The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1290: Original text - 949, Naval Battle_2 Modified:

Chapter 1290: Original text: Chapter 949, Naval Battle_2 Modified:

"Wu Heng!" The Pope’s voice exploded like thunder, his golden holy robe billowing in the fierce wind. "Do you think you can shake the dignity of the Holy Hall with these crude weapons?"

The Religious Leader stood beside the Pope, his hands clasped behind his back, coldly staring at the flying carpet suspended in mid-air.

The voice carried an icy killing intent: "Did Lilith tell you about our route? I’ll deal with him when I return."

Wu Heng stood on the flying carpet, flanked by two Level 20 skeletons, their hollow eye sockets flickering with Soul Fire.

He pointed his bronze longspear diagonally at the sea, "So, two heroes plus this many fleets, is that the confidence you have to defeat me?"

"Arrogant!" The Pope roared, the Holy Light suddenly erupted.

In an instant, a gigantic golden sword descended from above Wu Heng’s head.

Wu Heng’s longspear raised, and a wall of water surged up from the sea, blocking the giant golden sword.

Poof~!

The giant sword struck the water wall, the collision of holy energy and water wall evaporating large swathes of white mist.

The intense holy energy ran rampant, which caused the two skeletons below to tremble violently, and their Soul Fire wobbled.

Whoosh~ whoosh~!

Without Wu Heng’s orders, the two skeletons spread their wings, transformed into streams of light, and sped downwards to kill. Shanshan’s form suddenly expanded to nearly four meters, smashing the rescue wooden boats with a crash.

Tiao Tiao moved like a phantom, targeting the remaining clergy.

Ghosts also began possessing and killing enemies.

Wu Heng’s longspear swung at the giant sword in the sky, crack~ the giant sword shattered abruptly, turning into countless golden swords shooting in all directions, like a torrential downpour beneath the sky.

An array glowed beneath Wu Heng’s feet as he attempted to teleport away.

Chains appeared in the void, entangling his ankles, nullifying the magic instantly.

"Trying to escape?" The Pope sneered.

Special Item!

Wu Heng’s eyes narrowed.

Water walls hurriedly wrapped around his body, transforming into turbulent waterflows, redirecting the piercing flying swords.

The flying swords swerved again, maneuvering.

Wu Heng’s longspear hammered at the chains on his ankles.

Clang~!

The weapon’s Breaking Weapon effect took effect, shattering the chains instantly.

A special item was just destroyed like that, leaving the people on the boat even more surprised.

Their gazes fell simultaneously on the bronze-green longspear in his hand.

The array reappeared, and his figure, along with the flying carpet, disappeared instantly, reappearing a hundred meters away.

He pointed his longspear forward.

In the next second, the sea surface suddenly bulged, whirlpools began tearing apart the Pope’s vessel below, twisting and turning non-stop, countless fine threads formed by seawater swooped under, whipping the Pope’s flagship.

The golden Light Shield began to shatter, threads cutting through the ship underfoot like sharp blades.

...

The Association Hall was equally chaotic.

People whispered, discussing the news of the Holy Court’s fleet approaching.

Mercenaries looked grim, staff members calculated secretly, knowing that no matter how intense the battle became, they generally wouldn’t be targeted.

Then, tidy skeletal collision sounds came from the doorway.

Everyone turned to see Andre Willow, dressed in sleek leather armor, followed by a crowd of skeleton attendants.

She entered the Association swaggeringly, heading straight toward the office study.

Thump thump~!

Knocks sounded.

The study door opened, flag-bearer Erinnoel stood inside, frowning at Andre Willow and her skeletons, furrowing his brows, "Miss Andre Willow, this is...?"

Andre Willow glanced at him, waved her hand, "Tie him up!"

The skeleton attendants stepped forward.

"Arrogant!" The flag-bearer roared, drawing his longsword, the pressure of a Level 19 professional burst forth, slicing the air with sharp Sword Qi.

Andre Willow retreated half a step, calmly saying, "Take him alive, make it decent."

Before the words finished!

Woosh!

A dark shadow shot out like a cannonball!

The Level 20 Skeleton Boxer "Sandbag Boxing" instantly closed in, punching out!

Bam~!

The flag-bearer couldn’t even block in time, his whole body flew, crashing heavily against the wall, the wall cracked, he groaned, blood at the corner of his lips, his face pale.

The skeleton attendants swiftly stepped forward, chaining him firmly.

The battle ended in a blink.

"Take him away!" Andre Willow said.

The skeletons escorted him away, as two vice-executives led the Association squad hurriedly arriving, confronting them head-on in the hallway.

The dwarf deputy deacon’s face darkened, hand on the sword hilt, "Miss Andre Willow, arresting the flag-bearer at the Association is a little too dismissive of the rules."

Andre Willow’s expression remained unchanged, "He’s involved in island security, I’m taking him back for questioning. If he’s found innocent, he’ll be released promptly."

"Deacon Hela Gui has just stepped out, how about waiting for her return, then discussing?" The dwarf continued in a negotiatory tone.

"No need for discussion, step aside!" Andre Willow said.

The flag-bearer struggled and roared, "Still stunned? When did the Association start taking orders from her?!"

The dwarf deputy deacon’s eyes hardened, "Miss Andre Willow, release him. I can pretend it never happened. This is the Association, without the deacon, taking him away will be hard for us to explain."

"No need for your explanation." Andre Willow sneered, drawing out a decree from her pocket and shaking it open. "Order from Leader Wu Heng, arresting the local flag-bearer for investigation."

The room fell silent.

The dwarf deputy deacon stared at the document bearing the Gold and Silver Island’s seal, his face fluctuating several times, finally, he slowly let go of the sword hilt, and waved his hand.

The guards sheathed their weapons, stepping aside.

Andre Willow said nothing more, leading the group away triumphantly.

Passing through the corridor, everyone looked at the escorted flag-bearer, once again widening their eyes.

"Flag-bearer Erinnoel, why is he being taken away?"

"Does the local have the right to arrest flag-bearers?"

Everyone was even more surprised.

...

On the sea.

Two skeletons flew rapidly in the air.

Several bishops clutched their hands together, chanting loudly, the choir projection appeared floating in mid-air, the sacred chanting echoed in the sky, causing the speeding skeletons to become stuttered and sluggish.

"Kill these two skeletons." Someone shouted.

But before the words finished, one person suddenly exerted force, flipping the small boat beneath him.

"It’s his ghosts, continue chanting, take holy water."

Everyone plunged into the water, the skeletons resumed their actions.

Another priest chanted again, Church Knights formed Holy Shields and charged at the skeletons.

...

On the other side.

The Pope’s flagship was shredded like tofu.

The ship sank into the sea.

The Pope transformed into a stream of light appearing on a side wooden boat, once again assembling countless golden Sword Qi.

The Religious Leader, transformed into a stream of light, suddenly appeared in front of Wu Heng, holding a holy sword inlaid with jewels, horizontally slicing at his neck.

Clang~!

The holy sword and longspear collided, sparks flew.

For Wu Heng, a mage, to withstand his strike, the Religious Leader’s eyes flashed with surprise and doubt.

Wu Heng retreated backward, deploying flesh wings, flying in the air, then backhanding his longspear, smashing it forward, bam~! Another impact sound.

The halo on the holy sword’s surface shattered, absorbing the Breaking Weapon effect.

"Blood Clan? Lilith..." The Religious Leader’s eyes narrowed, his longsword slashing again.

Then, the Pope’s countless golden Sword Qi arrived, shooting densely at Wu Heng from different angles.

Wu Heng spread his flesh wings, constantly casting Teleportation Technique, disappearing and reappearing.

The Religious Leader closely pursued, holy sword and longspear clashed continuously.

The dense golden Sword Qi also followed cooperatively.

"Do you think mastering some water magic can change anything?" The Religious Leader sneered.

"You two targeting me, isn’t it because you’re insecure and lack confidence?" Wu Heng retorted without backing down.

The close-quarters Religious Leader’s skin began to emit a faint mist, rapidly wrinkling and his muscles shriveled.

His internal water vapor was rapidly evaporating.

The Religious Leader’s movements also began to be hindered, his face turned unsightly, his figure transformed into a stream of golden light, shooting backward.

"What trick are you playing now?" The Religious Leader questioned.

"Learning and adapting!" Wu Heng engaged in battle with the opponent.