go to the dangerous place.

He waved his hand to open the portal to the mansion's magical space.

The Queen and her personal guards walked in naturally.

Wu Heng took one last look at the departing spirits before they disappeared from sight. The camp was still guarded by troops, serving as a stronghold.

……

Return to the Wood Elf Palace.

Inside the council chamber, sunlight streamed through the colorful stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows.

Wu Heng and Queen Garanhill sat on opposite sides of the long table.

“The army will launch its offensive directly from the border of the Holy Temple. Although this shortens the distance of the attack, the subsequent logistical supply line will be of paramount importance. You need to pay attention to this,” Wu Heng said first.

Queen Garanhill sat upright and spoke clearly, “Please rest assured, Your Majesty. After finalizing the plan yesterday, I wrote a letter and delivered it to the races and cities along the route. I will do my best to coordinate this matter.”

"Yes, very well done." Wu Heng nodded approvingly, picked up the elven-specific flower tea beside him, and took a sip.

The Queen also took a sip of tea, then asked with a perfectly measured hint of inquiry, "Please, I have another question. If there is an urgent military situation at the front, or if I have important matters to report to you immediately, how should I contact you? After all, you... cannot stay here all the time."

Wu Heng put down his teacup and said, "It's very simple. Just have the priests of the Lingqi Cult in your capital pray to me. I can sense the messages they convey through their prayers."

"Is it enough to just...pray?" The Queen's eyes widened slightly, and a captivating smile curved her lips as she softly said, "It sounds like I should work even harder to become an even more devout believer of Your Majesty as soon as possible."

Wu Heng was taken aback upon hearing this.

Looking at the queen before him, who was always noble and aloof, but now revealed a bit of a girlish side, he found this contrast rather amusing.

He then laughed, half-jokingly and half-promisingly saying, "Alright, if you're really interested, I'll reserve a position for you as an archbishop in my Lingqi Church."

The Queen's smile deepened, and she said, "Then it's settled. I hope you won't find me slow-witted."

"Okay, it's a deal." Wu Heng nodded with a smile.

……

Blade Gorge, inside a bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, with only the embers in the fireplace emitting a faint, flickering red glow.

Suddenly, a small, seemingly inconspicuous white conch shell on the table, no bigger than a palm, began to glow with a moon-like luminescence without warning.

The dragon, who was resting with its eyes closed, suddenly opened them, reached out and picked it up, placing it to its ear.

After a rustling sound, as if carried by a distant wind tunnel, a voice, seemingly transmitted through the wind, came from the conch shell: "Chief! Treasure Island has indeed experienced a divine war!"

"The news had spread far and wide, and everyone who escaped from the island said in unison that the Vatican had personally descended in a clone, using the lives of the Spirit Revelation Cult followers as bait to force Wu Heng to appear... and as a result, Wu Heng really did appear! Moreover... and it is said that he defeated that deity in a direct confrontation!"

"The entire Treasure Island has now been regained by the Spirit Revelation Cult, and the Vatican's influence has been completely eradicated! This news is absolutely true and has been confirmed through multiple channels!"

Even though 'Dragon' had made some preparations, he was still shocked when he heard the news.

In other words, Wu Heng has become a god and possesses the power to kill gods.

The fluorescence on the conch quickly faded, eventually turning it back into an ordinary white conch.

The dragon put the conch shell away again, its massive body sitting in the shadows, remaining silent for several minutes.

His eyes shifted rapidly, filled with shock, doubt, and deliberation, before finally settling into a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

Finally, he stood up abruptly, strode out of the bedroom, and found the dwarf city lord anxiously handling official business.

"I have urgent business to attend to, so I'll be leaving now," Long said in a deep voice.

The dwarf instinctively replied, "Oh, okay!"

The dragon nodded, walked directly to the window, and jumped down.

In mid-air, a colossal dragon with massive, menacing scales soared into the sky and disappeared from sight.

……

At the border of the Holy See, there lies a Papal city.

On the distant horizon, a suffocating 'dark cloud' is spreading at an alarming speed, accompanied by the buzzing sound of countless wings vibrating at high frequencies.

A torrent of undead warriors with countless transparent bone wings on their backs!

Like a swarm of deadly locusts sweeping across everything, they blotted out the sky and cast shadows that enveloped the entire city.

"Enemy attack! It's the undead! Prepare Holy Light! Archers, fire a volley!"

The Papal soldiers on the city walls shouted themselves hoarse, their voices distorted with fear.

Buzz~!

A thick pillar of holy light shot into the sky from the main cathedral in the city center, then transformed into countless thinner beams of light, sweeping across the incoming army of skeletons like a sudden rainstorm!

The skeleton struck directly by the holy light instantly emitted blue smoke and fell from the sky.

But after falling to the ground, it staggered to its feet again and continued its charge forward.

The archers on the city wall, suppressing their fear, fired their enchanted arrows into the sky like locusts.

The arrows clanged against the skeleton's armor; the energy released by the magical arrows exploded in the air, creating waves of magical energy.

However, all this resistance appears so pale and powerless in the face of sheer numbers!

The vanguard of the skeleton army, like a fearless suicide squad, withstood the scorching holy light and rain of arrows, and after reaching a certain distance, they swooped down.

They rushed into the city like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

The fighting and battle began, and the sounds of swords slashing and chaotic combat echoed throughout the city.

Squeak~!

The attack did not last long before the city gate was breached and the gates were opened.

More troops began to storm the city.

As the street battle began, the skeleton army fought their way to the church and smashed into the towering statue of God.

The heavy warhammer slammed down on the base of the statue, and cracks instantly spread upwards.

After several heavy blows, the towering statue collapsed with a crash, shattering into pieces on the ground.

(End of this chapter)