Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1118, Immortal Emperor

Return to residence.

Brittany held her newborn son in her arms, her face filled with the tenderness and a little helplessness of a new mother.

Wen Mansha gave gentle instructions and after carefully coaxing the child to sleep, they walked together to the nursery to learn the details of caring for a baby.

In the living room, Wu Heng sat down on the soft sofa, with Lilith, Minnie, Shannara, the wood elf sister and others sitting around him.

There is still some joy in celebrating the victory.

Lilith took a sip from her teacup and said, "Now that we have time, tell us in detail about the Battle of the Temple."

Wu Heng also took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and then began to narrate.

He recounted the entire process in detail, from reaching an agreement with the wood elves to capturing the Vatican's temple, as well as how the Vatican god tried to intervene and finally gave up under his intimidation.

Although I had already learned about this matter in the hospital, I only heard Wu Heng's story now.

Everyone's hearts were still filled with surprise and surprise.

Not only did he capture the city of the Holy See, but more importantly, Wu Heng could now intimidate the gods of the Holy See.

The other party even gave up the believers and cities they had managed for so long and did not dare to come out to fight.

Among the few people, Shanara and the wood elf sisters could not hide their pride and joy on their faces. The wood elves also played a key role in this battle.

It also makes the race, Lingqi Sect, and Wuheng more closely tied together.

This is the future they are happy to see.

Lilith was shocked after hearing this, but her face remained as cold as before. She asked, "What are your plans next?"

Wu Heng put down his teacup and turned serious. "That god might not openly fight me, but he'll certainly seek revenge in secret. That's why I can't let you go back yet. To be more precise, it's best that you stay here until you become a god."

"Ah? Becoming a god? I'm afraid it will be difficult for me in this lifetime..." Philippa immediately scratched her hair exaggeratedly, with an expression that said 'you think too highly of me'.

Catwoman Robey, who was standing next to her, hit her lightly in annoyance and said, "Don't say such discouraging words!"

Lilith nodded and motioned Wu Heng to continue.

"I will first stabilize the situation in that world." Wu Heng glanced at everyone present, "Your most important task right now is to improve your strength as quickly as possible and ignite the divine fire.

When you all become gods, the power in our hands will be strong enough. Then, we can find a way to completely resolve that hidden danger."

His meaning was very clear. The ultimate goal was to use the number of gods to destroy the gods of the Holy See.

"Wait until we all become gods?" Lilith frowned slightly. This goal sounded distant and arduous.

"Yes." Wu Heng nodded affirmatively, his tone full of encouragement. "The speed of communication in this world is beyond your imagination. Those who haven't become heroes yet should become heroes as soon as possible. Those who have reached the level of heroes should quickly complete the two cultivation techniques and don't worry about the power of faith."

Lilith and Wu Heng looked at each other for a moment, finally suppressing their doubts and nodding, "Okay, we will try our best."

Wu Heng then looked at Minnie and the other girls who were still relatively young, and said in a gentle but serious tone, "You should all work hard too. Once you become gods, you can return freely."

"I understand, Master!" Minnie and the others said in unison.

……

As the night deepened and after the dinner, the dormitory building returned to peace.

In the dim and warm bedroom, Brittany gently patted her sleeping son 'Wu Ruian' and leaned tenderly in Wu Heng's arms.

The name was discussed by the two of them, and it means auspiciousness and peace.

"My Lord," Brittany whispered softly, "Sister Wenmansha said that she would let Qinqin become a mage like you in the future. So what career should our Ryan choose in the future?"

Wu Heng put his arm around her shoulders, brushed his fingertips through her hair, and smiled, "It's too early to think about these things now. When Ryan grows up, let him make his own choices. Only by doing what he truly loves can he go further in the future."

"You're right." Brittany smiled and looked up at him. "You're not leaving tonight, are you? Let me take care of you and let you rest."

"Well, I'll accompany you tonight." Wu Heng lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

After carefully placing the child in the crib next to them, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

……

Treasure Island!
This port, once famous for trade and freedom, is now experiencing unprecedented prosperity.

Ever since the news of the Lingqi Cult's capture of the temple and Wu Heng's ascension to the throne of god spread to every corner of the continent, the significance of this island has quietly changed.

It is no longer just a trading hub for the Emerald Sea, but has become the center of a new faith and a place favored by a real god.

In just a few days, the port became busier than ever before.

On the sea level, the merchant ships that used to come and go seemed to have quietly given way, and were replaced by a series of magnificent and luxuriously decorated official ships.

They flew flags representing the emblems of different races and kingdoms and sailed into their berths in an orderly manner.

At the dock, envoys from various countries and tribal representatives, dressed in the most formal attire and carrying carefully selected gifts, set foot on the island.

Their goals are the same.

The Lingqi Church headquarters church is located in the center of the island.

Inside the church.

"Your Excellency," a human ambassador in brocade robes bowed deeply, his tone extremely respectful. "On behalf of the Celtic Kingdom and His Majesty the King, I pay my highest respects to the great Wuheng God! I present to you the 'Heart of the Stars' gem, treasured for generations in our nation, as a token of my gratitude. May the light of spiritual enlightenment shine forever upon the world!"

On the velvet tray held by his attendant behind him, a sapphire the size of a pigeon egg, containing starlight, sparkled brightly.

Immediately afterwards, an ethereal elf messenger stepped forward and spoke in a clear voice, "The elves wish to establish an everlasting friendship with the Lingqi Cult. To demonstrate our sincerity, we are willing to open all of our sacred forest sites for your cult's preaching and practice."

As he spoke, he also presented a bead, which was emerald green and a natural wonder.

Afterwards, envoys from all parties continued to vigorously express their goodwill and desire to submit, their words sincere and their gifts more precious than the last.

They had no idea how the battle between the gods went.

No one knows what happened to the gods of the Holy See, or whether they are really dead.

But at this critical moment when the old order collapses and the new order is established, all races and kingdoms know that whoever can first gain the recognition and friendship of this new god will occupy a favorable position in the future continental pattern.

Of course, if the Holy See wins or still exists, they would not dare to do this.

The Archbishop of the Lingqi Cult, who was in charge of the reception, had a calm expression and nodded with a smile. "I deeply appreciate the sincerity of the envoys and their respective factions. I will faithfully convey your thoughts and gifts to the Lord God. Please rest assured that you will all stay on the island for now. The Lord God will summon you when he is free."

Everyone responded with a smile.

Then, high-level priests took these people to the rooms in the entertainment city to stay temporarily.

……

Deep in the endless desert, the scorching sun is burning the yellow sand for thousands of miles.

Underground, there is an ancient tomb buried deep in the earth, its scale is comparable to that of an emperor's palace.

Tall stone pillars support the vast space, with various patterns and symbols carved on the walls. A dark green brazier provides the only light source, casting swaying shadows on the cold stone walls.

Corpses and skeletons moved silently and orderly throughout the place, performing their respective duties. Occasionally, a translucent ghost would float by like smoke, patrolling this dead territory.

Suddenly, the soil in the center of the hall rolled silently like water waves, and Wu Heng's figure quietly emerged without raising a trace of dust.

Wow~!

In an instant, all the undead creatures around stopped moving, and their empty eye sockets turned towards the uninvited guest.

They drew their weapons and locked their sights on this side.

However, the next moment, all hostility and movements froze.

An absolute pressure originating from the origin level, like an invisible shackle, strangled the core of each of their existence.

The thought of even raising a weapon is incapable. The priesthood of Death transcends all the dead.

The ultimate authority over all undead in the world, whether wild or transformed by a wizard, is controlled by the god who holds the priesthood of death.

"Go and take care of your own business." Wu Heng waved his hand casually, like a master ordering a servant.

The restraints were lifted, and the soul fire in the eyes of the undead flickered violently. Then they lowered their heads obediently, dispersed silently, and continued their previous work.

Wu Heng walked towards the most magnificent main hall.

Just stepped through the huge stone gate carved with complex runes.

Boom~!

Wow~!

In the center of the hall, the lid of a huge bronze coffin suddenly flew up and fell to the ground. Chains composed of countless bones shot out from all directions like winding poisonous snakes.

Wu Heng waved his hand casually, and all the chains shattered instantly.

"You're looking for death, daring to break in here..."

On the bronze coffin, a figure in a gorgeous royal robe suddenly stood up, holding a bone scepter as tall as a person in his hand.

On the scepter, black light flashed, and the necromancy magic quickly condensed.

Wu Heng glanced at him and said softly, "Kneel down!"

Boom~!

The Immortal Emperor bent his knees and knelt down stiffly, his knees hitting the bronze coffin with a loud thud.

The Immortal Emperor, the undead ruler who ruled the entire desert, uttered a sound like sandpaper scraping against each other, mixed with unconcealable fear and shock. "What... did you do?"

Wu Heng smiled slightly and pointed to the seat opposite him: "Sit down, no need to be so polite."

"Wu Heng! This is my underground palace!" The Immortal Emperor tried to maintain his dignity and growled angrily, but his body went against his will and he stood up obediently and then sat down aside.

Wu Heng ignored his protest and got straight to the point: "Are you hiding here because you're afraid that person from the Vatican will come looking for you?"

"So what!" the Immortal Emperor admitted, "But I tell you, this place is my territory! If you want to find a hiding place, I can arrange other tombs for you, but this one won't do!"

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

The other party thought that I was here to steal his tomb.

I haven't performed the transformation ceremony yet.

She looked at him speechlessly and said, "I have become a god. I have publicly defeated the gods of the Church on Treasure Island, and the army of the Spiritual Enlightenment Church has also captured the cathedral. Now, the old Church has become history..."

"Are you crazy?" The Immortal Emperor interrupted subconsciously, the muscles on his shriveled face twitching, full of disbelief.

Wu Heng looked at him calmly. "You've been hiding for too long, and you've been cut off from information. These things have already spread throughout the continent. Just send one of your men out to find out the truth."

After a slight pause, he continued, "As you can see, I possess strength far beyond that of a hero. I can kill you at will."

The Immortal Emperor fell silent.

Although the corpse-like face could hardly make rich expressions, the eyes that glanced at him from time to time showed his inner doubts, and he was frantically weighing the authenticity of the news.

After a long while, the hoarse voice sounded again: "So...what brings you here today?"

"I'll give you two choices," Wu Heng said calmly. "One, submit to the Lingqi Sect. The Endless Desert will be incorporated into the sect, and you can retain some autonomy. Two, you should be aware of the consequences..."

"Are you threatening me?" The Immortal Emperor's eyes narrowed. "Back when the Vatican was at its peak and wanted to eliminate you, I sent people to Treasure Island to protect you! Is this how you repay me?"

This is half true and half false.

The two sides did not have a deep friendship before. Endless Desert recruited Wu Heng because of his fighting ability, and the conditions offered were far from enough to make Wu Heng dependent on it.

Mentioning it at this moment is nothing more than a verbal battle.

Wu Heng smiled upon hearing this. "That's why we have the first option. I've killed more than ten of the other heroes out there. There aren't many who would allow you to sit back and negotiate terms like we're doing now."

"Where do so many heroes come from...!" The Immortal Emperor retorted subconsciously, but his tone weakened.

"The Vatican can mass-produce them with the power of faith. I have no reason to lie to you." Wu Heng's gaze fell on the watch on his wrist. "I'll give you five minutes to consider this. If you still haven't made up your mind by then, I'll assume you've chosen the second option."

The hall fell into dead silence, and the ticking sound of watches began to become clearer.

Just when the time was almost up, the Immortal Emperor finally spoke slowly, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness, "What can I get?"

"A chance to survive! And the right of these undead under your command to continue to exist." Wu Heng's answer was direct and cold.

The Immortal Emperor stood frozen for a moment, and finally, his proud head drooped, as if all the strength that supported him had been drained away. "Now that I have said this... do I have any choice? I... choose the first option. Endless Desert, I am willing... to submit to the Lingqi Cult."

"A wise move." Wu Heng nodded with satisfaction and casually took out a portable solar-powered radio. "Here, I'll give it to you if I need anything in the future. I can use it to contact you. Just place it in the sun and it will work."

"Okay." The Immortal Emperor took over the radio.

Wu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the invisible pressure suddenly increased.

The Immortal Emperor trembled and immediately changed his words, his tone becoming extremely respectful, "Yes... Sir."

When the matter was over, Wu Heng's figure disappeared instantly.

Only the Immortal Emperor was left standing alone in the empty and gloomy hall, holding the radio that was out of tune with the surrounding environment, looking in the direction where Wu Heng disappeared, without moving for a long time.

……

Treasure Island, in the meeting hall of the Lingqi Church headquarters church.

Wu Heng sat upright in the main seat. Although he did not deliberately exude an imposing aura, the indifference and profundity of a god made the entire hall shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

I have just met with representatives from various ethnic groups and kingdoms on the continent.

During the conversation, Wu Heng mentioned the matter of establishing Lingqi Church churches in various places.

Except for the wood elf representative who had already been bound and immediately expressed his full cooperation, the other representatives, although they agreed verbally, kept their heads down and said that they needed to return to discuss the specific details with the tribe leader or king.

Wu Heng also knew that he was just trying to delay time.

They were afraid that if they arrived too late, they would offend their new god; on the other hand, they were afraid that if they moved too quickly and their banners were too clear, they would attract the crazy revenge of the old god who had just lost his temple and was eyeing them covetously.

The caution and embarrassment of trying to survive in this crack is written on the faces of almost every representative.

Wu Heng gave them time to go back and discuss.

I don't want to push too hard and ruin the image I've built up.

As the meeting process was nearing its end, Wu Heng nodded slightly, indicating that everyone could leave.

After paying their respects, representatives of all ethnic groups left the hall in an orderly manner.

However, when the crowd had almost dispersed and the hall was empty again, an old man dressed in the characteristic brocade clothes of the Yeko Kingdom was still standing there.

As if he had made up his mind, after the last messenger's back disappeared into the hallway, he suddenly took a few steps forward and knelt heavily in the center of the hall. "Heinrich Frederick, Minister of the Interior of the Kingdom of Yeko, kowtows to the great God!"

Yeko Kingdom?

Wu Heng's gaze fell on the other person.

This country, under the arrangement of the Holy See, usurped the throne of Brittany.

"Did your current king ask you to come?" Wu Heng's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

"Yes... yes, Lord God." Heinrich didn't dare to look up, his voice becoming increasingly humble. "Your Majesty... He is willing to return the throne unconditionally. He only begs the Lord God to have mercy and spare Your Majesty's life."

(End of this chapter)