The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1287 - 948, Come Out and Face Death

Chapter 1287: Chapter 948, Come Out and Face Death

The Holy Hall’s fleet stretched across the sea as if descending gods, majestic and imperious.

The Pope’s flagship, in the center, was encrusted with dazzling gold leaf. Even though the details weren’t clear on the sand table, it still shimmered in the sunlight like a floating Golden Holy Hall.

At the bow stood a statue holding a scepter, exaggerated and imposing.

Twelve medium-sized warships formed a tight diamond formation around it, clad in iron armor and bristling with ballistae, while ships from various places joined in succession.

The fleet was continually expanding.

"With a scale this large, they’re probably planning to establish their authority at Gold and Silver Island." Wu Heng murmured softly, looking at the sand table.

Such a grand display wasn’t necessary for a mere battle between heroes.

Such ostentatiousness clearly indicated their confidence that Wu Heng’s side would lose, and that they intended to reassert the Holy Court’s authority.

"Glenda, Bella, Xiao Xiao, come over here." Wu Heng called over his shoulder.

Three specters silently floated to his back, their eyes fixated on the sand table.

"Wow! So many ships," Xiao Xiao exclaimed.

"The Holy Court’s fleet? Faster than we expected..." Bella raised an eyebrow, "It feels like they can’t wait to attack right now."

According to their calculations, it should have taken at least a month or two for the Holy Court to assemble and mobilize their fleet.

But now, this massive fleet was already approaching the Emerald Sea, indicating their impatience was greater than expected.

"They’re probably afraid the Association will intervene again," Glenda calmly stated, "Lilith’s intelligence was very vague, clearly showing they want to eliminate Gold and Silver Island before the Association can react, cutting off all threats completely."

Wu Heng nodded slightly, "Hmm, makes sense."

"So, what are you planning to do?" Glenda asked, and the other two souls, along with the eavesdropping ’Lady,’ turned their eyes to him.

Wu Heng was silent for a moment, staring at the golden marker representing the Holy Court’s fleet on the sand table, before speaking slowly, "First, let’s see the effect of the superpower I unlocked yesterday."

...

He took out the organ jar from the space ring, and the moment he opened it, a strong scent of blood filled the air.

Inside, the dark red heart had long stopped beating, but it still retained a fresh, lifelike state, with clear blood vessel patterns on its surface.

The Three Ghosts floated around, their eyes fixed on the heart.

"How do you absorb something like this?" Glenda asked skeptically.

"Probably by eating it! Can’t exactly replace Wu Heng’s heart with it, he’s a hero now, a lower level heart wouldn’t fit," Bella speculated.

This heart had been taken from a slain Blood Clan exile.

At that time, they feared they might need the Blood Clan’s organs for some ritual later, and the level was of an 18-level professional.

"Are we going to eat Uncle?" Xiao Xiao floated before Wu Heng, tilting her head and asking naively, "Do you want to try frying it? My mom says things that taste bad can be minced."

Wu Heng gave her a look, "Is it really necessary to be that picky right now?"

At present, eating it seemed the most reasonable method.

The evolution of the Zombie King was achieved through consuming the corpse cores of other zombies, and this superpower came precisely from the Blood Clan’s genes.

He had pondered over this before bed last night.

Aside from direct consumption, he had also considered the corpse core research data obtained when rescuing the main station researchers.

The data mentioned injection and various instrumental aids.

Following those procedures would take too long to absorb, so he thought eating it might work.

As for any psychological pressure...

Wu Heng felt it wasn’t an issue; having been affected by Zombie World and the Necromancer, these things no longer bothered him.

Plus, he had already consumed a corpse core whole, so a Blood Clan heart... was just another form of "evolution material."

"Just give it a try, you won’t die anyway," Bella said, as she manipulated a small silver fruit knife to float over, the blade glinting coldly under the light.

The Three Ghosts’ gaze was locked on him, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Wu Heng took the small knife and lightly sliced off a piece of the heart.

The flesh was still bright red, cold and slippery to the touch, like the meat of some deep-sea creature.

What he really wanted was actually some genes from Lilith.

After all, she was a hero-level Blood Clan, and more importantly... she was beautiful enough.

However, with the Holy Court’s army pressing down, there was no time to be particular.

"Just think of it as eating sashimi," Wu Heng reassured himself as he threw the piece of heart into his mouth and swallowed it directly.

In an instant, a cold energy exploded in his stomach, as if countless tiny ice needles were stabbing into his blood vessels, quickly spreading throughout his body.

It was as if he instinctively knew how to use the ability, controlling the energy in his body, wrapping and breaking it down.

Soon, a strong sense of weakness swept over him, as if all the blood in his body had been drained, his muscles soft and powerless, even breathing became labored.

"Ugh..." He groaned, falling to one knee, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The Three Ghosts immediately grew tense.

A few seconds later, the system’s notification sound echoed in his mind—

[Fusion traits: Flight ability, dark vision.]

[Discarded trait: Light aversion.]

He succeeded!

Wu Heng’s eyes snapped open, the weakness ebbed away like receding tide, replaced by a surge of new power flowing through him.

His genes automatically optimized, discarding the Blood Clan’s weaknesses and retaining the most useful abilities.

This superpower was even more useful than he had imagined.

The only cost was a severe drain on his vitality.