The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1289: Original text - 949, Battle at Sea Modified:

Chapter 1289: Original text: Chapter 949, Battle at Sea Modified:

The dusk was as crimson as blood, staining the entire Lighthouse Street.

Although the streetlights had yet to illuminate, some shops had already turned on their electric lights, causing the entire street to bustle with activity.

The scent of grilled fish wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of ale from the taverns and the laughter of the patrons.

Residents strolled about in groups, children chased each other, painting a harmonious scene.

Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of skeletal friction shattered the noise—squadrons of Skeleton Patrols marched with neat steps across the street, beginning to post new notices in designated areas.

The casual strollers turned their gazes and whispered amongst themselves, "What kind of announcement are they posting at this late hour?"

"Is the Island Master up to something new again? It’s been a while since there were fresh products."

"If there were new products, wouldn’t they be announced through the newspaper? When did they start using notices for promotion?"

"Then it must be another auction..." they speculated.

For the residents of Gold and Silver Island.

The most exciting events are the release of new products and various auctions.

Every time these events occur, the islanders manage to earn some money from the foreign wealthy merchants.

After the notices were posted, the skeletons proceeded to the next location to continue pasting, while a bard among them climbed up the stone steps of a flowerbed and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.

Then, he shouted loudly, "The Holy Court has falsely accused the Island Master, and has launched an attack on Gold and Silver Island for baseless reasons..."

The bustling market fell into sudden silence.

No one expected to hear such news as nightfall approached.

The oil from the grilled fish dripped onto the fire, making a sizzling sound.

A sailor in the crowd suddenly hit the wall, "I know about this! A few days ago, someone was saying that the Island Master killed a member of the Holy Court. It must be this matter."

After reciting the content of the notice, the bard continued loudly, "Two years ago, Island Lord Wu Heng obtained a Profession Change Scroll in Black Stone Town, captured fugitives, solved cases, and climbed step by step from an ordinary professional relying on merit. Yet, the limitations of his profession still kept him trapped in the current shackles."

Everyone frowned.

There are many versions of Wu Heng’s deeds among the people, but everyone knows the facts about how he rapidly developed after arriving at Gold and Silver Island following his suppression in Black Stone Town.

"After Lord Island Master came to the island, everyone’s lives were transformed. Even those of the nobles feel envious of the life on the island." The bard’s eyes glistened with tears, "Even so, the Holy Court still wants to flatten Gold and Silver Island for the sake of their stubborn faith."

The crowd began to stir.

The newer settlers might not feel it deeply, but the residents born and raised on Gold and Silver Island understood the meaning.

From their former destitute lives to now wearing better clothes, with each household filled with the scent of meat.

This was all changed after Wu Heng came to the island.

"The Island Master doesn’t want anyone to bleed," the bard suddenly raised his tone, pointing towards the church, "Just pray for our hero’s protection!"

As the words fell.

The crowd followed suit and saluted towards the church of Gold and Silver Island.

...

Shanaela Mansion was brightly lit.

In the living room, Wood Elf Fifth Elder sat alongside the wealthy merchants and nobles of the island.

In the courtyard, these people’s attendants and guards had their weapons and armors colliding, and the sound occasionally drifted into the living room.

The news outside had also reached these individuals.

The Holy Court had launched another attack on Gold and Silver Island, causing the merchants who had stayed until now to regret deeply.

Had they known, they should have left immediately after the auction ended.

There’s also the Snake Badge Consortium.

Why hold an auction on the island, why have places like entertainment clubs.

Damn it!

"Elder Shanaela!" A merchant whose belly stretched his robe shouted first, then sternly said, "Why seal the port now? There’s still time for us to leave."

Immediate support echoed around him.

The Wood Elf Fifth Elder, with eyes filled with dark circles, glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone, calm down. Elder Shanaela hasn’t left, she must have her own plan. Let’s hear what she has to say first."

The meaning was clear—if Shanaela herself stayed here, if there were danger, she would have fled long ago.

The fat merchant sat down.

Shanaela calmly said, "The routes have been sealed off. Any path leaving the island is highly likely to be attacked by the Holy Court."

"Nonsense! The Holy Court isn’t pirates; why would they randomly attack ships?" someone said.

Shanaela looked the person in the eye and calmly said, "The Holy Court has launched a Holy War against Gold and Silver Island. Any ship leaving the island will face only one outcome."

The room instantly fell silent; people showed terror and their faces turned ashen.

Has the hatred between both sides reached this point?

To the extent of launching a Holy War.

The Wood Elf Fifth Elder’s face also turned grim. They had just started cooperating, putting their hope on Wu Heng, yet here they were facing such circumstances.

A Holy War!

Could Wu Heng really die here?

Even the Wood Elves might be implicated.

Shanaela continued, "I won’t gamble with my life. If there’s real danger, I will send you all away and can ensure everyone’s safety."

Everyone’s eyes sharpened. No one spoke for a moment.

...

"Come out and face your death~!"

On the sea, with the roar, another wave of cannon fire tore through the air, crashing into the sea like falling stars.

The escort ship shattered in the explosion, spewing fragments of wood and iron, raising titanic waves.

Only the Pope’s ship still stood unyielding; as soon as the cannon fire touched its shield, it veered off as if hitting an invisible wall, plunging into the ocean and erupting into towering water columns.

At this moment, everyone rushed onto the deck, staring in terror at the scene of hell surrounding them.

The fleet gathered over several days was now reduced to just the ship beneath their feet. The entire sea was littered with floating debris and wrecked ships. The clergy of the Holy Court were wailing and crying for help.