Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1117, Reactions from all parties

In front of the temple square, smoke filled the air, and rubble and broken blades covered the once holy stone slabs.

Accompanied by the roar of the city wall's complete collapse, the skeleton army poured into the city like a tide, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other resounded throughout the city.

The resistance in the city was pitifully weak.

Although the holy magic suppressed the necromancy magic, the Church was still defeated in the close-range hand-to-hand combat.

Those strange skeletons, whose strength was comparable to that of heroes, released various spells, tore through the defense lines, and were the first to step into the central area.

Above the temple, two divine pressures confronted each other silently!
One side came from the remaining statues in the temple, but its light gradually dimmed. The other side rose from the skeleton army, confronting the light in the city.

The dragon fell from mid-air, its black robe fluttering like wings, and it casually threw the corpse into the ruins.

His figure landed on the stone steps of the temple, with a silent and boundless sea of ​​skeletons behind him.

He raised his head and looked towards the palace gate, his eyes expressionless.

The Pope walked out of the temple surrounded by several high-ranking priests, his face pale and his eyes filled with despair and anger.

He stared at Long and said in a hoarse voice, "Long! Are you crazy? You actually helped a necromancer? He is an outsider. We should be on the same side!"

Long sneered coldly, "I don't understand what you're saying. This is the first time we've met, don't act so familiar."

"Even if the temple is destroyed, what good will it do!" the Pope shouted. "When the Father arrives, the first person he will kill will be you!"

Long said no more, his body suddenly turned into a black light and rushed forward!
Before everyone could see clearly, the Pope was knocked out heavily and hit the temple door with a dull thud.

At the same time, the sea of ​​skeletons also began to move.

Like an iron-gray tide, it flooded the square, drowning the last resisting priests and knights.

Inside the temple, believers kneeling on the ground were still praying desperately, but the statue no longer responded. The only sounds were the cracking sounds of skeleton weapons smashing the altar, the cries, and the friction of bones.

The Pope struggled to get up, but Long stepped on his chest.

"Your God...doesn't even want to look at you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed across Long's fingertips, and he instantly crushed the Pope's head.

The corpse was thrown into the group of skeletons and was submerged in an instant.

The cries in the temple gradually subsided, the statues were pushed down, and the holy symbols were trampled.

All traces of the Vatican were quickly erased.

After a short rest, the skeleton army set out for the next city in silence and order.

Only the logistics troops were left to carry out the follow-up work.

……

Association headquarters.

The lights in the radio room were dim, with only the equipment indicators flashing anxiously.

Claudio sat in front of the radio, his fingers drumming unconsciously on the table.

After a burst of harsh electrical noise, a low and trembling voice finally came from the radio, "Chief... can you hear me?"

"Yes! How's the situation over there?" Claudio leaned forward, his voice unconsciously tense.

There was a few seconds of silence from the other side, as if they were trying to form their words. Then came a cryptic report, "The New Cathedral... has fallen! The Undead army has taken the city. I saw the Skeleton Army regrouping and marching off, probably continuing towards the remaining strongholds of the Vatican."

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Claudio's pupils shrank sharply and he froze in his chair.

Capture the Temple!

The center of power of the Holy See, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was lost just like that.

One month... just one month!

He originally thought that the so-called "holy war" would be at most a border conflict or symbolic revenge, and never expected it to end with the fall of a holy city.

He suppressed the dryness in his throat and asked hoarsely, "Is there no... no intervention from a higher power?"

"We were quite far away from the battlefield, observing from a distance via our trained beasts! Two terrifying pressures indeed confronted each other above the battlefield: one emanating from the temple, the other... from the Skeleton Army. But in the end, neither side took any further action."

Claudio took a deep breath and said, "Alright... If there are no special circumstances, evacuate to a safe area immediately and do not conflict with any party."

"Understood, we'll evacuate now."

The communication was cut off, and only the low hum of the equipment remained in the room.

Claudio leaned back in his chair and stared unfocused at the ceiling.

He still clearly remembered how he felt indifferent when Wu Heng first proposed the "holy war", believing it to be nothing more than a limited act of revenge.

But now... the temple was actually captured.

Even the usually powerful god of the Church was unable to stop this.

"It's really... creating miracles again and again." Claudio muttered to himself, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

If the association had supported Wu Heng more firmly, instead of wavering under pressure from the Vatican, Hadarai and the others might not have died.

The entire continent's structure would not be heading in the direction it is today.

Next, weigh these two gods in your mind.

The God of the Holy See is majestic and cruel, and regards all living beings as chess pieces, while Wu Heng is more like a "friend" with whom he can talk and discuss, and occasionally sit down to drink tea.

Emotionally, he is more inclined to the latter, but from a fear perspective, he is more afraid of the former.

After a long silence, Claudio finally stood up slowly and pushed open the door of the radio room.

The corridor outside the door is brightly lit.

"Now... all we have to do is wait for the final outcome." Claudio muttered and strode away.

……

Inside the main hall of the Wood Elf Palace.

The light from the crystal chandelier illuminated everyone's tense face.

In recent days, the royal city seemed to be filled with silent anxiety, and even the slightest sound could stir people's nerves.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar, breaking the silence in the hall.

An official, exhausted and dusty, hurried into the hall. After bowing, he spoke directly, "Your Majesty! Urgent message from the front! The Lingqi Cult army has breached the temple and won a resounding victory!"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, just like the frozen river suddenly thawed, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated.

The queen on the throne opened her tightly pursed lips slightly, revealing a surprised smile, "Okay! It's okay..."

Repeating softly, as if it were a kind of joy after surviving a disaster.

Below, the Great Elder took the lead, touching his chest and bowing. His voice boomed, "Your Majesty! It is thanks to your persistence and guidance that the Wood Elves have been able to place their bets on light and usher in a new life! The Elven race will surely usher in unprecedented prosperity!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other officials seemed to react and rushed forward to express their respect and admiration.

The previous worries and doubts disappeared at this moment, and were replaced by admiration for the Queen's decision.

The wood elves are directly involved in this battle. If they fail, they will face endless revenge from the Church.

And at this moment, the news of victory means that they have won the bet.

The queen stood up, her face radiant, and her clear voice echoed throughout the hall. "Pass my order! Build the Lingqi Church in the center of the royal city! The construction of churches in all towns must also be accelerated! Let the land of the elves be filled with gratitude and faith in the gods!"

"We will follow your Majesty's orders!" All the officials responded in unison, responding decisively.

...Treasure Island, Central Plaza.

The sun shines on the stone road, and the sea breeze brings a salty and humid air. This is the period when Lingqi Sect took over.

It seemed as if we had returned to the old days, with the market bustling with people.

However, the atmosphere today is somewhat unusual.

At the notice boards at various intersections, the bard stood on a wooden box, not plucking the strings of his harp, but holding high in his hand a notice that had just been posted.

He took a deep breath and announced in a resounding voice that pierced the clamor of the city, "Victory news! The allied forces of the Spiritual Enlightenment Church successfully captured the Holy See Cathedral yesterday! The sacred city has now changed hands! The Pope of the Holy See and his heroes have all been slain! From this day forward, the light of spiritual enlightenment will illuminate the continent, replacing the old order of the Holy See!"

The crowd below, waiting to hear what was going on, suddenly fell silent.

After a brief period of silence, there was a sudden explosion of sound.

"Did they really take it down?! God has mercy on us! Those guys from the Vatican have finally met their end!"

"Long live the Lingqi Sect! Long live Master Wu Heng!"

"I knew it! The Island Master of Wuheng is a true god!"

The crowd's discussions and cheers filled the air.

Meanwhile, Treasure Island's busy port.

Metal cargo ships are ready to go.

The sailors were shouting and carrying boxes of newspapers onto the ship.

Some crew members were holding the newspapers they had just bought, looking at the most central and eye-catching headline: "The Lingqi Cult Attacks the Temple - The End of the Old Era!"

These newspapers will be shipped to various places by ship to announce the occupation of the church.

……

Holy area!

Wu Heng slowly gathered his mind and returned from the anchor point where he had landed, with a faint trace of murderous aura still lingering around him.

'Niangniang' and 'Glenda', who had been waiting quietly nearby, looked over.

When the queen saw him open his eyes, she asked softly, "What's the situation?"

"The temple has been occupied." Wu Heng said calmly, as if speaking of an ordinary matter. "The threat from the Holy See doesn't seem as serious as when we were faced with the zombie tidal wave!"

Glenda then asked, "The god of the Holy See never intervened directly?"

"He interfered." Wu Heng smiled. "During our attack, he consumed the power of faith, continuously spawning heroes to the battlefield. When the city was about to fall, he tried to descend in person, but after sensing my will locked onto him, he gave up."

The empress pondered, "This is in line with the characteristics of 'divine' gods. They are like chess players behind the scenes, weighing input and output. The Holy See is an important chess piece to them. Losing it is a pity, but if I have to die again for it, it's not worth it.

Wu Heng nodded, he felt the same way.

From a hostile standpoint, the entire Vatican is naturally an enemy, but their belief in their own gods is unquestionable, and they are even willing to die for them.

This piety, in the eyes of the gods they believed in, became a bargaining chip, and when they felt it was "not worth it", they chose to give up.

"Soon, Treasure Island's newspapers will spread the news to every nation and race," Wu Heng said. "By then, everyone will know that the Holy Church has been destroyed, and the power of the Holy See will be severely damaged."

Glinda pondered for a moment and reminded, "He even gave up the Holy Temple and the Pope, so he won't interfere too much in the subsequent resistance of other cities. What you need to be vigilant about now is the protection of some important targets, such as the Queen of the Wood Elves. He can't pay you much, so killing her is not a problem."

"I understand." Wu Heng nodded. "I will pay close attention to it and notify her when the time comes. Go directly to Treasure Island, and I will focus on protecting Treasure Island."

The three of them chatted for a while about the subsequent spread of faith and integration of forces.

Wu Heng's expression suddenly changed. An anchor point was flashing violently, sending an urgent message. As his consciousness got closer, he heard the voice of Brittany praying.

"Sir! May our child be born safely and be healthy..."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows, Brittany was about to give birth.

……

In the delivery room, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Brittany was lying on the hospital bed, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. Several doctors and nurses were making the final preparations for the delivery in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, the space seemed to fluctuate imperceptibly, and Wu Heng's figure appeared silently in the center of the ward.

"Ah!" A young nurse was startled. When she saw it was Wu Heng, she saluted respectfully along with the other medical staff, "Chief!"

"Yes!" Wu Heng nodded. With a flick of his hand, a faint light flashed, and a set of perfectly fitting sterile surgical gown appeared on his body. "I'll stay here with her."

The voice came from the mask.

The medical staff immediately understood that this foreign woman seemed to have a special relationship with the leader.

But without thinking too much, he immediately calmed down and got back to work.

Wu Heng walked to the bedside. Brittany was a little drowsy due to the anesthetic, but her strong physique as a professional allowed her to remain awake.

She sensed a familiar presence and tried to focus her gaze. When she saw Wu Heng, her eyes instantly filled with peace of mind and dependence. She asked softly, "Did you... hear my prayer?"

"I heard you." Wu Heng held her somewhat cold hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Everything will be fine."

"With you here, I'm not afraid." Brittany smiled weakly, then became a little worried, "But... will it hurt?"

"Don't worry, you won't feel any pain with me here." Wu Heng comforted her softly, and at the same time, his fingertips moved slightly, and an invisible magical energy quietly enveloped Brittany, temporarily isolating the transmission of pain nerves.

The production process went exceptionally smoothly.

Under the silent protection of Wu Heng's divine power, Brittany's condition was stable and the medical staff felt relieved.

Soon, a loud cry broke the tense atmosphere in the delivery room.

"Chief, it's a healthy boy!" The experienced doctor carefully brought the cleaned baby over with a joyful smile on his face.

Wu Heng took the tiny, swaddled life and handed it to Brittany, "Look, our son."

Brittany's pale face instantly lit up with a maternal glow, and she gently touched the baby's cheek, "Mm, that's nice..."

She looked at him carefully. "The eyes are very similar to yours, clear and bright."

"The outline of the nose and mouth is like yours, very delicate." Wu Heng leaned over, his eyes lingering gently on the mother and son.

Then, he snapped his fingers, and a ray of vitality from the [Restoration Technique] merged into Brittany's body.

Her fatigue and weakness from childbirth disappeared in an instant, even the effect of anesthesia disappeared, and she returned to her best condition, even looking better than before.

She sat up in surprise, easily took the child from Wu Heng's arms, looked at it carefully with a smile on her face.

The medical staff witnessed this miraculous scene with both astonishment and admiration.

Seeing that the mother and child were safe, the leader obviously needed a more private space, so he tactfully and quietly left the ward.

The door was just closed when it was gently pushed open.

Lilith, Minnie, Philippa and other female relatives rushed in eagerly.

"Boy or girl?" Philippa's voice came first.

A group of women gathered around the bed, looking down at the child.

After everyone asked for a while, Wu Heng smiled and said, "Alright! Let's go back and talk about it first. I'll also tell you about the occupation of the temple."

"Ah? The temple has been occupied?" Lilith was the first to react, her face showing surprise.

Wu Heng nodded. "Okay! Let's go back and talk. The hospital isn't the right place to chat."

The maids changed Brittany's clothes, and then they walked out of the hospital together and took a car back to their residence.

(End of this chapter)